() Above the golden stage, the peculiar beauty of Mozart's piano gradually leaked out.

It's a wonderful feeling.

The natural and pure resonance of the kawai body does not seem to be fully released, and a hint of turbidity in the bass even seems to be a flaw.

But this way of playing with a unique 'accent' of Mozart gives people a sense of intimacy.

It's a feeling that flows naturally.

It's like this moment.

This Mozart is no longer the red-haired musician in the picture book, but like a boy chasing the wind in the summer breeze.

It seems to be a light step, but it is extremely solid.

"Excellent understanding. ”

On the judges' bench, Mitsuko Uchida looked at the girl on the stage and couldn't help but praise.

"The girl's performance felt like a key that unlocked the door to the piece. ”

"It's really exciting. Mitsuko Uchida said softly, her eyes full of reminiscence, as if the music of the moment had brought her back to a certain period of her youth.

Another male Japanese judge on the side was a little surprised by Mitsuko Uchida's evaluation.

As the interpreter of Mozart's works, which is said to be a national treasure, the other party gave such a rating to a foreign player, which made him feel a little unhappy.

In his mind, this is just an ordinary performance, and even Mozart's temperament is not reflected in the music.

The man's gaze returned to the stage again.

Not only the eyes of the judges, but also the players from all over the world are also focused on the stage at the moment.

There are those who are sure, there are those who are confused, there are those who are critical, and there are those who approve.

But in any case, no one can deny that it is all Mozart.

...

The moment Duan Ran dropped the last note of his right hand, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and slowly released the tooth shell that was clenching on his lower lip.

"There are still two notes that have not been handled well," she felt a little reproachful in her heart, and sighed secretly and was a little glad at the same time.

"Fortunately, I practiced enough, and almost everything I wanted to express popped up. ”

Blowing softly, as if he had completed some important mission, Duan Ran's gaze moved to the side of the figure who had finished devoting himself to the music up and down.

"I'll leave it to you. She chuckled softly in her heart, "Come on." ”

On the big screen, the scene of the girl shaking her head and smiling was recorded by everyone.

However, this is only a moment, and the camera has already cut to another pair of gorgeously beating hands.

The treble melody took over the theme of the music, and in an instant, the melody swept through the hall like the wings of the god of wind.

Qin Jian's fingers are like thin threads in the hands of a magician, connecting those colorful notes without treating them as bizarre and pure technical obstacles.

His dazzling ten fingers aren't those pretty card flowers.

If Duan Ran interprets the muddy ground that Mozart stepped on under his feet, giving people a sense of steadiness, then Qin Jian's fingers are with Mozart's breathing, allowing people to breathe freely at will.

However, pace and breathing are not the ultimate goal of music.

Under the lighting of the stage, two young people leaping in front of the piano, each standing in their own way, speaking two different accents, make Mozart's flash of inspiration and unfathomable, and become another extreme of warm and jumping classicist interpretation.

"You may only get 10 percent of a piece from a score, but there are thousands of different ways to play the same note in one position. ”

Riegel's deep gaze was looking at the stage from afar, and he was biting his thumb gently.

It's a personal habit he's developed over the last six decades of working in music, which has caused his thumb to always look bare.

However, as the current president of the Mozart International Music Association, he does not need to have a glossy thumb when playing Mozart.

This moment.

Under the stage of the misty phantom light, he seemed to return to a certain day ten years ago.

In a large theater, the performers on the stage are also a pair of extremely talented young men and women.

Even though they are also from China.

Perhaps their K521 is similar.

But after careful consideration, it is not difficult to find the similarities and differences in the subtleties.

"The mysterious country of the East always surprises the world. ”

......

Sweat hit the keys drop after drop.

The lighting on the stage is warm, but it's also hot.

As the music spreads through time, the two young people in front of the piano take on different looks.

Duan Ran quietly completed her own part, occasionally sneaking a sideways glance, and as a performer, she would also sneak a cameo appearance as a listener.

Qin Jian, on the other hand, was different.

No one knew what was going on under his calm face.

He could only see his limbs moving with the music, with every stroke, with every musical expression.

The music goes into a soothing adagio.

Qin Jian raised his head slightly, and his gaze involuntarily stared into the air again.

There was a faint glow in his throbbing pupils, and no one could feel the end of that gaze from the quiet melody flowing in his ears.

At this moment, perhaps only Duan Ran could read it.

She knew that Qin Jian had fallen into a certain state again.

He may be looking for a Salzburg idyll, or listening to a beautiful soprano in the harem, or having a relationship with Mozart's best friend, Sarilie.

Duan Ran liked the stories about Mozart that Qin Jian told her at the end of her daily practice, under the street lamp blown by the cold wind, those stories she had never heard of.

Oh, yes.

In the splendid story of Mozart's genius, she didn't see a trace of that kind of shadow on Qin Jian's body.

They are all whimsical, and they are all dreamy.

And the former has already bloomed the brightest light in the dust of history.

And the latter, the story continues.

I don't know when it began, maybe it was the girl's reflection on the world in that quiet garden, maybe it was the powerless cry under the golden pathos, or maybe it was the silent piety under the purple lilac that never withered.

She began to believe that one day, someone's name would be written into a chapter of history.

At this moment, Duan Ran faintly felt like a witness.

The girl smiled and raised her hand to take the last melody.

The music enters its final epilogue.

The theme is here.

Ending from where it began, the lead of the music returns to the bass melody again.

Duan Ran involuntarily bit his lower lip again.

Ten fingers flew gorgeously.

She didn't know how far she would sublimate the theme of the music with her final performance.

At this moment, she only knew that it belonged to her and his performance.

She only wished that this hurried moment was perfect.

Suddenly, I saw that on the big screen, the girl was radiant, and her ten fingers were full of flowers.

...

"Even if it's just as a witness. ”