"Not true. ”

It must not feel that way.

As for the style of Beethoven's works, he discussed it with Liao Linjun and Old Porter in the coffee table and piano hall at an early age.

Liao Linjun's words, he still remembers them very clearly.

The general conventional wisdom is that Beethoven's early works were mostly influenced by Haydn Mozart, but the other party believes that Beethoven's early imitation of the two predecessors was more external.

Porter Sr. gives a more accurate description of this, "His technique and even spirit are often closer to the late works of Hummel and Clementi." ”

Qin Jian didn't understand these words at the time, but now it is not difficult to savor them, and the views given by the two people are that the early Beethoven creations are closer to the early romanticism of his own generation.

Based on this, Qin Jianjue's own self should look for sections of Beethoven's early works that have a Russian style.

"Early. ”

Secretly thinking, Qin Jian raised his hands again.

The people around heard the piano again, this time to a different tune.

"Wow, it's in D minor. ”

One diner said as he put down his spoon again.

It is a sonata in D minor, The Tempest, an early work by Beethoven.

Really.

Qin Jian naturally did not have the first movement that was as compact and unstructured as just now, and the large number of fat chords and the occasional long melody made him feel a sense of openness between the notes.

It was another experience he hadn't had before, or he hadn't noticed it until after two days.

"What if it had been earlier?"

After Qin Jian stopped after finishing the second movement, he subconsciously wanted to find his handkerchief from the piano platform, but found that he did not have the handkerchief with him.

Just as he was about to wipe a handful on his body, a messenger handed him a clean piece of paper.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the other party, and after taking the paper, he wiped the sweat from his palms.

Then the third movement was played.

It's just that he plays the third movement of pathos.

This work was born 4 years before the storm, and was written by Uncle Pei in 1798.

At first, it was smooth and refined, but it became restless in the middle, and it was completely casual as if it was a joke.

If you compare the third movement of Pathos played by Qin Jian in the third round of the Huayun Competition with this time, no one will believe that it was played by one person.

Even the waiter who handed the paper was a little embarrassed, he felt that this song should not be like this.

End of the third movement.

There was no applause.

Qin Jian looked back, and the few people had already dispersed.

The waiter was busy, the man returned to the back kitchen, and even the diners left.

Probably because they didn't have much interest in listening to it anymore.

"It's a bit miserable. ”

Still, he raised his hand and bowed to the empty hall.

Laughing at herself, she looked back and saw a little girl in a floral dress standing behind the piano.

Maybe she was hiding behind the piano just now, so Qin Jian didn't notice her.

She had heavy eyes, like glasses worn by an old man, and was holding something like a rag in her hand.

Qin Jian just looked at the little girl, and the little girl was not timid, and gave him a big bright smile.

The little girl's front teeth hadn't been changed yet, and Qin Jian speculated that her age should be no more than six or seven years old.

After taking a closer look at the child in front of him, he found that although the little girl's flower dress was clean and neat, it looked a little shabby, and the style was very outdated.

Maybe it's because her family's financial situation is not good, but she should have a hardworking mother.

Qin Jian was fascinated.

"She should be in first or second grade"

"Today is the weekend, school is closed, and she was brought here by her mother"

"Probably no one at home to take care of her."

"Because her dad has to work too"

"What kind of work will her father do?"

"A manual worker?"

...

...

Unconsciously, Qin Jian seemed to have sketched a story in his mind.

Maybe it was the bright smile of the little girl that moved him.

A sense suddenly appeared in his fingertips, and he subconsciously reached out and pressed the first note of the piano.

He didn't even know that he was playing the second movement of Rasan.

In the center of the hall.

The sound of the piano sounded again.

It's just that there are no diners, and no one knows what kind of song it is.

It was as if it were played entirely for a little girl.

Qin Jian looked at the little girl like this, sketching the story lines in his mind, and his hands flexibly shuttled on the keyboard.

He didn't know what his expression was on at the moment.

But he could hear himself.

The interlude of the second movement has no hints of ethereal sorrow of the orchestra, three points less hesitation, three points less melancholy, three points less ethereal, and only one point of flow remains.

The lonely melody of the piano is like a wordless song.

But behind that bit of flow, there was no noise of the orchestra, and Qin Jian also heard a delicate flash as thin as dewdrops.

Between the big jumps, there is a kind of agitation of the long river setting sun, and there is the length of the Volga River.

There is also a real simplicity in the small paragraphs.

Qin Jian changed his previous playing technique of opening and closing, and the movement between the touching keys and his fingers was much smaller, especially from the upper arm to the wrist, and the way he controlled it was like playing a work from the classical period.

People in the world say that it is difficult and sad, why is it difficult? Why is it sad?

Most of the answers that can be obtained are only about the nation and the country, the faith and the spirit.

Qin Jian felt at the moment that this was why most of the pulls made people sound boring and even tired. ’

What do they express with their abundance of powerful chord pushes and passionate playing, a tribute to the statues in Revolution Square, or a parody of the victory horns issued by the Orthodox churches?

There's nothing wrong with that.

But underneath this, should we look at the lush birch forests and the smoky villages?

Even the latter is the source of the formation of the traditional Russian melodic vocabulary.

No matter how rapid the context of social change and upheaval, only this land and the people who have inhabited it for generations will never change.

Art can be higher than life, but it always comes from life.

Rahe said: I love this land deeply, no matter where I am, it always beckons me, although it is not as beautiful as I imagined, but it is always so peaceful.

"It's how it feels. “

Qin Jian's falling finger was even firmer.

...

"Daria!!"

A voice full of crudeness interrupted the piano.

If Qin Jian heard correctly, someone shouted Daria in his direction.

The moment I came back to my senses, I saw that the little girl suddenly ran away.

Qin Jian looked again, and a female worker with a big waist and a round waist stood at the door of the restaurant workshop.

He felt relieved to see the little girl fall into the arms of the female worker.

Then the little girl turned around, grinned again, and waved the rag in her hand at him.

Qin Jian smiled, got up and bowed with one hand from a gentleman.

The female worker returned to the workshop with the little girl.

Qin Jian glanced at his phone, then buckled the piano cover and left from the main entrance, he had to go to Chai Yuan today, he could miss the afternoon concert, but he must not miss the evening concert.

"I wonder what my sister's Paganini will look like?"

..

..

After Qin Jian left, the figure in front of the dining table behind a stone pillar at the back door of the hall also stood up.

As the second listener of the second movement, he was far more shocked than the little girl, and he did not expect that anyone would play Rachmaninoff's second movement in such a way.

So he also had a new question, and he decided to ask his teacher Perlman now.

...

...

On the subway to Chaiyuan, Qin Jian was in a particularly comfortable mood.

Today he tried to play Rach with Beethoven's senses, which he thought was a meaningful attempt.

More attempts should be made in the future, which he feels will help him better distinguish between what has been changed by the times and what has been retained.

Another gear.

A little episode in the afternoon gave him some feelings about Ra.

This feeling has nothing to do with the genre, it is simply a skin-to-skin intimacy with the notes.

With three days to go before he took the stage, he made a bold decision the moment he stepped off the subway.