Duan Ran's sudden appearance did interrupt the conversation between Qin Jian and Kobayashi Zheng'er.

But it just so happened that the stage was getting brighter and brighter.

"Beethoven's sonatas are the jewels of world music... The way in which his works are created is all in the spiritual realm..."

A concert presentation rang out in the hall.

Qin Jian picked up his backpack and stood up.

Unlike Commander Kobayashi, who was as short as Command, he had to get up to retract his legs in the narrow aisles.

"Thank you. ”

The girl hurriedly borrowed it sideways and sat on the right side of Qin Jian.

With Qin Jian's small unceremonious sound, the entire audience was completely silent.

"As the most famous performer active on the international stage today, Barenbo is a representative of the German-Austrian piano school..."

The opening introduction of the concert is nearing the end.

Feeling the cool smell of laundry detergent coming from his side, Qin Jian turned slightly sideways.

The eyes are facing each other again.

With the soft light of the stage reflected on the audience, the tip of the girl's nose was red, and her uneven breathing still carried a hint of rapidity.

Qin Jian guessed that the other party was probably in a hurry to catch up with the opening of the concert

Maybe it's because it's not a tense arena at the moment, or because the encounter again creates an illusion, or maybe it's to dispel the silence.

Qin Jian spoke again.

"I heard..."

...

"Please enjoy Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 17"

The opening remarks in the hall finally ended.

Under the expectant gaze of the audience, a white-haired old man dressed in a straight body walked up from the side of the stage in good spirits.

His steady and calm gait brings the gray swallowtail behind him, giving people a gentlemanly feeling.

The old man came to the center of the stage, turned to face the audience, and smiled.

I stood for about two or three seconds.

Then he nodded slightly, clasped his hands together, half-bent down and made a gesture of please, and bowed deeply.

"There is fan. Qin Jian's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had learned.

"So handsome. Duan Ran on the side didn't seem to care about these details.

For a while, the applause was even more enthusiastic.

Under the applause, the old man sat down in front of the piano, but simply loosened the cuffs, and the whole person quieted down.

He stared straight ahead, and his whole state seemed to be unwavering.

This is the moment.

Under the lights, the whole stage seems to merge into one in an instant.

Wooden countertops, piano benches, grand pianos, and still old men.

Together, it looks like a multi-angle painting.

This kind of abruptness makes people's hearts tighten.

A feeling of suffocation before the storm slowly spreads from the stage.

This also made the audience have to gradually put down their hands.

The warm yellow hall finally waited for the quietest moment.

And at this moment, the old man moved.

I saw that his chest sank slightly, his arms were raised, and his hands seemed to be swiped across the keyboard.

The introduction sounded.

A gentle sound of the piano seemed to speak with solemnity and serenity.

Just a flicker of the camera, the music seems to switch to the sound of anxious shouts.

The old man's vigorous body movements affected every pair of eyes in the audience at this moment.

In the rapid and slow dialogue, in the sharp contrast and contradiction between the two tones, the dramatic atmosphere of the music gradually emerges.

As the music moves too late, the first theme emerges in the torrent of sounds.

'Tempest, Tempest'

'1.largo – Allegro, solemn allegro'

Qin Jian watched the old man's every move in front of the piano intently, feeling every note with a dramatic sound in his ears.

Piano Sonata No. 17, titled 'The Tempest'.

One of Beethoven's sonatas that has been handed down.

The standard sonata from the Classicist period is in three-movement format.

After condensing the simple melody in his ears, Qin Jian could feel the neatness and heaviness of the bright traditional German-Austrian piano.

After the music enters the first theme, the majestic bass and wailing treble contend with each other, and the sense of symmetry of structure puts the most concentrated tension at the center.

Against the backdrop of a triplet that can never be equalized, emotions are brewing.

Qin Jian waited with bated breath.

Waiting for something different in the music to appear.

But then nothing happened, not even a metaphor remained.

"Why is this happening?"

This was indeed beyond Qin Jian's expectations.

This kind of treatment is even different from the CDs he is familiar with, and many of the scenes he has heard.

To him, it was like a drama that was about to explode, and suddenly all the characters in the layout scene disappeared.

Only a quiet sound remained.

Qin Jian's gaze moved to the old man's facial expression again, and he was also so calm.

He doesn't seem to care about the location and character of the subject, or even the quantity—

This seems to be against the 'rules'.

Qin Jian's eyes flickered, did the first song and the first movement of the opening bring such an accident?

This made him have to think of the relevant records in Uncle Pei's sonata collection in the space again.

The storm was written by Uncle Pei in 1802.

Although the sonata form at that time was not yet fully mature, the old man's way of writing is extremely clear today.

And when his apprentice Czerny preached the sonata form to the entire European piano academic community after 1840, in fact, the sonatas belonging to the classical period were already a thing of the past.

Since Czerny, sonatas have been defined as a melodic rhythm.

That's all for the sonata collection.

As one of the famous interpreters of Beethoven, Barenberg does not seem to play according to the sonata-like sensibilities introduced in music appreciation classes in most schools today.

To a certain extent, this is a normative creed that abandons traditional theories. “

Qin Jian gradually found a hint of interesting discovery in the calm music, in Chris's words.

This guy's playing isn't formulaic, at the least. ’

In other words, is it possible that this kind of treatment will lead to some kind of cleverness?

Qin Jian narrowed his eyes, trying to review every detail of the music from the introduction to the appearance of the theme.

But nothing special was found.

Every detail is full of neatness and tightness, and despite the simplicity of his voice, every time he raises his hand to breathe, it is like completing an expression.

"Huh?"

Qin Jian was stunned.

When the whole music had reached the dull end of the first movement, the words of the conductor Kobayashi just now suddenly popped into his mind.

Every detail of Barembo's performance deserves your attention, but try not to limit yourself to a single phrase and let your ears record the whole process as fully as possible. ’

"Pay attention to every detail, but not limit yourself to a single phrase, and record the whole process. ”

Conductor Kobayashi's words seem to point to a problem that every performer needs to take time to really think about.

"How do you make music complete?"

Qin Jian's gaze gradually converged again, maybe he should add another one.

"In a non-formula play. ”