16:40。

In the backstage of the noisy concert hall, the host, tuning, video, broadcasting, field staff and other staff began to be hungry for the last busy work.

The five incoming contestants are also sitting in the rest room for the final stage preparations.

In Duan Ran's rest room.

After finally spitting out the lipstick, Duan Ran pursed his lips in the mirror, blurring the red on his lips.

A bright little face in the mirror is extraordinarily mature today.

Qin Jian, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner, had been holding his mobile phone on the surface, but in fact, his eyes never took off Duan Ran.

He felt that Duan Ran was quite suitable for wearing heavy makeup, but the other party usually understated it on his face.

He felt that he couldn't take the initiative to do this, and it sounded like there was some unscrupulous purpose.

Although the two of them are now accustomed to some morning and evening slapstick games, they have never made it to that point.

Even if he got to that point, he was too embarrassed to make any specific requests.

But he definitely doesn't admit that he's sullen.

After Duan Ran was ready, she turned around, and the skirt of her white dress spun around with her.

Freeze people.

"Is it good-looking?" Duan Ran winked at Qin Jian.

Qin Jian pretended to have just raised his head, and he first made a surprised expression at the gaze of Shang Duan Ran.

Then he looked up and down fiercely, "I'll be jealous if you go out like this." ”

Duan Ran's little face blossomed when he said this, "Hmph, you just have a sweet mouth." ”

"Do you want to taste it, it tastes like milk. Qin Jian touched his chin as he spoke.

"Don't!"

Duan Ran didn't dare to agree, she finally put on good makeup.

"You still don't take off your pants?"

"It's still early, don't worry. ”

...

The two of them were talking and laughing, and the Russian guy next door was ready for battle.

Five minutes later.

As the bell rang in the concert hall, the host took the stage to open the next game.

It's still the same old process, and the judges must be introduced first.

The vast majority of the audience had long remembered the full names of each judge, as well as their expressions when they got up.

After the introduction, the judges introduced Ivanov, who was the first to appear in the afternoon,

Ivanov, who is dressed in a halo, is even slightly longer than Rikier, and this guy has a really rich life experience.

Under the applause, Ivanov appeared on the stage, he wore a bright blue dress today, and he was more angry than people.

In front of several TV screens in the backstage break, the other four players waited quietly for Ivanov to play.

They don't know what the judges are going to eat for lunch today, just like they can't predict what the judges want to hear today.

They have to be very energetic to face today's game.

On the screen, Ivanov sat down in front of the piano.

Debugging the piano bench.

Raise your arms and drop your fingers.

Ballade No. 1 in G minor.

The original Russian piano sound is extremely delicate in the introduction at the beginning.

Ivanov took the lead.

The music unfolds.

The whole hall is filled with a strong Russian atmosphere, and although it is the stage of Warsaw, Chopin's music is world-class.

The Chopin Competition is not only a five-year competition for young pianists from all over the world, but also provides an opportunity to evaluate different piano schools from different countries and to observe each other's different understandings of Chopin's music.

For the first three editions of the competition, the international classical piano scene recognized the Polish and Soviet schools.

The names of these two schools can stand on the world stage, and they rely on the pianist ancestors of the two countries to make a name for themselves on the international stage step by step.

They won the game as gods, and they were able to be justified, and they passed on the bloodline.

Generations of young pianists have learned from their experience and nutrients, and continue to follow the old path of their ancestors with love and enthusiasm.

Ivanov was a native of the orthodox Russian young pianist,

From the time he was 4 years old, when he rang the Steinway piano at the St. Petersburg Conservatory in the company of his professor's father, his future piano path was set.

Coming from a family of traditional Russian artists, he didn't even have the opportunity to choose another way to play the piano.

His father told him when he was a child, 'You have to play like this, and you have to imagine that the simplest scales are arcs, and you have to temper your fingers, and your fingers are the premise of everything you play.'" ’

The playing techniques of the Negauz school, the head of the four major schools of the Russian school, became a compulsory course for Ivanov as a teenager.

Most of his teachers were some of the most prestigious music educators in Russia.

Orthodoxy never comes by chance, and orthodoxy always needs to be constantly justified and maintained.

With the expectations of his ancestors, his father, his teachers, and the Russian proclamation, Ivanov once again walked out of the piano room in St. Petersburg.

As the top seed of Russia, he came to the stage of this Chopin competition.

He came here to see some of the most prestigious young pianists from all over the world, and listening to them live excites him and makes him feel pressured, and he knows he has to come up with something convincing.

In the first round he chose four very difficult pieces, which perfectly demonstrated the finger skills of the young Russian pianists to the world.

After the competition, it was well received, and on the night of the competition, he even received a phone call from the famous Russian piano Braunin, the gold medalist of the 11th Chopin Competition.

In the second round, he still chose to use the most representative repertoire of each genre to compete with players from all over the world.

Ballade in G minor, Waltz in D flat major, Boat Song in F sharp major, Heroic Polonaise,

The four pieces are either grand and poignant, cheerful, or delicate and profound.

Ivanov interprets these four works in the purest Russian technique, and he tells the audience how to listen to Chopin's song of fate from the point of view of the piano art.

As he stepped down, the applause from the audience continued until the host took the stage again to introduce the next contestant.

Italian veteran Duggio is on the scene.

He bowed gentlemanly to the audience, using the same posture as Pollini, who was also an Italian, and Pollini was his faith.

He then sat down at the piano and began to play, opening the round with the Ballade No. 2 in F major.

The grainy prelude is both amorous and romantic under the hands of Italy.

The performance experience of the two-time veteran is not only amorous and romantic, Du Qiao knows the preferences of the judges.

In the light waltzes and intense polonaise, he plays with a high level of fortisses and excellent detail.

But emotionally, he paints Chopin's music more with an overly sad color, which may sound imperfect to some listeners.

There were no major mistakes in the performance of the four pieces, except for a chord mismatch at the end of the last polonaise.

Presumably, it would be difficult for the average viewer to hear this error in the continuous striking of the rumbling chords.

But a mistake is a mistake.