For most of the contestants, Shen Qingci is a character in the story.

But not many people realize that the distance between life and story is often only separated by a short aisle.

The first row of judges' benches is located at the very edge.

A man with a beard, lying on a chair as if he was asleep, his unkempt clothing was out of place in the concert hall.

It's just that his cloudy eyes never seem to leave the piano in front of the stage.

The whole audience waited in silence.

Shen Qingci's student, playing Beethoven.

A track that is too ordinary, a label that is too special.

Such a combination, appearing in such a arena, is enough to be full of topics.

Qin Jian even broke his head, and he didn't expect it to be like this-

"Bump and bend..."

The girl on the stage moved.

Raise your hand and drop your fingers.

The action is done in one go.

Fluency.

This is the first reaction of every pair of ears in the audience.

A triplet swept through like the wind, making it impossible to notice that the accent in the melody had been lightly drawn.

Only the elegance and grandeur in the air remained, with the light swing of the girl in the white dress in front of the black piano.

This flow, this rhyme, this chic meaning has made people gradually forget that this is Beethoven's score.

The unique propositional thinking in the essence of Uncle Pei's music, which has been called 'character portrayal' by generations of musicians represented by Deao, has been diluted by the smooth flow without a trace.

But.

When Beethoven's inner tension is no longer triggered by details, does such a Beethoven still have the serious rationality of the German-Austrian school?

Or in other words, when Chopin's singing is no longer noble and elegant, when Liszt's melodic harmony no longer needs to be dominated by color, is this Xiao Li still Xiao Li?

Obviously, this problem does not exist in the seating of contestants, at least not in the majority.

The style control of the repertoire played by the contestants has always been one of the rigid criteria for scoring various piano competitions.

This is even more true of competitions named after a musician from the long history of music.

The playing style displayed by the contestant not only represents the understanding and knowledge of the composer, but also whether the teacher behind him is 'good' enough.

But in recent years, there have been other voices such as 'the consequences of restrictions are lifelong' and 'great teachers don't impose their playing methods on their students'.

Arguments in academic circles are never lacking in excitement, and once they do, they get out of control.

However, the girl in the arena did not think about it so much, and just played her first piano sonata in F minor according to her own ideas.

This kind of performance has won the appreciation of the foreign judges, one with a score of 98 and a score of 97.5 have been scored under the name of Duan Ran, which also belongs to Duan Ran.

However, more judges still don't like to be taken aback, and they often don't choose between normal performance and unique approach.

Especially someone's students.

Soon, with a set of light melodies still, the judges also finished scoring.

The applause from the audience was not intense.

The mediocre performance really disappointed most of the contestants, or they had too high expectations for Shen Qingci.

Qin Jian didn't applaud, just looked at the stage blankly, recalling the fourth movement played by Duan Ran in his mind, over and over again.

I didn't even notice that the next contestant had already taken the stage.

Velocity.

"How did she manage it, though the tension was diminished, but the layout of the whole music was still clear, without any lack of conflict and vivid expressions?"

This was Qin Jian's first question.

Regarding the second question, it was even more interesting, Qin Jian wanted to deny his judgment for the first time, but this could only be counterproductive.

"Maybe she's right?"

Qin Jian remembered a passage in a book called Classical style about Beethoven's performance speed markers.

There is probably such a story: 'Originally, a certain movement of the piano part of the piano part of Uncle Pei's piano and string trio "Ghost" was marked slowly.

A young performer chose to play twice as fast as the marked tempo during a concert, only to be met with serious protests from off the stage.

It wasn't until nearly twenty years passed that everyone gradually realized that the slowness marked by Uncle Pei was probably much faster than the speed we perceived. ’

At this moment, judging from the atmosphere of the scene, it seems that this kind of rapid handling is not favored by everyone.

The final question also arises

This made Qin Jian a little distressed.

"I seem to be faster than hers. ”

Touching his left hand, Qin Jian began to make trouble, and his slightly anxious gaze swept over the young man on the stage.

With that, the young man on the stage slipped directly with his left hand, and the melody that was no longer elegant crawled through the last few bars.

It belongs to the title 'Spinning Top' of Chopin's etudes op25.no2.

Paddle out of the track with a nice drift.

It's a pity.

The scene of the first crash of the round appeared.

Qin Jian: ...

It's a sad story, and no one can laugh out loud.

And the warm applause drew a happy end to the end of this story.

"Goodbye brother. ”

Watching the frustrated teenager walking off the stage.

Emptying all the thoughts in his mind, Qin Jian moved.

"The twenty-first contestant - Qin Jian, elected by the Quanzhou Provincial Musicians Association. ”

He took off his black dress jacket.

"He will bring the following tracks. ”

Without wearing the tuxedo that He Jing bought, Qin Jian felt that today was not its turn.

"Beethoven, Sonata No. 1 in F minor, fourth movement, most abrupt. ”

Pull the sleeve of your white shirt and fasten the last button.

"Instructor, He Jing. ”

Sister, it's my turn.

Qin Jian stood up and walked towards the stage.

I can't describe what kind of pace he had, but perhaps a clue can be found in the fisherman on the banks of the Rhine, Beethoven's former home.

Obvious.

Compared with the instructor with various halos in front of him, He Jing's name is too ordinary.

The domestic classical piano circle is very small, but it seems too large at this time.

Except for a pair of masters and apprentices from the Haishi Conservatory of Music, no one else had heard of this name.

But that doesn't mean it's an inconsequential appearance.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Jian came to the center of the stage.

In fact, under the illumination of eight sets of intense warm light, only a row of vague shadows appeared in the middle of the audience.

After a simple bow, Qin Jian turned around and sat down in front of the piano.

After adjusting the position of the piano bench, he did not start playing immediately, but took out a clean handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly wiped the keys.

Then he wiped his hand carefully, folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his pocket.

The audience became quieter and quieter, and only the actions of the white-shirted boy on the stage proved that time was moving forward.

You're all set.

Qin Jian turned his head to look at the huge wall painting hanging above the stage, and under the light, Beethoven's angry eyes seemed to carry some kind of emotion.

"Good luck to me, nameless. ”

Qin Jian smiled lightly, and then landed his hands firmly on the keys.

The next moment, a strong emotion instantly erupted from the piano.

"Focus on guidance. ”

"Open. ”