In the extended finale of the first movement, the story moves from dullness to silence with an unfinished outpouring.

The old man on the stage raised his head slightly.

Under the light, the old man's blue pupils seemed to hide a calm sea.

Secluded.

‘Tempest’

'Adagio, adagio'

The music started at this time.

The warm major third chords, under the arpeggio legato, are gently swept through like a gentle sea breeze.

Gives tranquility.

The original contradictory emotions in the hall have returned to the embrace of nature in the baptism of this sound flow.

Full of kindness, it is soothing.

Feeling the most straightforward statement in the music, Qin Jian gradually forgot where he was.

Qin Jian held on to the last trace of sobriety, in this romantic melody.

"Is this a classicist romance?"

Simple with abundant emotion, rigorous but not old-fashioned

There is always a small echo, a short break, which will make people have endless aftertaste.

Qin Jian had never heard this kind of recital-style performance.

Unable to analyze the music in isolation from the structure of the song, the reappearance of the new theme made him unsure if he had forgotten anything in the connecting passage.

However, this is only a fleeting thought, and the variation on the theme has already sounded.

The music is always in peace.

Just when there was a slight wave in the atmosphere of the stage, with a low puff -

The tail note seems to fade away with the sea breeze, disappearing into the deepest end of the sea.

'Second Movement, Finale'

On stage, Barembo put his hand away.

His movements were sluggish, with a hint of struggle.

Qin Jian's back leaned lightly on the back of the chair, delaying the fatigue of his neck.

In the second movement, which lasted about eight minutes, he remained motionless.

But the eyes still did not leave the piano.

He was worried that every breath would miss the old man's every move.

Suddenly it's not abrupt.

Barenbo's hands were still clenched, and under the gaze of the audience, they were instantly stretched out again.

Qin Jian only saw a pair of large hands that could span the piano twenty-four degrees, covering the entire midrange area.

Then.

Barberon's hands were moving.

His movements were no longer soft, and the blue in his eyes deepened.

Alternating left and right hands, under an accelerated expression.

The melody couldn't be calmer anymore.

The atmosphere of the whole hall gradually surged under the infection of the stage.

From the fluctuations at the end of the second movement to the contradictions in the coordination of the old man's limbs, Qin Jian felt that it had probably only taken him one breath.

However, in this time that cannot be measured by length, the music has made a perfect transition to the third movement.

‘Tempest’

'Allegretto, Allegro'

The flowing sixteenth notes in 3/8 beats, with the enthusiasm of the sea, rushed to the face.

The delicacy in the surge can be seen from any detail of the melody that can be magnified.

"It's real technology. ”

Purely from the perspective of the contrast between strength and weakness in the auditory sense, Qin Jian can no longer distinguish whether the waist is used as the fulcrum or the push point of force in Barum's performance.

But this natural timbre that has been tempered by thousands of people really has nothing to say.

"True Master. ”

Judging from the internal arrangement of the performance of the third movement, although the transpositions are frequent and the whole musical color is mainly in a minor key, the motive of each foreshadowing the theme is clear.

But Qin Jian didn't focus on a certain detail or a certain sentence, but consciously let his ears listen behind him.

Listen to the chorus that hovers over the entire hall.

By constantly adjusting the focus of the ear, the originally dense and compact notes are slowly stretched.

The small motives in the music were no longer just clearly visible, Qin Jian could even hear their direction.

It seems to be heading towards a place.

"It's not close. ”

It was still a little close, but Qin Jian felt that he had done his best.

It's almost time to open the focus guidance.

In the progression of more and more passionate music, Barum's intense emotions drowned out the teenager's ability to think in the blink of an eye.

Manic?

The teenager, who was pulled by emotions, left himself with one last question.

The surging hall was in the midst of an intensifying melodic conflict, and for just a moment, nothing was left.

A tail note that is not a tail note, like a cloud-piercing arrow piercing the sky.

Storm, annihilation in the D tone.

Piano Sonata No. 17 in D minor, The Tempest, the end of the piece.

The warm light of the golden hall is like the sun shining at this moment.

The calm after the storm, with hope and peace

The old man on the stage raised his head slightly again, and the moment his pupils dilated and contracted, he exhaled deeply.

He loosened his cuffs again and stood up with the piano in his hands.

The moment he got up, thunderous applause rang out instantly.

......

"That's good. ”

Muttering, Qin Jian clapped vigorously.

Although there is one more small question mark left in my mind, it is pure at this moment, and I dedicate it to the most sincere praise of the performers.

Barenbo bowed and left the stage to applause.

But Qin Jian was still clapping his hands vigorously, his pious gaze seemed to be retaining this scene, and it was like looking forward to the next scene.

It's just that he didn't notice the stares of the girls on the side.

Dark seats.

Looking at the little starlight under the corner of the young man's eyes, Duan Ran's heart twitched, and for some reason he was moved.

"Hey..."

...

...

"Please enjoy Beethoven's Sonata No. 23"

....

"It's passion!"

"I haven't practiced enthusiasm. ”

"I haven't practiced either. ”

...

...

"Please enjoy the Piano Sonata No. 14"

...

"Have you noticed that Barembo's touches always look light. ”

"Yes, my teacher always said that my right hand was too hard. ”

"No, I can't see it. ”

"Really. ”

.....

Beethoven classics one after another, from storm to passion, from passion to moonlight, three complete sonatas plus a few pieces.

At the end of the concert, after an encore song from Jasmine.

Barembo's recital came to an end.

After many enthusiastic audiences shouted for a feast, they rushed to the backstage after the show.

It is worth mentioning here that taking a photo with a master abroad is a common thing after such a concert.

"You're not going to take a group photo?"

"Why don't you go?"

As the audience got up one after another, the old and two young people in the nine rows of three seats also stood up.

As if he had just stepped out of the last Chinese classic, "It's really incredible music." ”

As he spoke, he turned around, and was really about to say something, when he suddenly saw Duan Ran behind Qin Jian, his small eyes suddenly widened, "Ha, it turns out that there is a terrible little guy hidden." ”

After seeing the face under the brim of the old man's hat, Duan Ran reacted that the old man who had been sitting on the left side of Qin Jian was Xiao Lin Zeer.

"Hello!" hurriedly bowed lightly to the other party.

"You're welcome," the old man said with a smile, glancing at his watch, leaning over to pick up the program list on the ground and stuffing it into his pocket, "In the next game, I look forward to your better performance." As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Jian deeply, smiled and turned to leave.

......

Outside the gate of Zhongshan Concert Hall.

The big screen was still on, and young men and women came out of the gate side by side.

"Today's concert was really good. ”

"yes. ”

Keep walking.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked.

"I'm going back to the hotel, it's a bit late. ”

"Then goodbye, it's a great evening. ”

"Me too. ”

In the moonlight, the girl smiled softly.