The sound of the stage piano resumes.

Close-up.

Qin Jian's expression became solemn.

He straightened up slightly, and his big and small arms were ninety degrees, changing his previous casualness.

Every time he dropped his fingers, he only played a clear note.

One note after another, rhythmic voices connected to each other, and soon a familiar fragment of the classic main theme was presented.

The audience was stunned and surprised.

With the sound of the piano, some of the audience had already silently sang along with the melody of the music.

'A big river, wide waves, wind blowing rice and flowers on both sides'

'My house is here, I live on the shore, and I'm used to hearing the captain's name'

'I'm used to seeing the white sails on the ship—'

A clear and translucent sound illuminates the red theme of the music.

Unconsciously evoked memories for generations.

Just as the soft lyrical performance of this single melody was about to end, Qin Jian repeated it again.

Only this time.

Music is no longer a single subject.

He joined the left hand.

As soon as his left hand passed the keyboard, he began to run at a speed that was difficult to see.

For a moment, the sky above the stage seemed to flicker.

The flickering light and darkness make people unconsciously want to find out.

The clear arpeggios of his left hand with a distinct national music key continue to surge, intertwined with the elegant and steady theme melody of his right hand, as if he is playing a supertechnical etude with a very difficult oriental theme.

Full of atmosphere.

But under the gorgeous appearance of the music, there is no loss of innocence.

Qin Jian allowed his left hand to sing the colorful twelve-tone chant, and his right hand always placed the main theme full of national rhythm at the top of the whole music with a strong sense of separation.

It seems that all the complexity is just for foreshadowing and embellishment, setting off the richness and profundity of Chinese civilization.

The atmosphere of the scene was gradually ignited by the unrestrained heroism in the music.

...

One afternoon, Qin Jian hurriedly drove home.

It took him a moment to find inspiration, and it took him a minute and a half to turn it into notes under his fingers.

In the end, it took an afternoon to conceive the notes into the expression I wanted.

The theme melody of more than twenty bars, at his current level, can be played in dozens of different difficult styles.

But he hopes his homework doesn't stop there.

He Jing's Ode to the Yellow River performed by He Jing in front of his students at many world-class music schools in Moscow, the nostalgia of Lach who left his hometown to play at Carnegie Hall in New York, and Chopin's performance of Mazurka at the Paris Congress in the face of national disasters all remind Qin Jian of a question about the soul of the musician's nation.

Although the times are different, some things have not dimmed with history, but have exuded a more dazzling brilliance under the torrent of today's times.

Qin Jian found his own answer here.

Belief is such a thing, once it is there, it will no longer be swayed.

So there was an independent secondary creation that was not so bold in his opinion, and without the help of Fu Hua's music score, he relied on himself to adapt the content of less than 20 bars in an afternoon.

His expectations are also simple, as an introspection of his playing career.

He just wants to use such a piece to complete a small tribute to the motherland of a Chinese pianist in such a festival.

The stage is big or small.

In Yangcheng, the soil that has nurtured him for 16 years, he feels that it is just right.

...

With the joy into an exhilarating climax.

Qin Jian has completely entered the Qin Jian-style big opening and closing, and when his arms fall and his hands rise, he will inevitably bring a strong chord resonance like a sinking stone.

With his right hand continuing to play a crystal clear motive, his left hand sang the main melody like a song.

In the repeated alternation, Qin Jian used almost all the eighty-eight keys on the piano.

Passionate tunes!

The poetry of Huayun Chufeng!

Exciting playing!

This picture of not falling one after another finally pushed the party to the final climax.

"Wow ——————————!!!"

The hair on his forehead fluttered to the last chord of the music.

Freeze frame.

I believe this scene will be remembered by everyone present.

The sound of a bell that seemed to announce the New Year brought the music to a successful end.

The end of the song.

The end of the song.

It's applause.

Applause.

"Whoop————————————

All 300 men, women and children stood up and applauded.

The applause of 300 people vividly created a live feeling of a concert hall of 1,000 people, which may be another characteristic of the Chinese national spirit.

Fang Xiaoyu quietly retreated to the side of the stage, completely letting go of the center of the stage, she knew that the stage at this moment should completely belong to Qin Jian.

Facing the monstrous applause in front of him, Qin Jian's expression gradually returned to the ease he had before he came on stage.

For a moment, he sighed deeply, and without raising his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his chin, he glanced left and right.

Seeing that Fang Xiaoyu had almost retreated to the entrance of the backstage, he smiled and hurriedly beckoned Fang Xiaoyu to come over.

Fang Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but finally listened to his master's words.

The master and apprentice bowed together.

...

Three days later.

...

...

After the last moment of the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala, Qin Jian felt that he had recently entered a very wonderful state.

It's an amazing feeling.

This sense of wonder does not stem from the video of his performance circulating in most of Yangcheng in the past two days, nor is it because some enthusiastic people posted his performance video on the Internet and attracted some attention in a small area.

It has nothing to do with the outside world, and all the feelings come from his heart.

It's like a sublimation.

He knew it was from the last part of my country.

From creation to revision to rehearsal to revising, until the moment before going on stage, he did not have the feeling that this song from my motherland would bring to his state of mind after the performance.

When the emotions in his mind were all swayed on the final stage, he realized that those things that already existed were far hotter than he imagined.

Later, Qin Gang also asked him what he was thinking when he played "My Motherland".

"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to play this song well, and then I was enthusiastic. Qin Jian replied with a smile at that time.

Very simple answer.

However, Qin Jian has also been reflecting on another issue in the past two days.

"Is it too showy to adapt my motherland? ”

Judging from the entire passage of his arrangement, ultra-long-distance octave jumps abound, and percussion-like two-tone rolling can be seen everywhere.

Qin Jian played with these piano techniques that were far beyond the outline like a child's puppet.

While the audience sounds addicted, they are also asking themselves whether this is the right thing to do.

Of course, maybe he really consciously wanted to think about this matter, or maybe he was just hypocritical.

But there is also a local saying in Yangcheng, half a year old feeds, one year old climbs, how old a person is, how old a person is, how old he is, how old he is.

So whether Qin Jian is showing off his skills today, whether he is really hypocritical, or fake reflection.

All right.

On February 22, 2015, Qin Jian was 19 years old again.