Qin Jian: "Huh?"

Shen Qingci originally wanted to use this to inform Qin Jian of something, but after thinking about it, he still decided to solve Qin Jian's problem just now.

Shen Qingci: "You just said that when you were in Moscow, you used to convey pictures as a kind of performance, so what about now?"

The waiter brought the first dish.

The two moved their chopsticks.

"Now, it's hard to say, but I'm still in the process of figuring it out, so I think it's a way to be more inclined to interpret the composer, because no matter what..."

When Qin Jian said this, Shen Qingci suddenly interrupted him, "Wait a minute, I've always wanted to confirm one thing with you, did you write that variation?"

Shen Qingci asked very casually, and Qin Jian replied very casually, "Yes." ”

"Okay, no problem, you continue. Shen Qingci continued to eat.

After a brief interlude, Qin Jian continued: "Because no matter how I convey the picture, the picture I restore is ultimately what I see, and I hope that in the end I can interpret them from the composer's point of view." ”

"In this way, their music is restored in their own way, and the style of the works of the era hundreds of years ago is heard and felt by people today. ”

Shen Qingci put down his chopsticks and lit a cigarette: "Qin Jian, do you know how long Bach could hold a concert during the Baroque period?"

Qin Jian didn't know Shen Qingci's purpose for this question, but he really didn't know this.

Shen Qingci: "8 hours, from morning to afternoon. ”

"So long?" Qin Jian felt his hands hurt when he heard this.

Shen Qingci nodded: "Do you know why in the classical period, an opera could be as long as 4 hours and the audience was too short, but today's pop song is too long for 8 minutes?"

Qin Jian's brows furrowed, vaguely grasping a little bit of thought, but he still didn't understand the meaning behind the other party's question, "Are you saying that people in different eras have different rhythms of life?"

"Yes, in different eras, people have different rhythms of life, so the demand for music works is also different, and now people's life is too fast, so fast that an 8-minute pop music can't be accepted.

This is one of the reasons for the decline of classical music. ”

Shen Qingci paused, looked at Qin Jian and said with a playful smile: "So why do you want to restore the past instead of innovating with a way of thinking that belongs to modern people, so that those musical works you like can be reborn in our era in some way? This question does not represent my opinion, I am just curious about what you think." ”

Qin Jian, even if Shen Qingci didn't explain, he knew that he was also a defender of classical music, and the other party had always stood at the forefront of the classical piano, and he could hear the clues from the Bach played by the other party.

But since the other party asked, then.

"Because no matter how much classical music declines, it will never die. ”

Qin Jian's voice in reply was not loud, and only the waiter and Shen Qingci could hear it.

The waiter glanced at Qin Jian.

"Thank you," Qin Jian also looked at her, "Thank you for two bowls of rice." ”

After sending off the waiter with a smile, Qin Jian turned to Shen Qingci again: "I think there are people in any era who are willing to listen to the glory that belongs to those times in the original."

"So I hope that I can get close to composers of different eras, understand them, feel them, interpret them, and finally restore them. ”

"These will be the core of my future playing art. ”

Hearing this, Shen Qingci felt that he had heard the answer he wanted to hear, but he still quipped: "This road is not easy to walk, and musicians also have to eat." ”

Qin Jian smiled, "Isn't that just right, didn't musicians just ask for food hundreds of years ago?"

The more Shen Qingci tasted this, the more he felt that it was tasteful, and for a long time, he felt that he still underestimated the young man in front of him.

From the other party's words, he heard a hint of determination.

In today's era, there are few people who are willing to really show up for art.

You must know that Qin Jian is only twenty years old this year.

As the third dish came up, "The dishes are all ready, the two of you use it slowly, please take the receipt, and go to the front desk to settle the bill in a while." ”

The waiter said fluently and glanced at Qin Jian again.

Qin Jian wondered why you were looking at me all the time, "Two more bowls of rice!"

"Okay, wait a minute," the waiter left.

didn't say those misty words, Shen Qingci finally gave Qin Jian some personal opinions.

Toi's control of timbre is at the core of his technique, as well as the shaping of sentences. ”

"You don't know how much effort he has to put into the portrayal of sentences underneath, and when we hear him play on stage, he has honed it a lot, so we are attracted to the beauty of those very detailed. ”

"That's why I don't let you imitate him, everyone has an innate perception of musical lines, everyone is different, even if they are similar, there are slight individual differences, which come from different life experiences, different races, different genders, and even some kind of physical defect. ”

Speaking of this, Shen Qingci looked at Qin Jian: "Understood?"

Qin Jian nodded involuntarily, and she thought of Ye Yi again, "Understood,"

Shen Qingci: "But you can learn from his treatment of the shallow and deep music, this treatment can make a performer see the original appearance of the music more clearly, there are still more than 4 months before the main competition, you can make good use of this time to understand it, to be honest, I am looking forward to it." ”

Qin Jian nodded again, "I also have this plan, I plan to wait until I have determined all the three rounds of repertoire for the main competition, and then find a quiet place to retreat for a while, the school is not suitable here, and the surroundings are too impetuous." ”

"Good idea. Shen Qingci, "Have you chosen a place?"

Qin Jian didn't think about it, going home was the first option he put out.

He had a preference for Salzburg or Ivanovka, a Mozart's nest and Rachmaninoff's birthplace, both of which he thought were good, but he hadn't decided yet.

"Not yet. He replied.

Shen Qingci: "Let's go to Norway." ”

"Huh?" Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Qingci suspiciously, as if asking for a reason.

Shen Qingci repeated again: "Go to Norway, someone will pick you up when the time comes, there will be a quiet place there, and you may be able to make a new friend." ”

Qin Jian suddenly thought that during the Chinese New Year, when he called Shen Qingci to pay New Year's greetings, the other party and Liao Linjun were in Norway, and subconsciously said, "Sister Lin Jun has been in Norway?"

"Go ahead, she will be in charge of your next stage of the course. Shen Qingci sighed with a smile and explained the whole thing, "After you have decided on the three rounds of repertoire, you can set off." ”

Hearing this, Qin Jian was a little emotional for a while.

"Shen.."

"Your rice," the waiter walked over with two bowls of rice and put them on the table with two "da" and "da" sounds.

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Jian again.

Qin Jian: "... Pay the bill!"

Waiter: "Please pay at the front desk." ”

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...

The two finally decided to have a good drink when Qin Jian left.

However, before that, Qin Jian first witnessed Shen Qingci and Shijing Nobuyuki having a big drink.

When he came out of the fuge bar at night, Qin Jian drove Shen Qingci home.

By the time he returned to school, the dormitory was closed.

So he dealt with it all night in 309.

Early the next morning, a truck drove into the school from a distance.

Qin Jian held a chicken coop on his head, stood in front of the window and chewed bread at an accelerated pace.

He was about to leave 309 and go downstairs.

The phone shook.

Duan: What's the number?

Paragraph: What number!!

Paragraph: Number !!