It's a pity that the text doesn't have background music, but there really should be a paragraph at this moment-

It is used to match Qin Jian's wonderful expression.

He Jing's tone seemed to state a very ordinary thing, just like a sentence that Qin Jian used to say when he was a child, "Sister, can you help me wash my socks today." ’

'Is it good' sounds like an inquiry, but there is never really a question mark in the conversation between siblings.

He Jing helped Qin Jian wash her socks, and now she asked Qin Jian to play the eighteenth variation of Paganini's Caprice on the theme.

It's like the same thing.

Qin Jian felt that he should not have a reason to refuse, or that he should not have the consciousness of refusal.

The piano is in the corner of the three-meter courtyard, and there is a mirror in the corner.

In the mirror, He Jing has no makeup in a silver dress and long skirt, and also has the face of Qin Jian's black jacket... , how to say it, is it a blind face?

It's not a blindfold.

"Good. ”

Qin Jian said and walked towards the piano, the three-meter distance Qin Jian walked neither fast nor slow, he didn't even have time to calculate if he took the day of anger and deducted 10,000 worship points, his remaining 6,734 points would be enough for him to consume.

If he was given a little time, he would be able to play the Caprice on a Paganini theme on his own.

But it happened right now, and he didn't expect this scene in front of him at all.

The score of the eighteenth variation was right in front of him, but without the slightest preparation, he was afraid that he would not be able to play it well.

What He Jing wanted to listen to must not be her own impromptu audition.

So.

Sitting down in front of the piano, Qin Jian then opened the panel.

There was no psychological struggle, and just as he was about to take the day of wind rage, a sudden sound sounded behind him.

"Forget it. ”

In an instant, Qin Jian's mind took a 180-degree turn.

After a few seconds.

He gasped slightly, and when his thoughts calmed down, he realized that his back was already damp, and the beads of sweat on his forehead had become a line and flowed down to his chin.

The sound of high heels behind him is getting closer.

Qin Jian's Adam's apple swayed up and down, and he booed without confidence, "What's wrong, sister?"

"I'll do it for me, you can help me listen," He Jing said as she took off her coat, revealing her white shoulders, and then sat down on the side of the piano bench, and said with some confusion, "I always feel that there is something wrong with my eighteenth variation. ”

Qin Jian raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, "Okay, I'll listen to it for you." ”

When he was about to get up, He Jing suddenly asked, "Are you hot?"

Qin Jian moved his mouth slightly, "It's hot, but it's delicious, sister, come on, I'll listen to it." Patting He Jing on the shoulder encouragingly, he came to the side of the piano.

He can't play it for the time being, but he thinks he can do it for advice, and he has a lot of feelings about Rahe's works recently.

The process of waiting made his mind gradually calm down.

It's just that ten seconds have passed, and He Jing still hasn't raised his hand.

Qin Jian didn't open his mouth to disturb the other party.

Another ten seconds passed.

He Jing shook his head, "I can't find the state." ”

Qin Jian nodded, he probably understood the other party's 'okay... It's like when he played the third movement of K491 in the Tokyo final, he suddenly lost control of the performance, because he didn't know the work well enough and had some confusion.

That time he ran over in a rough way.

Now He Jing's problem is the same, but he knows that the other party's problem must not be unprepared, but needs a little emotional outlet.

He Jing's overly rational nature is a complete obstacle for her to perform such a cathartic work, especially a passage like the eighteenth variation.

It seems that she hasn't changed after going to Eastman for more than half a year, thinking in her heart, Qin Jian leaned over and smiled: "Relax." ”

"It's just the two of us in the house, what else can't you let go?"

"Just play the notes in your style, and then interpret them. ”

Playing the notes first, and then interpreting, He Jing read silently and raised his hands.

That's right, it's my own playing habit.

Just as she was about to drop her fingers, a hum rang in her ears.

It seems to imitate the sound of a cello, and the ups and downs are full of musical motives.

This is the orchestral passage at the end of the seventeenth variation.

Qin Jian hummed, his hand gently swinging up and down in front of the piano.

He Jing gradually entered the music with the rhythm he conducted, and the soft solo melody appeared when he raised his hand.

The clean and soft notes seemed to have wings, and in a short time they flew all over the room.

"That's right," Qin Jian's voice was very soft, "That's it, slow down a little more, stretch the sound and you can see more." ”

Qin Jian's hand waved a little slower.

Then.

Sure enough, the sound of the piano has changed somewhat.

The already melancholy melody is like a longer sunset that has been stretched, with a little hazy and a little charming.

Qin Jian's eyes were fascinated with enjoyment, "Now you can interpret your notes and integrate ideas into your musical screen." ”

"Chords. ”

"Pay attention to the chords. ”

"The chords are the background color. ”

"Everyone will see from under your fingers. ”

His voice was softer.

The piano unfolds a simple and peaceful melody, which makes people feel comfortable and down-to-earth.

Qin Jian could hear He Jing's expression, this feeling was completely different from him, but it was undoubtedly full of emotion.

Just when the theme was about to enter the second time, there was a need for a string group to join here, and Qin Jian once again played the function of an orchestra.

He sang passionately, and the music gradually heated up under the increasingly expressive power of the piano.

"Not enough strength!"

This time, Qin Jian's voice became louder.

"Don't leave anything unturned!"

He Jing comprehended Qin Jian's intention, and instantly increased the power of pushing the chord by two lv.

There is also confiding and attachment in the sound of the piano, but there is no strong regret expressed by Qin Jian.

This may still be her old habit, cherishing what can be reflected in every note.

It's not a bad habit, it's her inherent style.

The ode to romantic passion finally falls in a tense performance, ending with a soft note.

The music stopped, and the two siblings met and smiled.

"Beautiful. ”

Qin Jian gave applause, He Jing played He Jing, fine, but she had already expressed herself emotionally.

"Teacher Qin, please advise?" He Jing's voice sounded much more relaxed at the moment.

Qin Jian stinked and farted, "Advice-"

"I can't talk about it. ”

Hearing this, He Jing made a gesture of please.

Qin Jian said: "Teacher He, can you change your habit of being expressionless when you play the piano?"

"You say I'm expressionless?" He Jing laughed, "What about you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Qin Jian was puzzled.

"Say, haven't you ever looked closely at how you play the piano now?"

This..

Qin Jian really didn't pay attention to this question, but he felt that he should be very involved.

Moment.

"Can't.. bar. ”

...

Pleasant sibling conversation time.

After that, He Jing didn't play other variations to Qin Jian.

She felt that she had found a way to solve the problem, and Qin Jian was looking forward to sitting in the audience and listening to a full version later.

Time flies.

There were still thirty minutes before He Jing took the stage, and the concert outside had already reached the second half.

He Jing began to load, and Qin Jian accompanied her while having fun on the piano alone.

He played Chopin at one time, Mozart at another, and Jazz at his junior.

Ten minutes before He Jing took the stage, there was already chaos outside the door, there was a trumpet and violin, and the two people in the room knew that the orchestra had entered the final preparations.

...

"The color of the eyeshadow is beautiful. Qin Jian looked at it and said.

"Really?" The unexpected praise he received surprised He Jing a little.

"Yes. ”

Qin Jian stepped forward as he spoke, giving He Jing a hug, "Relax and relax." ”

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

"Waiting for you from the audience. ”

..

In He Jing's field of vision, Qin Jian's back became wider and wider.

It's just that.

She doesn't seem to be used to this speed.