The space panel, which has not been seen for a long time, brings a touch of intimacy to Qin Jian.

Qin Jian swept up and down, skipping the gold coins, and the experience points required for upgrading were only 19 points.

However, this was all to be expected, but it was Chopin's skill increase in the hand position formula that surprised him a little.

Through this recent relaxation exercise, the proficiency of legato has reached 76, the proficiency of staccato has reached 65, and the balance flow of the ten fingers has exceeded 26.

Compared to one-person practice, it seems that the efficiency of the relaxation and moderation of practice time is better.

Satisfied, close the hand formula.

Qin Jian's flickering gaze finally moved to the quaint pages that emitted a faint golden light.

"Amadeus's last wish

With a soft silent chant, the pages flew into the air.

A flash of white light.

The words on the page reappear.

Reading this paragraph of Mozart's deathbed written record, Qin Jian's heart was not only heavy, but also a trace of unwillingness.

For this moment, Qin Jian has recently read a lot of various documents about Mozart.

There are many opinions about him, some praise him as the ninth wonder of the world, and others say that he is just a prodigal drunkard and liar.

Qin Jian couldn't tell what was true and what was fake.

But without exception.

In all accounts, Mozart is hailed as a god-like presence in music, and his short life has undoubtedly become a great tragedy in the history of music.

Mozart is the embodiment of dreams.

He is talented, fanatical and sentimental, day and night.

His flowery rhetoric and inner conflict are mesmerizing.

His glory scandal, his sword and courage, finally disappeared under the truth of history in his ups and downs of life.

Leaving behind only a world-famous legend and an unfinished "Requiem", it became an eternal mystery.

Looking at the faint handwriting in front of him, Qin Jian's heart couldn't help but become heavier and heavier.

"What is your last wish?"

"An unfinished requiem?"

Qin Jian shook his head.

Long.

He exhaled deeply.

The gaze moved to the bottom.

"Do you want to spend 10,000 Worship points to open Amadeus's last wish?"

"Yes. ”

As the choice was made, Qin Jian's left hand trembled slightly, and the number on the piano instantly decreased by 10,000 points.

Then.

A complex four-part chorus of human voices filled Qin Jian's mind, sacred and solemn.

The page in front of me turned into a fluorescent sound with a 'bang'.

The golden light flashed.

The music in Qin Jian's ears suddenly turned into a bright piano song.

"Yes K279"

There is a hint of magnificence in the grandeur, which does not resemble the sound of a modern piano.

Then, a small line of small writing appeared in front of his eyes.

The first movement is the hometown of childhood

In the blink of an eye, the small words faded away.

At this point, a piece of text emerged.

On the dark yellow papyrus, the black handwriting is particularly clear.

"Sunday, January 27, 1756, about eight o'clock in the evening. ”

"This is Salzburg, Austria. ”

"As you can see, a boy was born in the bitter cold of midwinter. ”

Early the next morning, he was wrapped in a woolen blanket and sent to the Baroque Cathedral in the snow, where he was baptized. ”

The cold wind howled like a sharp blade, and the baby, wrapped in a blanket, did not freeze to death on the way. ”

"Interesting, isn't it?"

The adults named the boy Wolfgang Amado Mozart. ”

"The truth is that I don't like the name. ”

"My father, Reober, was a composer and conductor at the Salzburg court"

"One day when I was three years old, my father was teaching my seven-year-old sister to play the piano, and it was the first time I was attracted to the wonderful sound, so I couldn't help but pass"

"By the time I was four years old, at a musical banquet, I could already hear my father's violin pitched a quarter lower than the piano"

"By the time I was five years old, the piano and violin had become my toys"

On the page, Mozart's self-talk carries a eloquent sense of humor.

With the music in his ears, gradually, Qin Jian's mood relaxed.

"Since I was six years old, I've been traveling around the world."

"The high level of skill with my fingers on the keys made the audience breathless"

"Riding in splendid carriages, at courts all over Europe, my talent impressed everyone. ”

"I've had countless gifts and kisses. ”

Qin Jian looked tirelessly page by page.

Little by little, time passed.

Before you know it, midnight is creeping in.

"It was the first golden age of my life. ”

"I need to emphasize here that my first piano sonata was completed at the age of eight. ”

"The radiant key illuminates my childhood hometown, but I never played it in my hometown. ”

"Please finish it first. ”

Seeing this, Qin Jian's eyes suddenly bloomed.

A sheet of music appeared in front of his eyes.

Gorgeous, beautifully handwritten notes shimmer with a faint sheen.

Qin Jian's throat unconsciously surged up and down

"Ding, get Amadeus' manuscript "Piano Sonata No. 1 in Major K279". ”

Qin Jian read the score carefully, and the score in front of him was different from the current notation.

Turning off the score, Qin Jian's gaze returned to the text again.

But either way, the last line stays at "Please finish it first".

After a long time.

Qin Jian closed the panel, and his heart calmed down.

It seems that only K279 can be completed first.

"I don't know which song will be at the end of the next chapter. ”

Qin Jian turned over and looked out the window.

Scenes from Mozart's childhood still seem to be jumping vividly in front of his eyes.

"Hey. ”

Judging by the first story, it seems that Mozart is going to tell about every stage of his life.

However, the story about K279 is also mentioned at the end.

Please finish it.

"Do you want me to eject K279 as he wishes?"

"Is this for me to imitate?"

"Last wish?"

Qin Jian thought in pieces, and a terrifying thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

"It's not going to make me go to Salzburg and talk about it, is it?"

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

"That's. ”

An hour later.

"Can't sleep. ”

Qin Jian continued to toss and turn on the bed

The feeling of Buddhism is gone.

Early the next morning.

In a daze, Qin Jian sat up with a spirit.

Glancing at my phone.

“09:20。 ”

In the next second, he suddenly jumped off the bed.

In front of the piano with the head of the chicken coop, the panel space was opened.

Look at the right hand melody of K279.

Slowly raised his hand.

In the next second, a crisp piano sound rose in the first rays of sunlight.

At the same time.

Kobayashi Zell received an email from Vienna.

"Regulations of the Mozart International Music Competition – Asia"