"Jazz Winter Wind is like a juggling game, revolutionary and clever to attract the attention of the judges. ”

"It's just now, it's finally a little bit of classical music."

The man said to himself, as if he didn't care about the disgusted expression of the middle-aged uncle on the side.

"Well, let's hear it. ”

"Well structured. ”

"Meticulous. ”

The man gestured with his hands, flicking his fingers in the air.

"That's right, that's what it looks like, and that's how I would do it, that's how the sonata should be played, and only the Russians would add to the tight texture. ”

The middle-aged uncle on the side finally couldn't stand it, turned his face and scolded in a low voice: "Be quiet!"

Seeing this, the man smiled, as if he would misunderstand the other party's meaning, and said in a loud voice, "Oh, I'm sorry uncle, I may be a little excited, but I have to say that the piano played by the Russians really has a strong vodka flavor."

The middle-aged uncle looked at the serious and hippie smiling face in front of him a little speechlessly.

With the reappearance of the main theme of Chinese music in the hall.

"You listen here, the sonatas of the classical period are usually played in a cheerful and lively way of the main theme, and if you look at what he is doing, he fills the index finger of each note with legato articulation, and although the melody loses its beat, it looks like it loses its vitality, but in fact it is not like this at all. ”

The man stopped suddenly, "Do you know why?"

"Why?" the middle-aged uncle said suspiciously.

The man smiled mysteriously, "The fluidity under his fingers makes up for the lack of emotions very well." ”

The middle-aged uncle frowned slightly, and carefully noticed that there was indeed a little disconnection between the sounds, and he couldn't help nodding.

"It seems like that's the case, so what? What are you going to say?"

The man's eyes under the sunglasses blinked mischievously, "That's where his cleverness comes in, just like the three emotions that appear in the OP10-12 etude you heard just now." ”

After a pause, his gaze crossed the stage again, "He is really good at channeling emotions, he will design emotions at every stage of the music's journey, and he will never explode until the last moment." ”

"It's not like some self-righteous people who can't wait to make the music laugh when they touch the keyboard with their hands. ”

The voice changed.

"But it's also dangerous, and if you're not careful, the structure of the music will become confusing, so you can't do it at all. ”

The middle-aged uncle nodded thoughtfully again, and gradually let go of some prejudice against the somewhat neurotic young man on the side.

Neither spoke anymore.

All eyes are on it

In the golden hall, only the music that reaches the sub-section of the theme through the connecting part becomes more and more profound.

.......

The Sonata in F minor was the first classical work Qin Jian practiced after he got a tattoo, and he couldn't remember how many times Czerny's performance had been repeated in his mind.

But down to a short break on the score, he could feel the emotion of Beethoven's pen.

The moment the agitated Chopin sounded Beethoven, he had already entered that natural and easy-going form.

This moment.

There was no sonata in front of him, and there was no trace of concentration in his brain.

Only his ten soft fingers were talking to the keys.

Belongs to the dialogue between Qin key and qin key.

Second movement.

The soothing melody gently caresses every part of the hall, like a spring wind blowing through the fields.

The whole hall was alive and well.

The sonata without unfolding form is in this small space, soothing everyone's auditory nerves in silence and peace.

Qin Jian is affectionate, and after a simple passing note in the little thumb groove, it seems that his mind has started a dark dialogue with the notes on the score.

It was also the height of summer in Vienna, and the four-year-old Mozart had already begun his magnificent life journey about music, accompanied by his loving father.

And Beethoven is also fortunate from a certain point of view, he is also persistent and loves music.

Faced with his father, who was a heavy drinker, he would always cry in front of the piano at the age of four.

Unlike Mozart's infinite romantic innocence, Beethoven's works always make people feel the profound microcosm of life in music at some point.

Even the melody that is as soft as a warm afternoon song carries a deep introspection.

Qin Jian's arms push to drink music, neither light nor heavy, but it can always bring people to a simple space.

On the judges' bench, nineteen pairs of eyes silently looked at the young people in front of the piano, their postures were different, full of various expressions.

Only those invisible eyes silently left tears.

.......

Qin Jian was quiet in his own world.

Fantasizing about the meeting between Beethoven and Mozart at Figaro's house, the music has reached the third movement before I know it.

A minuet in the form of a trilogy.

Qin Jian clamped his arms slightly, his shoulders naturally shrugged, and while his left wrist was pressed down, the center of gravity of his right hand shifted to the ten fingers.

The music changes again.

Just as he disagreed with the previous contestant, in shaping the normalcy of minuet, Qin Jian naturally expanded the form, length and effect of the music.

After all, it is not an era, unlike the harpsichord a few eras ago, in today's increasingly developed production technology, in the multi-functional modern piano, Qin Jian believes that the composers of that era hope that their works can be displayed today in a few centuries.

However, the kernel cannot be changed.

Maintaining the basic proportions and contours between the notes, Qin Jian described them in his own piano vocabulary.

.......

"Ahh ”

As the third movement gradually came to a close, the young man in sunglasses at the end of the audience opened his mouth.

A brief sigh, as if trying to express something, but only opened his mouth, and there was no follow-up.

The uncle on the side turned his head and looked serious, "What, are there any new discoveries?"

The man scratched his head, "I think this is an extremely difficult guy more and more. ”

"It's a real nuisance. ”

"What do you mean by that?" the middle-aged uncle wondered.

At this moment, a figure gently walked into the entrance of the hall on the side.

The two of them looked at each other at the same time.

The man fixed his eyes and took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face.

His eyes followed the figure, and he muttered, "What a cute girl." ”

And at this moment, seeing the man's facial features under the sunglasses clearly, the middle-aged uncle was not calm for a moment, and the beard at the corner of his mouth raised, "You, you are..."

There was a lot of incredulity in the tone.

The man was reluctant to withdraw his gaze, turned his face to the middle-aged uncle, smiled brightly, and showed his white teeth.

"It's me. ”

.......

"Whew. “

"I actually caught up. ”

Duan Ran sat down and patted his chest.

Looking at the figure on the stage who raised his hand again, his eyes were full of smiles.

"What a coincidence. ”

"It's the fourth movement again. ”

"Mr. Chicken Legs. ”