Qin Jian looked at Fang Xiaoyu dumbfounded.

Fang Xiaoyu was a little puzzled by Qin Jian's reaction, "Teacher Qin, is there anything wrong with my clothes?"

When the other party asked, Qin Jian thought about it and felt that there was no problem.

A normal blue long-sleeved dress skirt, just the weather at the end of July, wrapped in a dress in the house...

"No problem, no problem," Qin Jian entered the door and closed the door casually, "Aren't you hot?"

"Hot. Fang Xiaoyu nodded honestly, and said in a changed voice: "But I think it's more formal to wear it like this." ”

Qin Jian was speechless, and the children now are very thoughtful.

After a moment, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"Hmm. ”

Fang Xiaoyu nodded.

"Has the whole song been played down?" Qin Jian asked again

"Hmm. ”

Fang Xiaoyu nodded again, "Teacher Qin, I can start at any time." ”

Looking at Fang Xiaoyu's confident appearance, Qin Jian moved a stool and sat on the wall.

"Come on. ”

...

Fang Xiaoyu began.

She raised her right arm high and fell in a sinking trend, suddenly accelerating less than 2 centimeters before her left hand approached the keys, and her loose five fingers instantly became a grasp of the key.

Fell in an instant.

Qin Jian's eyes flashed, this was a bit of his charm.

The next second.

"Phew!"

A chord sounded and full of internal energy, and then a rather slow stream of sound followed by the end of the chord.

Fang Xiaoyu's body moved completely.

Her expression was serious and solemn.

Although Qin Jian did not give her a lesson that was too revolutionary in the past month, this did not prevent her from learning about this work through various channels.

From the background of the work to the analysis of the work, she fills in the blank areas of herself as much as possible.

In addition to the performance aspect.

She wanted to worship Qin Jian as a teacher, but she rejected other possibilities.

Even if it's a marker on a beatmap.

The right-hand chord in measure 23 is marked with the fz [sudden strengthening] mark on any version of the score, but Qin Jian's video performance of this expression is played with p [weak], so she uses the same dynamics.

Although this makes her immature sentence division, it sounds extra twisted in terms of the dynamics outline.

fz and p, two expressions with completely different markers.

At this point in the revolution, the first unstable fluctuations occurred.

Fang Xiaoyu also became nervous.

Qin Jian heard it.

"Stop. ”

...

Qin Jian's calm voice left only a f tail note in the 304 piano room.

Then it fell silent.

Fang Xiaoyu was interrupted, and her right hand was still on the keyboard.

At this moment, Qin Jian opened his mouth and asked, "Did your score mark a weak note in measure 26?"

Fang Xiaoyu looked at his right hand: "No." ”

"Why play with such dynamics?"

Moment.

Fang Xiaoyu turned around, met Qin Jian's calm gaze, and said, "Because Teacher Qin, that's how you played." ”

"Do you think that's the right thing to do?"

Fang Xiaoyu nodded.

Qin Jian raised his left eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you played it. ”

Fang Xiaoyu replied firmly.

...

Because I played it.

The girl's clear eyes made Qin Jian have to think about some questions, as if the development of the plot was not the same as he imagined.

"Go on. ”

Qin Jian's voice fell, Fang Xiaoyu turned around and raised his arms again.

The unfinished clarion call of the revolution continued.

Starting from Qin Jian's original intention, he wanted to hear Fang Xiaoyu pop out her understanding of the revolution, even if she didn't play well today, or even if she didn't play well enough.

What he needs to see is Fang Xiaoyu's potential in this regard.

What Qin Jian needs someday in the future is someone to speak for him, not just a student who imitates him.

Although for Fang Xiaoyu at this stage, imitation is a good way to learn.

But without his own understanding, to change the mark of the beatmap, Qin Jian didn't know how to evaluate this practice.

"Because you played it. ”

Fang Xiaoyu's words echoed in Qin Jian's ears again in the loud sound of revolution.

If this imitation is classified as an excessive cult of personality, is it good or bad for her future development on the piano?

Looking at Fang Xiaoyu's back, Qin Jian fell into deep thought.

Only time seems to know how to answer this question.

But it has to be said.

Fang Xiaoyu's performance today has exceeded his expectations.

This month, she must have suffered a lot.

...

As the last set of chords falls, the whole piece of revolution ends.

Fang Xiaoyu handed over his answer sheet, and the rest depends on the final result.

She stood up, turned to look at Qin Jian, and waited quietly.

Long.

"It played well, better than I expected. Qin Jian's words did not ease the solemnity in the air.

Fang Xiaoyu's heart was relaxed and tightened, and his voice trembled a little: "Do you mean that I passed?"

Qin Jian nodded.

The next second.

"Hoo ————"

Fang Xiaoyu let out a sigh, and the extreme joy welled up in her heart, making her feel a little dizzy for a while.

Then, she bowed deeply to Qin Jian.

"Thank you!"

She raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, but no matter how she wiped it, the sweat seemed to be inexhaustible.

At this moment, Qin Jian handed over a tissue and said with a smile: "Don't thank me, thank yourself if you want to thank you." ”

"Thank you!"

Fang Xiaoyu was already incoherent.

Moment.

She bowed again.

The atmosphere of 304 also relaxed.

...

"Chopin's work is divided into four periods..."

"The Warsaw Revolution broke out in 1830, when Chopin had just left Poland for Vienna..."

Qin Jian started his first class.

...

After he had sorted out the background of the revolutionary etude, he sat down at the piano.

"To start with the first question, measure 26 is not really as weak as you might think. ”

Saying that, the Qin key player started the demonstration from measure 20 and stopped at measure 26, "Do you think the chords in measure 26 sound weak?"

Fang Xiaoyu shook his head.

Qin Jian continued: "Strong and weak music is not simply dealt with from the volume, but a kind of sentence level processing. ”

"To achieve this effect, I gradually reduced the power of my left hand from measure 18 onwards to make the music sound crescendo tendencies, but at this time it was important to remember that the speed should not be slowed down in the slightest."

"At measure 23, my right hand switched to fingertips, and the grainy chords sounded more powerful and not sticky. ”

Fang Xiaoyu nodded while secretly remembering in his heart.

"The reason why I want to deal with it this way is because in measure 24," Qin Jian pointed to the chord mark in measure 24, "or fz, I want to do another emotion in this place." ”

As he spoke, he struck a chord full of power, but it still didn't sound so loud.

"Then start with Miss 25, and each set of chords should be a little louder than the last. ”

Qin Jian said as he played, "At measure 27, at the highest note of the chord, make a big burst." ”

"Wow !——————"

The motive of the revolutionary horn was still sounded by this powerful chord, just as Fang Xiaoyu was looking forward to the arrival of the next piece of music.

Qin Jian retracted his hands.

Moment.

"Got it?"

That's why I do that in measure 23. ”

"The ups and downs of the music must be reflected in the rigorous structure of the phrases. ”

"Remember. ”

"Strength and weakness arise from contrast. ”

...

"But only if you have ———— hands that are good enough to control your thoughts. ”

"For the next half month, you will be adding the concept of dynamics to your scale practice. ”

"About the dynamics..."

Qin Jian gushed endlessly.

At this moment, Fang Xiaoyu only felt that a new door was opening in front of him.

Clearly visible.

And she was absolutely sure that this was what she wanted.

Now only one last question was left for her.

...

When it was time for class to end, Fang Xiaoyu plucked up his courage.

"How much does it cost to take a lesson with you?"