At this time, the piano vibrato in the 304 piano room gradually increased.

After the skipping chords of Qin Jian's left hand joined, the melody of the piano accompaniment became brighter and brighter.

The room, which was originally unremarkable, also seemed to shine faintly in the afternoon sun.

After the skipping chords of Qin Jian's left hand joined, the melody of the piano accompaniment became brighter and brighter.

Zhao Yu on the side nodded and silently recited the beat, but his heart gradually accelerated with the music as if he couldn't stop it.

Even though he had been with the steel plate in the recording many times, he was still nervous at the moment.

At the piano a chord with a strong chord hummed for a moment.

Zhao Yu's mind was empty, and the index finger of his left hand, which was supposed to be pressed, did not fall immediately, and he was not even ready to breathe.

In this way, the perfect time to join the flute was missed.

Qin Jian's hands suddenly stopped, turned around and wondered, "What's the matter?"

Qin Jian pointed to the junction between the piano and the flute on the score, "It's your turn, what are you doing?"

Qin Jian pointed to his ears, "Listen attentively, you can." ”

The fat man shook his hand and took two deep breaths, "Whew, come again." ”

After a brief silence

The trills sounded again.

Chords joined.

This time, the speed of the steel companion was noticeably slower.

Zhao Yu got rid of distracting thoughts and let only the sound of the piano in his mind.

"W-"

The link chord sounds again.

Zhao Yu's stomach suddenly propped up.

The next second.

Slightly open the corners of the mouth to the sides, and a small hole naturally appears between the lips.

The index finger of the left hand and the little finger of the right hand suddenly fell

Abdominal force.

A dense and thin stream of air was spit out instantly.

The air flow through the mouthpiece hole and the whole instrument vibrates.

“y——————————”

A bright flute pierced through the piano's final notes.

Qin Jian raised his hand.

Then.

A cadenza belonging only to the flute sounds.

But this brilliance seems to be a bit of a dish

At the end of the flute's trill, Qin Jian joins again and raises his hand to strike two chords, pushing the mood of the music again.

The dialogue between the flute and the piano goes on and out.

As the fat man gradually entered the state, Qin Jian also paid more attention to the music score in front of him.

He needs to be out of sight of the fat man, pulling the other party.

As the piano accompaniment of the fat man, Qin Jian plays more of a role as an artistic director.

His hands not only play an important role in setting the atmosphere of the musical performance, but also promote the fat man to better integrate into the situation of the work in a short period of time.

The flute reached a high-pitched, dense treble melody.

There are just two pitches that seem to be a little off.

Qin Jian immediately glanced at the bar-counting marker.

Then adjust the strength of your hands to bring out the graininess of the bass melody.

But the piano is imperceptibly weakening, but the flute's mood has always remained in a straight line, and the whole music does not show a sense of ups and downs.

With a light sigh, Qin Jian gave up the idea of interrupting the music.

As the fat man continued.

At last.

After the flute ended, Zhao Yu slowly put the instrument down.

It seemed that he was very satisfied with what he had just played, and the whole person was nervous again.

However, as soon as the piano room was quiet, Qin Jian hurriedly took a pen and wrote it down on the score.

'Strength and weakness'

'Ventilation'

'Pitch position'

'Treble f is on the high side, treble is on the low side'

Putting down the pen, Qin Jian handed the score to the other party.

I picked up my phone and ended the recording with a 'drip'.

Click Play.

A cacophony of sounds came from the phone player.

"Come, take a look, listen. ”

Qin Jian got up and gave up his seat to the other party.

Ten minutes later.

The fat man's face was a little ugly.

"That's not right, Brother Key, why is it so ugly in the recording?"

"First, the note time. ”

Qin Jian stood next to the piano, and the fat man sat in front of the piano like an obedient schoolboy.

"Fatty, I found that you have a characteristic of blowing things, even though the score has a long note of nine beats, you blow eight and a half beats. ”

"I'm not angry" The fat man was about to get up to refute, but he was pressed by Qin Jian on the shoulder.

"Not enough, I know, but it's your own problem. ”

"Do you practice long tones every day?"

The fat man snorted, and indeed as the other party said, his breath problem was indeed caused by the lack of basic skill practice.

"It's just that you can't blow down this twelve-beat long note," Qin Jian paused and continued to point to a beatmap marker, "This two-beat note, you blow a beat and a half because you don't have enough breath?"

This time, the fat man was completely quiet.

"I don't play the flute, but I know that we have to pay special attention to every stroke that a composer writes on a score. ”

"Even if it's just a dot," Qin Jian said, pointing to the black dot on a note again, "This needs to be played by spitting, right?"

"And yet what are you doing?"

"Self-absorbed?"

"Second, the works of the Romantic period paid more attention to the expression of emotion and image, and relatively neglected form and structure. ”

"But you're too rigid. ”

The fat man interjected a little aggrievedly, "Brother Key, Mr. Liu hasn't talked about romanticism before, he just asked me to speed up, speed up, speed up, and how do you know that this is a work from the romantic period, have you played it before?"

"I'll play one"

The fat man's words made Qin Jian also speechless for a while, "Look at the upper right corner, do you see the author's name, and do you see the composition time under the author's name, 1860?"

Qin Jian scratched his head, it was indeed a bit troublesome to talk to an art candidate about this.

"When you go to college, you're told that, and now you remember it. ”

"It's a romantic fantasia, not a serious sonata, you have to let go of yourself. ”

"But let me remind you that letting go of yourself is definitely not letting go of yourself, k?"

"Third, pitch. ”

"No wind piece is absolutely accurate, so you have to adjust it by your ears as you play. ”

"There are a few obvious treble inaccuracies in the recording, so be careful later"

"Fourth, the coordination with the piano accompaniment"

Twenty minutes later.

Qin Jian's throat was already a little angry.

"For the time being, let's practice on these issues. ”

"I'm here with you. ”

The fat man's eyes when he looked at Qin Jian again were no longer admiration, but fear, "Qin Jian, it's really a pity that you are not a teacher"

"Okay, don't be poor, let's start quickly, time is running out, there are more problems to deal with later. ”

After Qin Jian's sharp words, the fat man obediently went to the corner of the wall and began to practice against the music stand.

Listening to the fat man who was gradually entering the state behind him, Qin Jian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of the problems pointed out by him were quickly corrected by the fat man.

As Qin Jian knew in his heart, fat people have always been talented.

The reason why the professional level has not been improved is that I am lazy, and secondly, I don't seem to have met a good professional teacher.

On the way to learning music, a good enlightenment teacher is too important.

If the fat man is determined to go down this road, the road ahead is still very slow.

"Hey. ”

For yourself, why not?