What a Jian.

Qin Jian looked at the little old man in front of him, although he had a little emotion in his heart, but in line with the principle of respecting the old and loving the young, he still politely stretched out his right hand.

"You still call me Qin Jian, what do you always call me?"

"You can call me Potter. ”

Potter is a good name, too.

"Uncle Potter, you're busy, I have to go up. ”

......

Qin Jian waved goodbye to Old Potter and came directly to the second floor.

Pushing open the door, in front of a white piano in the corner, Liao Linjun, who was wearing a white coat, was busy with tools.

"Sister Lin Jun, early. ”

Qin Jian greeted politely.

"Find a corner to memorize, the sharp board of the first sonata. ”

Liao Linjun didn't look back, as if talking to himself.

Qin Jian's subconscious reaction was that he didn't need to memorize the score at all, but then dispelled this thought, found a place to unload his backpack by the heating, and sat down.

I opened the panel and read the score carefully.

If you want to talk about the fourth movement, Qin Jian really hasn't memorized it, he has only practiced the first three movements before, and there is a sonata collection in the space, so the memorization is ignored.

Soon, Qin Jian's attention was all on the score.

The brain quickly analyzes every note combination in each bar, and each emoji that appears below the score.

Perhaps because he has always been accustomed to playing in the style of the old car, Qin Jian himself found something that he had never paid attention to in the process of reading music.

For example, a P (weak) sign that heralds the beginning of a mysterious atmosphere, or a playful clash of two keys that a transposition might show.

Qin Jian occasionally closed his eyes lightly, and moved the five fingers of his left hand to hum in his mouth.

In the quiet halls, only the female tuner occasionally plucks a few strings and makes a humming sound.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shine through the windows.

Qin Jian got up and shouted to Liao Linjun, who was lying on the black grand piano, "Sister Lin Jun, I think I can." ”

"Bounce. ”

The other party's faint word still seemed to be talking to himself.

Qin Jian found a nearby piano and turned on his mobile phone to record.

His hands were placed on the keyboard, and after a moment of hesitation, the panel was opened.

Breath down.

Fourth movement, Rapids.

After going over again, Qin Jian felt that some of the beatmap marks that he had just focused on memorizing had played a role in adding bricks and tiles to varying degrees.

The whole song is a little more explicit in expression.

Just as Qin Jian was waiting for the other party's comment.

"Then carry it. ”

There was a sound, and then a thin booklet flew over, which landed right on the board.

Qin Jian picked it up and saw that it was a sheet music for the First Piano Sonata in F minor.

In the upper corner of the score is an L in capital letters.

Opened.

The slightly yellowed paper does not have any marks and writing marks between the lines of the line that I imagined.

Clean and tidy.

Looking at the score in his hand, Qin Jian thought for a while.

Judging from the other party's reaction, it is obvious that his performance just now was denied.

Since the other party emphasizes the word memorization again, it must be that the link that you memorize is not up to standard in the other party's auditory experience.

It seems that the correlation between memorization and playing is the key to solving the problem.

"Memorize. Qin Jian pursed his lips, his ten fingers fiddling with it relatively unconsciously.

Suddenly, looking at the sheet music in his hand, Qin Jian sat up smartly.

A flash in my heart.

Memorize.

I've never memorized this score at all!

Although in the eyes of others, I am playing off-score, and even my subconscious feels that I am already familiar with this score, but under this appearance, it has always been because of the existence of a sonata collection in my own space.

This should be the problem.

Qin Jian vaguely grasped a trace of feeling, although he was still not sure of Liao Linjun's ultimate purpose of letting him memorize the score, but the other party could conclude that he had not memorized the score at home just by listening, which at least explained a problem.

From the other party's point of view, the room for improvement of my own work lies in continuing to memorize, the real memorization.

Again!

Qin Jian then turned the score to the fourth movement.

This time, Qin Jian didn't open the panel again.

Without Uncle Che's performance in his ears, looking at the paper sheet music, Qin Jian felt that his attention was more concentrated.

Qin Jian still starts with each first measure, only this time, Qin Jian's attention is more focused on each note.

There was no demonstration sound in my ears, and every dry tadpole seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

Even if he saw an ordinary SF (Sudden Strength) mark again, Qin Jian could quickly associate the word Sudden Strength in his mind and instantly pop up several ways of playing and sound sensations.

There is no longer just one sound, although it belongs to an important role in the history of human pianos such as Czerny.

But behind this melody, it is really composed of the height and length of each note on the score.

After all, this stroke still comes from the god figure who strikes like a comet.

Beethoven is irreproducible.

Qin Jian scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then immersed himself in the yellowed paper.

......

"Xiao Liu, has the list of domestic judges for this competition been decided?"

In a small office, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face who was about forty years old sat behind his desk, flipped through the booklet in his hand, and asked lightly to the young man standing in front.

"We've basically replied to the invitations, take a look. The young man who was called Xiao Liu handed the document in his hand to the desk.

The middle-aged man picked it up and glanced at it, and suddenly, the muscles around the eye sockets moved slightly, fleetingly, "Okay, I know, is there anything else?"

"Recently, several international brand musical instrument dealers want to ask you to sit down, you see?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, "Let the news out, this year's competition will cancel the use of designated musical instruments." ”

"Understood. ”

After the young man left, the middle-aged man picked up the list again.

Looking at the familiar name between the lines, the expression was slightly complicated.

"Are you finally willing to come back?"

......

Two hours have passed, and it is still three hours.

Qin Jian wasn't sure.

When he put down the sheet music in his hand and came to the piano, he didn't even notice that he was left on the second floor.

This time there was no other preparation, not even the panel was opened.

The finger fell out, or the running of that momentary sound stream.

It's not fast.

The sun shone on the boy's back, and a shadow covered the piano.

With the undulating and swaying of the shadows, the music seems to have a trace of vitality, and it seems to expand like a frenzy.

Restless, but the calm sound of the piano filled the entire piano hall.

Next to the bar on the first floor, Liao Linjun took a sip of a pale green goblet, looked at Cedar outside the window and said, "17 years old, how is it?"

“jian！！”

Old Porter's mouth moved, and he gave a big thumbs up to the ceiling.