After Duan Ran returned to the house, Qin Jian hurriedly came downstairs, and he remembered that it seemed that the door of the store on the first floor had not yet closed.

As a result, I went downstairs and found that the electronic door had been locked, so I was relieved.

I took out the electronic key from the third drawer of the bar and went to the toilet by the way.

When he returned upstairs, he did not go back to the house, but walked back and forth in the hall for half a day.

I finally picked a brown kawai grand piano and sat down.

I took the score of K279 and summarized the problems I just found again, and then raised my hand to play.

Truly.

Playing Mozart's works seems to be effortless, and it does not require the ultra-difficult virtuosity of Liszt Chopin's writing, nor the deep reflection of Beethoven on human nature and life.

For Mozart, everything was as he said.

"Music is as easy for me as breathing. ”

Qin Jian waved his arms, his gaze was like a torch, and his muscle memory almost took over his ten fingers.

Clear and grainy notes, regularly fluttering under the castanets of the grand piano.

Eight-year-old Mozart, even if he is called a genius prodigy, is still just an innocent teenager.

Qin Jian thought in his heart, slightly adjusted the angle of his fingers touching the key, his fingertips were erect, and his wrist was pressed down.

The music then emerged with a touch of warm light, and in a brisk moment, Qin Jian's personal emotions contracted again.

"It seems to be how it feels. ”

Qin Jian maintained the state of playing with these hands,

That's when it happened.

"Focus on guidance, open. ”

At this moment, the mood of the music was almost about to expand again, and Qin Jian immediately mobilized every nerve to control the emotional direction of his hands.

After a while, the music returned to its previous state.

Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to be accustomed to the traction of focused guidance, so after a long time, he would unconsciously integrate his personal emotions into this traction.

Yes, the music played in this way does carry a strong personal identity.

But the music of each composer is completely different, and even the works of the same composer in different periods are varied.

"It's no wonder that there are all kinds of masters and specialists in the world who specialize in playing the works of such and such musicians. ”

In addition to the hard work of a lifetime, what kind of thinking do you have?

To a certain extent, everyone seems to be able to call themselves technical finger masters, but there are almost only a few people who have actually circulated musical works.

"That's probably the most essential difference between a finger craftsman and a pianist. ”

Ten fingers are craftsmen, and the top of the technical flow is at most a master.

And every giant who stands at the top of the classical piano world can intuitively express the abstract musical emotions in an instant with a casual wave of his hand.

The reason for this, Qin Jian still can't figure it out for the time being.

But he seemed to have realized something, the smooth lacquered surface of the piano, and his expression was reflected in it, with a faint excitement.

Unconsciously, Qin Jian once again mobilized his emotions and threw himself into the k279 in front of him.

In his mind, the first chapter of Mozarat's last wish echoed again.

Time is in a hurry.

The night was dark, and the whole street outside the window was quiet as if it had been asleep.

Except for a glass window with a lamp on.

Faintly, a thin piano sound flowed through the crack in the window, floating in the hazy moonlight.

"A splendid boy like light. ”

“zart。 ”

.......

And at the moment.

At the other end of the West, in the heart of Europa, in a place that is known as the birthplace of classical music by the people of the world.

Another gala party about Mozart is taking place.

In honor of Mozart's birthday, this is the seventh benefit concert held in the city this year.

Austrian time, 21:47.

Coordinate.

Vienna State Opera.

Known as the "World Opera Center" and known as one of the world's four largest opera houses, this place is open again today.

At this moment, in the solemn and elegant hall, the golden piano melody echoed.

And everyone's eyes were quietly watching the stage.

In the center of the glittering stage, a young man sits intently in front of a concert grand piano specially made for him by Steinway & Sons.

His slender ten fingers, illuminated by thirty-two sets of warm light, had a faint fluorescence.

With his waving hands, beautiful melodies bloomed one after another.

The Mozart he pointed to was vivid.

As if to create an illusion, the timeline seems to be transported back to Vienna in 1781 by music.

A moment later.

The hands on the keys paused softly, without warning.

The hall is empty, and only the echoes of D major remain.

Then, he smiled and turned around.

A straight black tuxedo wrapped around his tall body, and under the thick golden broken hair, a pair of blue eyes with a hint of tranquility.

As he slowly bent down.

“bravo！”

“bravo！”

"Whoop~~~~~~~

The audience was boiling.

Warm applause and cheering shouts came and went.

The whole hall was in a frenzied agitation.

As the young man smiled and bowed again, the whole concert came to an end.

.......

Background.

The narrow corridor was crowded with people.

"What do you think of tonight's concert?"

"Will you go to Malik's concert the day after tomorrow?"

"What do you think of the outside world hailing you as the 'Mozart of the new era'?"

Surrounded by a crowd of reporters, the young man just smiled politely and nodded his head without any answer, and he kept walking forward behind the security guards.

"What do you think about the fact that the European music center has shifted towards Asia?"

Suddenly.

The young man paused and turned to look at the skinny female reporter who had asked the question.

At this moment, the noisy corridor instantly fell silent, and everyone seemed to be waiting for his answer.

"Great classical music belongs to humanity. ”

The young man smiled, "But remember, the ground beneath our feet will always be the birthplace of this sound. ”

"Thank you. ”

With that, he was about to turn around and move on.

"Adams, will you be competing next month?"

As the female reporter asked again, his figure paused slightly.

Then, accompanied by security personnel, he disappeared at the end of the corridor without looking back.

.......

The last note of the last pass of K279 falls.

Qin Jian seemed to feel that his arms were no longer under control.

Feeling the back of his left hand trembling slightly, Qin Jian's throat swayed up and down.

Then.

He gently summoned the panel.

At this moment, in the inventory, Amadeus's last wish is shining faintly.

Qin Jian suppressed the restlessness in his heart and stared.

A flash of white light.

The first chapter in front of me has become dim.

Qin Jian's gaze swept to the bottom of the first chapter.

The next second.

A small print appeared in front of me again.

The second movement, Vienna's glory days