Off the stage, thousands of pairs of eyes watched Qin Jian's every move on the stage.

They waited quietly, without the slightest impatience.

Time seems to be stretched, and every second passes extraordinarily long.

After a long time.

Qin Jian put the handkerchief aside and smiled again to signal to Mellon.

The second movement, small wide board.

This is probably Mozart's clearest and clearest movement.

Piano lead.

Qin Jian raised his hand and dropped his fingers, and the golden hall sounded again.

The flowing and jumping notes seem to be reminiscing about the past as soon as they appear.

Qin Jian's face revealed a faint nostalgia and reluctance.

No one knows where his reluctance stemmed, but strangely enough, no one felt a trace of sadness in this reluctance.

Generally speaking, music in major keys is bright, while music in minor keys is melancholy and sad.

But from the first movement of this work in C minor, people don't seem to find the slightest bit of sadness in the shadow of the piano.

This has to be amazing.

The music develops, and the dialogue between the woodwinds and the piano is like a couple in the hazy starlight, telling each other their hearts.

Until the end of the whole movement, the entire Golden Hall has always been quiet in a pure land of the soul, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

No distractions, no distractions.

...

The first two movements of the whole work have ended, and there is no more Faust, no more Marguerite.

All the layouts in Qin Jian's mind no longer revolved around the previous impressions.

But about Mozart's backbone, but will not forget.

With the third movement approaching, he understands that the peace will still be broken.

Only this time, he hopes to break it in the way of Mozart.

...

After a brief silence, the piano and the conductor looked at each other again.

Qin Jian nodded.

The next second.

Mellon's whole body moved in a trance.

With his hands falling suddenly.

The string group was the first to move at great speed.

There was another uproar in the audience.

"What speed is this?!"

A kind of judge once again drew a question mark in his mind.

It's just that Qin Jian still didn't give them time and space to think.

Stepping on the tail of the string section, he moved again.

For the first time in the whole song, Qin Jian leaned down his upper body slightly, and his elbows extended back about the length of one hand.

He lowered his wrists, and his hands looked like they were on the keyboard.

Ten fingers ran as fast as he could.

Perhaps in order to better express the natural and thoughtful performance effect, in addition to the shaking arms and running fingers, Qin Jian's head also swayed quickly with the music.

If you observe it more carefully, it is not difficult to see that his mouth opens and closes as if he is muttering something.

"If Mozart had been sitting here and playing, I think he would have chosen that tempo. ”

But it is clear that when Mozart left, the designer of the Musikverein had not yet been born.

...

As Qin Jian's ten fingers accelerated more and more, the orchestra marched faster and faster.

It seems to be doom under the cover of darkness, approaching step by step, like a shadow.

...

The syncopated notes played by the piano against the backdrop of triplets seem to break through this dark cage.

...

In the chaotic and complicated variations, the sporadic major key seems to be dotted with stars, guiding the direction of the music.

...

After the brilliance, Qin Jian's calm expression gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of decisiveness.

As the movement enters the end of 68 beats, the piano moves forward more rapidly.

The whole hall entered this last tense atmosphere at this moment.

"Control. ”

"Control. ”

"Control. ”

Qin Jian recited silently three times in his heart.

...

With the seventh variation coming again.

Duan Ran's hands couldn't help but clench again, she still remembered the anger that Qin Jian burst out when she played this section in the Tokyo arena.

Although she admits that the man on the stage at that moment is particularly charming, she is still jealous of the raging sound of the piano in her heart.

It's just that the figure in front of the piano seems to be gradually returning to that moment.

A murderous aura once again descended on the stage,

The sudden flow of sound swirled rapidly around the piano, like an invisible fire.

It feels unrepressing.

However, at this moment, the air pressure on the stage had reached the critical point of the final explosion.

Qin Jian raised his head and glanced at Mellon.

The orchestra came to an abrupt halt.

The quiet hall left only a faint piano tail note.

"Wow————————"

The next moment.

Under everyone's gaze, Qin Jian raised his hands and straightened the collar of the tuxedo lining.

Then he puffed up his chest and returned his arms to their original positions.

His ten fingers stood up.

Fall.

Alone sounded the fugue's monologue.

This moment.

The silence was filled with only the ethereal sound of the piano.

The reflection of the theme gradually evaporates in the air, and the light replaces the shroud of darkness and illuminates the entire Golden Hall

In the solemn and solemn fugue melody, Qin Jian sat upright under the straight table light.

In front of the piano in the beam, he was like a devout believer, making his final prayer to the Lord.

It's just that the corners of his mouth are raised, full of smiles.

His fingers twitched in an orderly manner, as if to infiltrate the holiness into the music.

The picture is silent.

It's just that.

Gradually.

Gradually.

His fingers were getting slower.

The handprints of the piano are getting lower and lower.

At last.

Stopped with a dissonant chord.

"Buzz——————

The audience fell silent again.

Qin Jian maintained this posture and remained motionless.

Maybe a second, maybe five seconds.

On the podium, Mellon waved his arms again.

Strings, winds, percussion.

Shook in unison.

A thick religious symphony took over the remnants of the Holy Grace and played the theme of K491 throughout the hall for the last time.

At the moment when the orchestra pushes the music to the top.

"It's over. ”

Qin Jian smiled, and raised his left hand for the last time with a calm heart.

Then it fell gently.

At the same time, the left foot quietly stepped on the sustain pedal, which was a pedal mark that did not exist in any version of the score.

"Wow. ”

Mixed with the vigorous orchestra chorus.

This piano is like Mozart's departure, like a grain of sand stepping into the dust in that mighty era.

...

"Still. ”

Qin Jian smiled.

...

A second later.

Mellon's hands were already folded.

The bowstrings of the string section also stopped.

The trumpeters lowered their horns.

The percussionist put away his hammer.

Two seconds later.

Each member of the orchestra has fulfilled their final mission.

Three seconds later.

The sound of each instrument gradually weakened and quickly dissipated.

Four seconds later.

The music seemed to be over, but no one applauded.

Because there was still a trembling aftermath in the air.

Just as everyone was looking for traces of the voice.

Five seconds later.

On the big screen, on the keyboard of the piano, one left hand was slowly raised.

But the sound in the air still didn't dissipate.

Six seconds later.

When the audience's gaze shifted to the movement of the left foot on the pedal, it seemed that they understood.

It's just that the moment the seventh second came, Qin Jian slowly raised the numb foot that was stepping on the sustain pedal.

The music was lost in an instant.

The chord of the end.

End.

The hall fell silent.

Mozart had no need for repentance and no need for grief.

"Time will tell you've been there. ”

...

Get up and bow.