() Grand Theatre.

On the stage of the opera hall.

In front of the black Steinway, the tall girl in the white forged skirt had already taken the Dawn Sonata to the final mockery.

Under the passionate continuous chord sound, the girl's hair shook with her body.

Ultimately.

When all her movements are forbidden at the last moment in front of the piano.

Under the warm lamp, her slightly trembling shoulders could be faintly seen.

After a brief pause of a few seconds.

The girl stood up, slowly walked to the center of the stage, and bowed slightly.

Once again, applause flooded the hall.

Leaving the stage from the other side, the girl with a cold face circled back to her rest room.

As soon as he entered, he locked the door and threw off the shoes with roots under his skirt.

Came to the mirror, looked at the tall figure in the mirror reflection, and sighed softly.

"The eighth player to appear in this round - Qin Jian, was selected by the Quanzhou Musicians Association. ”

"Designated Piano, YHFX"

"And he brought the following tracks."

"Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 8 in Minor"

"Instructor, He Jing"

The girl looked back at the screen hanging on the wall without a trace.

"It's really pathetic. ”

On the screen, the staff had just removed the Steinway and Sons when a tall old foreign man rolled out another brand-new grand piano.

Somewhere in the auditorium, a woman who had entered through a special passage had just taken her seat.

I saw a tall young man in white clothes and black pants walking out of the side of the stage.

"Well, it's not bad, it's finally catching up. The woman whispered to herself

The audience burst into applause.

on stage.

Qin Jian adjusted his breathing as he counted his steps.

Compared with the front of the hall with 500 people, the temperature of the stage of the hall is higher.

As soon as he came out of the side door of the sound cover, Qin Jian felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

No wonder Duan Ran was sweating so much just now. ’

"Whew. ”

Coming to the center of the stage, Qin Jian maintained a smiling expression, nodded gentlemanly in the three directions of the audience, and then wrapped his hands together and made a gesture towards the piano.

Then he bowed deeply.

Turning to the piano, he sat down on the xf piano bench and adjusted his position from the piano.

Still habitually took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the keys.

Under the warm light, the smile of the teenager on the stage gradually retracted.

Facial expressions become focused.

Gradually, the applause fell more and more.

After wiping the keys, the boy carefully wiped his right hand again.

“fu------”

Soothing the last of his body, the boy loosened his two cuffs and looked up at the black streamer on the piano castanets.

The right hand is lightly swept across the back of the left hand.

The background of the space suddenly emerged.

...

"Sonata Collection"

As Qin Jian's mouth moved slightly, the quaint music in the backpack automatically opened.

p t 8 jr ，p13

Under the golden light, look at the exquisite title belonging to the Piano Sonata No. 8.

Qin Jian quickly went over the marked beatmap in his mind.

"On"

The stage was completely silent, and everyone looked curiously at the young man on the stage who had not moved for a long time.

Faintly, it seemed like I could see his mouth moving.

"Focus on Guidance"

"On"

"RVE, solemn"

Qin Jian moved.

But like an old man in the twilight of his life, he dragged his heavy arms and slowly put his hands on the keys.

The moment you breathe in one breath and step on the pedal.

The whole person was pressed directly onto the piano.

An ancient hum was summoned from the center of the stage, where black and white intertwined.

Majesty, fortitude.

But not irritable.

Two chords followed.

Slow chords with solemnity seemed to be tangible in the dark golden hall.

It's like the eloquent tone of a giant in a mythical story.

There is no lingering compassion, only excitement.

Gradually, Qin Jian felt that there was a kind of broadness in his chest.

"Allegro"

"Incredible teenager. During the judges' seat, Kobayashi Zell frowned, as if he was unable to extricate himself from the emotions in the music, "The end is different from Beethoven in the first scene. ”

"Where does the energy of music come from?"

The front row of Kobayashizel, near the middle position.

Zhou Rong looked at the young man on the stage, and the appreciation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The man sitting at the far end of the same row was still unkempt, his gaze wandered, and he didn't seem to be on the young man on the stage, but if he looked closely, he could find that he was listening very carefully, as if he was trying to distinguish something in his voice.

"The tone of this FX is a little different. ”

"Strings?"

"Or castanets?"

As the blood on the stage gradually cooled down.

The boy's facial cousin softened a lot.

The second movement begins.

"A song like a adagio. ”

The quiet and soothing rhythm, after the boy changed the angle of the falling fingers, the whole melody was slightly sluggish, like a warm breeze, leisurely and comfortable.

And the music is deep.

See the depth again.

The left hand and the right hand are talking, making people want to stay in one of these moments.

...

A powder room.

Duan Ran didn't change out of the one-piece forging skirt, just leaned quietly on the back of the chair and looked up at the big screen above his head.

Looking at the young young man's movements, she remembered a sentence from Qin Jianji's notebook.

I believe that pathos is never sorrow. ’

At this moment, under the warm lamp, the healing adagio also answered the doubts stored in her heart.

Every note that flowed from the boy's fingers shone brightly.

"His pathos is golden and warm"

......

"Hmm..."

"Like. ”

......

Pathos.

As one of the most well-known Beethoven piano pieces for amateur classical enthusiasts, it is more familiar with the third movement.

And the teenager on the stage used his own hands to interpret the soft and amiable side of Beethoven's musical thoughts.

Qin Jian believes that pathos is never sadness.

Qin Jian believes that how resolute a person is, how weak he is.

In Qin Jian's mind, the little man who was not good-looking and came from Dorne.

His heart contains the widest of heavens and the earth.

Gently put away his hand.

At the very end of the second movement, Qin Jian raised his hand.

With a sense of ceremony, he gently closed his eyes.

"Rondo"

Speed

"Touch Force"

Recite three sentences silently.

In the next second, the two-handed keyboard is horizontally opened.

The ten fingers of the leap appeared.

The most classic melodic lines of the third movement of Pathétique.

appeared.

Run, fast run.

The clarity and fluidity of YHFX is on full display at this moment.

No amount of subtlety can escape from a sharp hammer.

Feel the sound of the piano castanets.

Qin Jian only felt a shivering sensation continue to spread from his waist up.

A fine layer of goosebumps crawled out of his arm.

"Steady. ”

Qin Jian took a deep breath frantically, and every nerve was placed in his hand.

The theme is repeated, and under the traction of the melody, the music becomes more and more anxious and restless.

The note of the hormone jumps almost out of control at the last one.

Feel the almost uncontrolled hands, and the coming end.

Qin Jianmeng's arms were stretched apart, increasing the range of movement of his body.

Ten Fingers struggled to the last moment in the limit.

Suddenly, the stage fell silent.

The hall seemed to be able to hear the boy's rapid and restless breathing through his violently undulating body.

At this moment when most people think that the music is over

Saw.

The boy moved again.

He shrugged his shoulders, raised his hands high, and a series of descending dense sound streams rushed out fiercely.

"Set me a !!!"

The boy smashed his hands down.

Beethoven's shouts resounded throughout the Golden Hall.

For a long time, the aftermath does not fade.

"Did you hear me?"

Qin Jian raised his head, a light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and his gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space and fell to a holy place.