() Qin Jian really has a wish.

So in a few seconds of wishing process, he was religious.

.......

When Qin Jian opened his eyes again, Duan Ran's hand had a large gray suede notebook.

"It looks a little old, but that's how it works. Duan Ran said and pushed the big book in his hand in front of Qin Jian, "Hmm, birthday present." ”

Qin Jian took it in surprise, and a thick feeling came from the tentacle.

When he opened it, he found that there was no paper inside, but pages of transparent plastic sandwiches

"Is this a music clip?" Qin Jian looked up and said with some surprise

"Do you like it?" Duan Ran's face raised, and he was red in the candlelight.

Qin Jian nodded, put the gray sheet aside and looked at Duan Ran's small chin and smiled seriously: "Thank you my partner." ”

"Alright, alright, blow out the candles, they're all going to burn. ”

“fu————”

"Eat and eat. ”

"Eat and eat. ”

"Eh, Qin Jian, why is there so much less duck skin?"

"Huh?"

"You steal it!"

"Sort of. ”

.......

.......

New eighteen years old.

A new day.

Early in the morning, Qin Jian woke up from his dream in a daze, and the sound of the piano outside the door had already sounded.

Feeling the exhaustion from his body, Qin Jian got off the bed and moved his body, and after stretching for a while, he put on his coat and opened the door.

"Such a quick prelude and fugue. ”

Looking at the cross-legged girl in front of the piano who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, Qin Jian walked downstairs with a sigh of relief, passing by the piano, "Morning." ”

"Early. ”

Duan Ran said, his movements did not pause in the slightest, and his eyes were still focused on the score in front of him.

This piece is the repertoire of her individual group preliminary round, and after a whole day of listening and learning yesterday, she also got her own harvest for Bach's works.

......

Qin Jian finished washing up and returned to the second floor.

I sat down casually at a piano and was silent for a moment.

When all distractions have been discarded, I slowly raise my hand and place it on the keyboard.

"Drip-drip-drip--"

As the five fingers of his right hand swiped nimbly from top to bottom, a series of melody with a hint of sorrow slowly flowed out.

Qin Jian was looking at the score in his mind, shaking his head slightly with the music under his fingers, and gradually, his eyes became a little blurred.

The entire hall on the second floor has also become a dialogue between Bach and Mozart.

For a while, they blended with each other.

After basically solving the problem of Bach's four-part ensemble, starting today, Qin Jian can safely focus on Mozart's concerto.

Piano Concerto No. 24 in C minor, K491, is a piece that Qin Jian finally decided on after a few days of careful consideration.

In the repeated reading of the first two chapters of Amadeus's last wishes, Qin Jian was able to get some different gains each time.

While feeling Mozart's life, Qin Jian also unconsciously felt something fresh from his many works.

For music, this kind of living thing brings out the true nature of music even more than the motive on the score.

Mozart's twenty-fourth piano concerto looks to him more like a work with a "Beethoven character".

The pathos and excitement in the melody remain true to Mozart's usual sense of nobility.

Qin Jian knows that the nobility in Mozart's music is innate, but the pathos is created by real life.

In this respect, Beethoven and Mozart have something in common.

"Ding-bang. ”

A short sound of the piano ended, and Qin Jian stopped his hand and sighed lightly.

"So how do you express the uneasiness in your sorrow?"

In the first movement, scattered chords and gloomy diminished seventh jumps have clearly replaced his previous writing habits, and the development of the music is no longer full of sunny moods.

The lines are undoubtedly full of anxiety.

'The unimaginable darkness of the future', Qin Jian thought of this line of words again.

"Is Vienna too big?"

.......

Moment.

Qin Jian raised his hand again.

Imagining Mozart's uneasy emotions, the process of touching the keys with his fingers unconsciously became very small.

It was still a string of chromatic motives at the beginning, and this time Qin Jian pressed each note with his fingers, and the gentle movements softened each note.

The melody in his ears seemed to give Qin Jian a psychological hint to continue.

Mobilizing the guidance of concentration, he looked intently at his beating fingers, and gradually, the melody of the concerto without the accompaniment of the orchestra was like a deer wandering alone in the misty forest, facing everything unknown in front of him, testing step by step.

Before you know it, the music seems to unfold slowly.

.......

Duan Ran finished his morning practice and put away his score.

Listening to the music still playing in my ears, I simply cleaned up and quietly left the second floor.

When he came back, he had two meals in his hand.

The music in the hall repeated in a loop, and Duan Ran sat on the sofa and ate alone.

After getting along with Qin Jian day and night, she already knew that there was no need to interrupt him at this time.

He doesn't eat on time, has an irregular schedule, often runs out of the house in the middle of the night to practice, and even sits in front of the piano and suddenly enters a certain nervous state.

Like now.

However, she felt that this was Qin Jian's chic side.

Attentiveness to the piano, seriousness, and paranoia.

He could have flowed the magnificent Chopin between his fingers a second ago, and a second later he could easily enter the profound Beethoven, and he was still practicing in the morning, but in the afternoon, the music was different.

"That's kind of talent. ”

Meal.

Duan Ran left the sofa and threw the leftover lunch box into the trash.

On the coffee table, the one that belonged to Qin Jian became lonely again.

Soon.

The two piano sections are intertwined again.

.......

The monotonous but not boring life is lived day by day.

The most relaxing time for two people under the same roof every day is probably after a day of practice, and then go out together at night to press the road or have a supper.

During this period, Old Potter would come every once in a while to listen to the progress of the two people's tunes.

He Jing and Liao Linjun would occasionally call to urge.

In the evening with two days left before the departure date, Qin Jian and Duan Ran sorted out all the repertoire for the competition.

All the preparations are in place.

23:30。

After finishing the last K521 performance, Duan Ran looked at Qin Jian on the side tiredly, "Tomorrow I will sleep until I wake up naturally." ”

"Go to sleep. Qin Jian patted Duan Ran on the shoulder.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" Duan Ran said suspiciously

"You go to sleep first, I still have some problems to solve. ”

Duan Ran originally wanted to order something, but seeing Qin Jian's insistence, he nodded, "Don't stay up too late, I'll leave early the day after tomorrow." ”

With that, he got up and walked towards his room.

"Good night. ”