The quiet audience looked curiously at the two young people in front of the piano, one on the left and one on the right.

The young man in the black dress has a straight posture, and his angular and three-dimensional side face is set off by the pure white lapel lining, revealing a hint of gentleness and elegance in his perseverance.

The girl's small face is smart and beautiful, and the blue dress and long skirt cover her with a faint layer of calmness.

Just such a young man and woman sitting in front of two magnificent grand pianos were enough to make the audience look forward to it.

And the two pianos playing jasmine together are something they have never seen or heard of.

Qin Jian didn't look at Fang Xiaoyu again since he sat down, his hands were naturally placed on the sides of his legs, his indifferent gaze was not focused, and like all the audience, he waited quietly.

The silence on stage continued for about five seconds.

Fang Xiaoyu moved, and she gently raised her white arm.

Wrist press.

The index finger falls.

Gently, a 'poof' sound wafted over the stage.

Then.

All the attention of the audience was on Fang Xiaoyu.

After the clear sound, Fang Xiaoyu's flowing ten fingers played on the black and white keyboard, and the soft melody was euphemistic and smooth.

At the finger drop, it is like a flower everywhere, smart and delicate.

With just a few notes, the audience knew which jasmine song it was.

The singing sound of the piano echoed through the hall – 'What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine.' ’

Lined with Fang Xiaoyu's beauty and refinement of a girl in a water town, the picture makes the music more lifelike.

Immersed in the stage performance, there is silence, and it seems to become a part of the music.

At this point, Qin Jian was still silent.

The predecessor of "Jasmine" is the Ming and Qing Dynasty song "Flower Tune", this Yangzhou folk song has developed a number of tune versions in hundreds of years of singing, and now, that is, the melody that Fang Xiaoyu is playing, is the most widely circulated Su version.

But in the minds of northerners, perhaps the Ji version of the jasmine "a good jasmine" is more familiar to people.

Therefore, in the process of adaptation and creation, Qin Jian considered the detailed regional factors, and tried to add his own adaptation of the Ji version of jasmine to the Su version of jasmine in Fu Hua's folk song collection.

After half a day of uninterrupted creation, and nearly a week of rehearsals and modifications, in the last five fusion versions, Qin Jian finally settled on this version at this time.

As the melody of Fang Xiaoyu's theme gradually weakened, Qin Jian also moved.

The jaw is raised, the arm is raised, the fingers are dropped, and the piano sounds.

The flowing movements are done in one go, and everyone's demeanor and performance temperament are naturally revealed.

The eyes of most of the audience were also attracted by his momentary movements.

Raising his hand is to integrate into Fang Xiaoyu's performance without any barrier, Qin Jian's left hand and five fingers swiped across the keyboard, and a string of deep arpeggios seemed to directly bring the music from the rippling Jiangnan water town to another more vast space.

The performance of his right hand is played slowly in the treble area with a guqin plucked sound, as if a bird hovering over the vast earth, full of ancient rhyme.

One is smart, one is far-reaching.

Under Qin Jian's careful deployment, the two versions of jasmine gradually showed a blending trend in front of the audience in the form of music.

In his second creation, Qin Jian changed the musical structure of the music to implicitly express the love between men and women by praising jasmine, and in the use of chords and the rich harmonic direction that can be expressed by the double piano, he also abandoned the seven and nine chords that are widely used in popular music in modern times.

Adhering to the firm creative concept that only five tones can be the first of the keys, a large number of musical characteristics are depicted around the feather tone, and only the passage and auxiliary tones outside the pentatonic tone are used to enhance the color of the harmonic tonality.

I want to use the characteristics of Chinese music to depict a landscape painting that belongs to the oriental style.

The beauty of the picture scroll is like this.

The two melodies, which already sound extraordinarily similar, are played in turn with a subtle difference in temperament.

Interweaving repeatedly. Hazy flickering.

It forms a beautiful echo.

Like an empty mountain, birds sing in the heavens and the earth.

Between static and moving, it shows the great beauty of breadth.

...

Offstage. The egg hurts

Fang Xiaoyu's parents quietly looked at the girl on the stage.

The afterglow of the stage is reflected on the couple, who are shouldering the burden of life.

Time prematurely left traces of time on Fang Xiaoyu's mother's face, looking at her daughter on the stage at this moment, under her quiet face, there was a slight uplift of the corners of her lips, and there was no excessive pride between her eyebrows, more of a satisfaction.

And Fang Xiaoyu's father still has the same wooden expression, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his flickering yellowed pupils are flowing with his brilliance.

Born as an ordinary branch of sentient beings in the underworld, under survival, no one is not carrying a heavy burden, and each independent individual life has its own sad suffering.

That's true.

But there is always something worth living in life.

As for how to find it, there is no one else's answer to this question.

Whether it's worth it or not, just ask yourself.

Qin Gang never seemed to have asked himself this question.

In response to the call of the times, he changed his destiny through knowledge.

With a paper-thin admission letter, he walked out of a small village at the foot of a mountain and came to the city of ten colors and five lights.

Later, he married a wife and had a pair of children.

Now people are not confused, their children have a bright future, and their parents are in good health.

If you ask him if it's worth it, I don't think he has a second answer.

He changed his fate and his family's fate through knowledge.

So he expects his children to go further than that.

Of course, expectations are just expectations, and expectations may be disappointed, but they will not be disappointed.

He thought that if Qin Jian finally returned to Yangcheng one day, which belonged to his destination, then the father and son would open a piano training class together.

As a new starting point.

The area doesn't need to be big, just a small façade room.

He knows that life has to look forward after all.

Life, after all, is still life.

Fang Xuehua gently held her husband's hand, tonight is the nectar given by life for her.

...

There are joys and sorrows in music, and there are all kinds of beings.

A song of jasmine.

For the Chinese children who eat grains and are pregnant and raised in the three-color land, they are by no means high and low.

There are roots in the fiery and real melodies, and there is a part that belongs to them that belongs to them.

As the music faded away, the audience knew that this journey of music was coming to an end.

I was a little reluctant in my heart, but I also shouted happily, and I also silently praised the two young performers.

Qin Jian's hand had stopped at some point, and the volume of Fang Xiaoyu had also dropped to the lowest.

The faint bright luster, at the end, slowly dissipates like a breeze and mist in the mountains.

So far.

The whole hall fell completely silent.

But there was not the slightest movement from the audience.

Everyone seemed to cooperate with the two young people on the stage to maintain the silence of the scene

Even the person who holds the mobile phone and keeps taking the video is just watching the time on the screen go by second.

"W-"

Inadvertently, a piano sound rose again.

The next second.

Everybody saw it.

The young man's right hand moved again.