The stage atmosphere intensifies!

Qin Jian's left hand shook and fell, full of strength.

Repeated powerful percussions of the minus seventh chord with the function of the heavy genus!

At the same time, the right hand climbed up rapidly and climbed out nearly five octaves of chromatic scales!

Two huge forces converged to form an incomparably turbulent impact force!

Dramatic to a heart-rending howl!

Eventually, the music moves towards the final closing note in one hammer chord after another.

“boom！！”

At this point, Qin Jian's Ballade in G minor has completed its journey to the Chopin Competition.

As for the moral of the passages in the story, leave it to others to evaluate.

The second round of his game continued, and he picked up a towel to wipe his sweat and wipe the keys.

His expression relaxed as he exhaled and exhaled, proving in fact that he had no control over his expression during the performance.

At the moment he felt a little sour in his mouth, as if he had completed a continuously moist...

Probably because his facial muscles were too hard during playing?

It doesn't matter.

Feeling a little hot, he unbuttoned his white shirt.

It would be even better if you could take another sip.

Can.

...

With a wave of Qin Jian's big arm, a light and romantic waltz followed, and the 'Op.42F major waltz' appeared.

The moment the music played, the heavy stage atmosphere disappeared immediately.

Relaxed, cheerful, bright, blah, blah blah, whatever you want.

All the adjectives used to describe a girl in a long dress but twirling around the dance floor with Converse can be used here.

The stage at this time really looks like a salon!

The young man at the piano played casually like a veteran in love, and his elegant ten fingers skimmed over every inch of the keys.

Instead of playing deep, he incarnates as a prodigal.

No one doubts where this deafening melody will take the maidens.

Maybe it's the most intimate place, but the music is so good.

Iglaz bobbed his head to the music, resisting the urge to rush onto the stage and twist his body, or play alongside him.

He loved the music so much that he dared to stand up and tell everyone in the room that this technique was the highest form of a true technical performer, including facing 17 judges.

He doesn't care who evaluates anyone, he thinks that no one can change the performance, not fifteen years ago, and even more so now.

Liao Linjun could see a lot of this musical rhythm, and in Bergen's days, she heard this movement from the window of the small two-story building on the east side at midnight.

She was sure that this was not what she taught, and it couldn't be He Jing, let alone Shen Qingci.

Liao Linjun knew that Shen Qingci definitely didn't have this kind of taste, and sometimes it was lifeless and tickled.

Argerich looked at the stage with a smile on her face, and from the audition to the present, from misunderstanding each other's 'imitation behavior' to trying to interpret the other party's Chopin, she admitted that this young man has a unique joy for different works.

Even if the music is flirtatious at first glance and frivolous when she listens to it again, as a female perspective, she can read the trace of pure emotion and touching in this free speed.

And this is also a side of Chopin.

Chopin's music is ever-changing, and Chopin has countless faces, just like the 17 rated faces at the moment.

Deng Taishan's eyes were written with displeasure, which is understandable, he had struggled on both sides of the Iron Curtain, and he had a fixed idea of piano art.

On the contrary, a gentleman like Taribek, who grew up in a wealthy upper class, can be said to love this kind of music, and he likes simple things, especially to treat simplicity to the extreme.

Two of the Russian jury members were still thinking about the performance technique in Qin Jian's last work, and they could hear that there was a core of Russian piano performance, but they were not very precise in terms of structure.

As for the Polish judges, judging from their seating distribution, it can be seen that this year's Polish judges are divided into two groups.

Branhano sat on the far left of the first row, his expression the most intriguing, his eyes jumping all the time, not knowing what he was thinking.

And An Jie on his side still has that kind smile, as if he is born with such a smiling face.

Alto on the left is expressionless, and honestly he still likes the ballade.

Another group of Polish judges sat in the far right corner of the second row, looking like a couple of old pedants, but there was a young one among them.

The young Polish judge's small gesture of raising his hand in the conference room almost brought Robert back to life, but the ending is known to everyone.

At this time, he looked around from time to time, and he seemed to like to do these little movements.

This young jury member was named Kaftin, who also graduated from the Chopin Conservatory.

Kaftin finally withdrew his gaze after the cheerful waltz, and then he looked at the stage and gently lowered his shoulder, his expression looking a little absent-minded, but he had to say that the finger skills of this Chinese young man were indeed good.

The waltz in one go finally fell.

The scene was quiet again.

Everyone knows that the next repertoire is the turn of 'Polonaise'.

The audience, especially the Polish audience, stared at the stage as if they had been beaten up, expecting surprises.

Yesterday the old Poles didn't listen to a few decent op53s, they don't care about tricks and other messy things, they like to listen to the momentum, listen to the sound, and see the scenery.

The scene continued to be silent, and the figure moved!

I saw Qin Jian's arms smash down.

"Wow !!"

The chords that swallow mountains and rivers explode like cannonballs in the middle of the stage, 'Polonaise in A flat major in op. 53'

The last piece of work, titled 'Heroes. ‘

The unhurried column chords continue the heroic momentum, and the continuous sixteenth note runs at free tempo are full of sound quality.

At this moment, he showed the high-precision touch strength honed on the piano.

It is true that technology is at the service of music, and technology does not exist alone from the work.

But at no time did Qin Jian forget to polish his finger technique, which is why his fingers always came in handy when he needed it.

Maybe some people disdain technical stream players, or maybe these people really haven't seen what a technical stream player is

There is no need for any foreshadowing, as soon as he makes a move, he is full of firepower, and with his expression, the Qin key in front of the piano at this moment is like a ball of fire.

His agitated arms leaned in the direction of the keys, and like Ido, he poured all his strength into his arms earlier.

He played a thunderous sound with his vigorous iron hands.

The rumbling sound of the piano is like the smoke of war, and the people roar and the horses neigh.

Liszt said, 'The powerful rhythm of the Heroic Dance can lift even the laziest and insensitive!'

Polish pianist Klaise called it 'the quintessential war song!'

Piping hot Polish folk music with singing melodic tones.

Gorgeous without lack of natural color, simple and not dry

This is not a portrayal of mental or mental activity, this is a well-crafted and moving battle.

The left hand is sharp, and the right hand is uninhibited.

The hot-blooded young man used his hands to compose a brilliant piano sound instead of the heat in his heart!

He skillfully controls sixteen points and eighths of downward progression!

"Boom, boom!"

He ordered the singing to be performed with dotted music!

"W-w-w-!"

He made syncopation and harmony echo each other!

"Oooo

He used all the playing techniques at his disposal to revive the epic spirit of this polaonise.

If he was in the first round to prove to everyone that he was not a copywriter.

Then this round is when he announces to the world that he is going to join this gorgeous battle.

Op53 is Chopin's battle song, and at this moment it is also Qin Jian's declaration, his first clarion call to the top of Warsaw!

At the last moment, the Chinese youth in front of the piano completely took off his gentle coat and abandoned all elegant words.

The excitement of the scene had reached its final tipping point, and the Steinway piano seemed to be unable to withstand the godlike power of that day.

It let out its final roar!!

"Oooooooooo!!————oo

Shake your head and put your hands in the air!

"Ding—"

The picture freezes at this moment.

Moment.

"Whoa——————————————————————

Applause and screams.

Qin Jian got up, turned around and bowed with a relaxed expression.

Just as he took his first step backstage, there was a "crash" from the board of the Steinway behind him.

A broken string swayed in midair.

The audience was completely boiling.

...

"God!"

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"Reckless!"

...

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"It's dangerous..."

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