() "Pretty. ”

Looking at the number of 1 minute and 56 seconds, Qin Jian did not feel any pressure, on the contrary, he only felt a trace of happiness in his heart.

"Well, it's really cleverly handled. Duan Ran also nodded, "The whole process almost makes people feel that he is accelerating, but I noticed that the time has reached 1 minute and 17 seconds when he plays the 45th bar, so the rest of the time, he only took less than 40 seconds." ”

Qin Jian looked to his side in some surprise, "So accurate?"

Duan Ran smiled mysteriously, took his chin and pointed to the stage, "Hmm, it's started." ”

The two turned their eyes to the stage again.

Fang Zongyao began to play the sonata.

A sunny scent, rational with a pleasant sense of sound.

Gradually, the atmosphere of the whole hall was immersed in such an atmosphere.

Sonata No. 7 is less prominent than the passionate and pathetic storm in Beethoven's vast collection of sonatas.

But in Cherny's words, 'The way this piece was written is simply wonderful. ’

The essence of the koji is concentrated in the upper and lower four degrees of '7' and '3'.

Fourths intervals run throughout the work.

Even with such simple materials, Uncle Pei still wrote this complex symphonic piano work.

This also made Qin Jian have to sigh again, known as the 'New Testament' of piano music, there is no one in Beethoven's sonata collection that is idle.

At this time, the soft music in his ears also allowed Qin Jian to see the delicacy of Fang Zongyao's performance from another angle.

He meticulously grasps the strength of each phrase down to the smallest unit, as if every sixteenth note will be paid special attention to by him, and then arranged into an orderly number of heads stretched out, and the whole process does not give people the slightest sense of dragging.

"It's really good. ”

Qin Jian thought secretly in his heart, "Come on." ”

Most of the audience present basically held similar ideas to Qin Jian, especially as a competitor in the same group, many people who watched the performance on stage were full of great pressure.

However, there are a few people who think it's nothing.

In the third row of the players' seat, Li Xianlong looked at the figure in front of the piano and jokingly said in English to the female player of the same nationality next to him: "I can convince him with one hand." ”

The other party just shook his shoulders and said that he didn't care about it.

Seeing that he had eaten the closed door, Li Xianlong just pursed his lips and looked at the stage with his hands on his chest again, like a victor.

With the end of Fang Zongyao's full performance of the second movement.

“ok。 ”

The judges' bench rang again.

It's also a stop, OK is much more polite than stop, and it's still at the end of a movement.

Fang Zongyao smiled and bowed under applause before leaving the stage and returning to the players' seat.

The next contestant, Group D No. 10, Lee Hin Loong, from Singapore, repertoire, Chopin Etude OP10-4, Shostakovich Piano Sonata No. 2. ”

Qin Jian heard Li Xianlong in English, heard the torrent, and heard Shostakovich who seemed to have a salon flavor, and also heard the warm applause and shouts of the scene.

"The pianists who have become famous are different, and they still bring their own fans when they participate in the competition. ”

Duan Ran turned his head when he heard this, "What?

"Not really, but Shostakovich is still very exciting. ”

Qin Jian said, and the young man with black-rimmed eyes on the stage had already adjusted his sitting posture.

Recalling the scene of the last moment of the piano fight the day before yesterday, Qin Jian sighed lightly and said to his side again: "And it is said that this Li Xianlong's classical performance is very personal. ”

As the young man in front of the piano swayed his arms and raised his arms, everyone's eyes were focused on the piano.

The next second.

I saw that the back of his right hand suddenly arched in mid-air, and then his five fingers were in the shape of grasping the air, and the kung fu fell in an instant in the blink of an eye.

From the first sound in the hall, everything in the air seemed to speed up.

Listening to the music in his ears, Qin Jian felt that he had entered a world of double speed, and everything was fast-forwarded.

On the big screen.

Li Xianlong's arms are not long, he holds his chest up, a pair of forearms in front of him seem to be consciously propped up, and the frequency of swinging back and forth on the keyboard with his two palms is not high.

But the arc of movement of his ten fingers was not clearly visible to anyone.

"It's too fast. ”

"God. ”

"Incredible. ”

Even the judges let out an exclamation, such a torrent really can't be described as ferocious.

The height of music can never be defined by speed, and the argument of 'whoever plays fast is who plays well' is clearly not appropriate today.

But the height of finger technique is in a certain way measured by speed, the same allegro work, the same playing intensity, under the same clear display, the faster the person is the better technique.

Now it seems that in terms of this work, Fang Zongyao is indeed inferior to Li Xianlong in terms of finger movement technology, but in terms of the beauty of music, Qin Jian feels that Fang Zongyao's Chopin should be more in line with the public's aesthetics.

"Wow——————"

Leaving a chord ending, Li Xianlong raised his hands, finished the performance, and turned his face to look at Zong Yao's seat above the player's seat.

on the big screen.

00:01:45

“ohgod！！”

The audience was boiling.

The applause was accompanied by screams, and even several judges from Southeast Asian countries raised their hands in the air.

And Li Xianlong's glance made Qin Jian feel a little angry.

"Duan Ran, do you think it sounds good?"

Listening to the chatter around him, he didn't understand, this was a serious classical piano competition, not a piano fight.

"Yesterday I went to watch the youth competition, and the atmosphere on both sides of the stadium is really different, and this is an international arena, probably foreign audiences are like this, don't worry too much. ”

Looking at Qin Jian's tightly knit brows, Duan Ran seemed to see Qin Jian's thoughts and smiled again, "Besides, his performance is indeed very problematic. ”

"Three mistones, he played #5 on the first right-hand chord note in measure 7 in measure 7, he played 1 on the left hand single note 7 in measure 7, and he even missed a passage note in measure 78. ”

"And the rhythm is almost all unclear, and you don't notice that his notes don't drag on enough at the end?"

"At least judging from his performance, I don't think there's anything to comment on, so there's nothing to be angry about. ”

"What do you say?" Duan Ran winked at Qin Jian after speaking, "Smile." ”

Qin Jian didn't laugh, but frowned deeper, and then his throat involuntarily swayed up and down.

"Can you hear every wrong sound of his?!"

The corners of Duan Ran's mouth raised a lovely arc again.

"This. ”

"Any questions?"

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