Part C is only a short nineteen-bar section.

The composer of midnight pushed ten brilliant fingers on the keys with his broad hands.

On the stage, Qin Jian didn't control the strength of his left hand in a trance, and the music opened up with all his heart.

The ornate phrase goes from F sharp minor to B minor, back to F sharp minor, and from F sharp minor to A major.

The frantic modulation seems to have lost the color blend of the picture, which can be taken as a sign that Rach is in a state of unease at the moment.

But it also indicates Qin Jian's uneasiness.

Gradually, the picture in front of Qin Jian's eyes became fader and fainter, until the cold light of the Steinway piano mark in front of his eyes appeared clearly again, and the speed of his finger beating slowed down visibly.

The sound of the piano grew weaker and weaker, so weak that the last trill was almost inaudible.

So far.

He couldn't help but stop.

He knew that the music should not end, and that Rach must continue to play, just as the rings of the birch forest were still growing in circles.

But he had to stop, and the loss of contact with the music screen left him with no idea how to continue.

The music finally stops in D minor, the last note of the second movement.

There was silence.

The audience is still waiting, looking forward to the final movement.

If the first movement only caught their attention, the second movement whetted their appetite.

Everyone paid attention to the swaying left hand on the big screen.

It had been a long time since Perlman had heard a depiction of Rasan, and he now understood why his student had been a little shocked in the previous day's description.

He is looking forward to the next movement, because the third movement is the heart of La San.

And the disciple he was sitting next to him didn't show anything at this time, and to his ears, Qin Jian's performance in the second movement today was far less amazing than what he came from in the cafeteria that afternoon.

He Jing was still rubbing the buttons of her coat.

Another corner of the stage.

Shen Qingci had already returned to the audience, and the strange visitor was sitting beside him.

"What did you teach?" asked the stranger, looking at the stage.

"It's not. Shen Qingci shook his head

"I think so. The stranger paused. "It's only been more than half a year, and he's grown again. ”

Shen Qingci agreed, "In the past six months or so, his hard work has exceeded my imagination, and in terms of performance skills, there are no classical works that he cannot complete." ”

"Really?"

The stranger pouted, as if questioning, "He seems to be in trouble right now." ”

"And I've seen this scene before. ”

"It was when he was practicing his work in Montbald. ”

The other party's words made Shen Qingci have to think of the girl in the garden and a past.

But it's all in the past.

After a moment, he said, "Sure enough, you taught it." ”

The stranger smiled, "Not really." ”

While the two were talking softly, there was still no movement on the stage.

I saw that on the big screen, the left hand that was rubbing his thumb and index finger back and forth suddenly stopped.

Pressed towards the keyboard.

Everyone thought the third movement was about to start again.

Just listen to the sound of "poof".

The figure in front of the piano stood up.

The audience didn't seem to be mentally prepared, and there was an uproar.

With the first note of the third movement to end the whole area, Qin Jian really managed to finish from the beginning.

...

...

With a short 'poof', just that-

"Ding, found an item evolution card."

"This..."

Qin Jian's smile was incomparably complicated.

A whimsical sound gets an unexpected gift?

It's worth it.

Shook his head, leaving the space behind for the time being.

Qin Jian dragged his somewhat tired body to stand up from the piano, he knew that it was not over yet.

I have to say that this kind of performance is really a huge drain on the player's energy, and the concerto that is known as shoveling ten tons of coal is indeed not blown.

Picking up the watch from the lid and bringing it back to his wrist, Qin Jian took the microphone and walked to the center of the stage.

Take a deep bow.

Strangely, no one in the audience applauded.

Qin Jian's gaze swept around, and he smiled after making sure that no one wanted to applaud.

"Sorry, I'm only playing here for the time being. ”

After a while, there was a whisper of discussion in the audience.

"This piece is too huge!" Qin Jian continued

is similar to the remarks made by everyone who finished playing La San, and Qin Jian also used one sentence to express everyone's unanimous opinion

But when he said such things, he did give the audience a feeling that it was indeed so.

"Uh-huh————"

"Say something. ”

Qin Jian smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but no one gave him a response wherever his inquiring gaze went.

"Playing technique?"

"Running skills?"

"Or do you want to talk about the harmonies of the song?"

There was a pause.

"It seems that all of this has been said by the musicians. ”

Qin Jian's speed of speech gradually returned to the rhythm of his breathing, and he hesitated on the stage for a moment with the microphone.

"Then I'll tell you about my composer. ”

Although Qin Jian knew that most of the audience couldn't understand what he was saying at the moment, he still wanted to talk a little more.

"Rahe is a composer who can weave massive, intricate structures, and that's what everyone agrees on. ”

"But. ”

"In my eyes, his identity is still an ordinary person who has come out of life after all. ”

"He is fortunate and unfortunate for this. ”

In the end, though, he was lucky. ”

This is the best evidence that distinguishes him from Mozart. ”

"He is also a great composer who lives in his own spiritual world.

"Rach had a good old age, and Mozart answered the Lord's call with only half a requiem. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Jian suddenly stopped.

"Maybe it's one. ”

Either way, God gave Rahim enough time for him to leave some trace of time for that time. ”

"That's enough for us to fill the room today. ”

"We owe a tribute to Sergei Rachmaninoff. ”

Saying that, Qin Jian applauded himself.

Isolated applause stood out slightly in the hall.

The next second.

There was a round of applause from the audience

Then one applause after another, and soon the applause of the entire concert hall was one after another.

...

The applause fell.

In fact, Rahe was not as precocious physiologically as his music, and it is said that he still wets the bed at the age of seventeen. ”

The audience burst into laughter.

"It's bedwetting, nothing else. ”

Qin Jian emphasized that he was afraid that there would be a mistake in the translation.

"He has a grandmother who loves him, and an older sister who sings alto..."

...

"By the way, he still likes to eat bread, once..."

...

"He has an old cat named Petershruka..."

...

"His maid said he was afraid to hear the sound of cannonballs..."

...

"He's a glass-hearted... Fragile is not like words..."

...

"He's a dreamer..."

...

Qin Jian was talking like this, and the picture in his mind seemed to be renewed, but he knew that it was still not enough for him to finish the third movement.

In the third movement there is Rahe's dream, 'A poet's imperial dream.' ’

At least for now, Qin Jian still can't get close here.

If it was a game, he might have finished it, but it was just a seminar.

Seeing the moment is just one of his choices.

Of course, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that he would leave something to be referenced for.

But a player should face up to the idea of respecting himself.

Sometimes stopping when it's time to stop is not a way to move on.

...

The audience listened like this, as if the young people on stage were still finishing the passage that should have been done in another way.

Until he bowed again, the audience sent him off the stage with sustained applause.

With the end of the concert performance in Huayuan, the concert schedule of the fourth day ended.

There may still be people who are reminiscing about the first two movements of Lasan brought by the young Chinese, and they seem to have forgotten the image of the wild words.

The seminar continued.