Qin Jian stopped and called Chen Yong in response.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey, Uncle Chen. ”

Chen Yong on the phone went straight to the point, "Qin Jian, I called the Municipal Cultural Center early this morning about the piano you asked me to ask about the piano you asked about yesterday, and they don't have the kind of piano you want on the stage, but I've asked them to go down and find a way, if you really can't find the cfx piano you want, you can see what piano can be replaced." ”

Qin Jian pondered for a moment, he had also considered this before, after all, Yangcheng was just a small place, and it was indeed difficult to let the concert hall of the cultural center of a county-level city come up with two imported grand pianos at once, but he still put forward his needs with Chen Yong at the dinner table last night.

Now it seems that there is only a second best thing.

"Uncle Chen, this matter doesn't need to be too troublesome, an ordinary grand piano is fine, but a grand piano is necessary. ”

This is Qin Jian's bottom line, because the volume of an ordinary upright piano simply cannot meet the needs of playing in a concert hall of several hundred square meters, and he will never deliberately exert himself hard in order to make everyone hear his performance, which will destroy the overall beauty of the music.

"That's okay, I know, Qin Jian, do you have any other models to recommend. Chen Yong said.

Qin Jian thought of today's excellent piano shop, and replied: "Uncle Chen, Kawa's SK5 is also fine, there is an excellent piano shop in the south of Wanhong Square, there is this model of piano there, and the boss is not bad." ”

"Excellence. There was a muttering on the other side of the phone, and then, "Okay, Qin Jian, then let's do this first." ”

Qin Jian had just hung up the phone here, and Qin Gang asked on the side, "What's wrong, what's wrong with Qin?"

Qin Jian reluctantly said the content of the call.

After hearing this, Qin Gang also sighed helplessly: "We are so big here, don't be too embarrassed by your Uncle Chen." ”

"No, Dad. ”

Qin Jian said, putting his hands on the keyboard again, "But the grand piano is a must." ”

Then he dropped his fingers in succession, and a soft melody sounded.

"The volume of an upright piano is definitely not enough in a concert hall. ”

Seeing that his son started to practice, Qin Gang didn't answer, and he also knew that it was indeed as Qin Jian said.

After the family of three had dinner, Qin Jian continued to practice the piano until half past nine.

From today onwards, his Chopin practice continues as normal.

In the evening, the daily translator clocks in.

Before going to bed, he was not idle, holding a notebook and tidying up Chris's piano teaching method on the bed for an hour.

After incorporating some of the content of the intermediate guide, Qin Jian had some experience.

These experiences made him even more aware of one fact.

"Learning the piano really starts when you are a child. ”

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Qin Jian got up and completed the three-hour basic exercises as soon as possible.

After having lunch with Qin Gang, he left the house with the car keys.

"Gone Dad, come back for dinner in the evening. ”

"What do you want to eat at night. ”

"Mapo tofu. ”

"Okay, you drive slower on the road. ”

Qin Jian drove to pick up Xiaoyu and came to Zhuoyue Piano Store again.

The owner was obviously more welcoming than yesterday.

Qin Jian guessed that the cultural center had already contacted the boss.

He can be regarded as secretly helping the other party pull a business, and by the way, it is convenient for himself.

As for the affairs of the officials and the merchants, it is a matter between them.

Today's Fang Xiaoyu has obviously made a lot of progress compared to yesterday, and she can already meet Qin Jian's requirements in a few meticulous places.

Qin Jian knew that Fang Xiaoyu only had an electronic piano at home, and it was indeed not easy for the other party to practice the work to this level in one night.

But...

"It was a good day, little fish. ”

Approaching the halfway point of the break, Qin Jian got up and encouraged, "The basic outline has come out. ”

"But once you've figured out what you're trying to do, you need to understand the music a little bit more. ”

Fang Xiaoyu listened carefully, encouragement was of course very important to her, but Qin Jian's words were even more important to her.

"It's easy to get overwhelmed by the ups and downs of the music when we're engaged. ”

"It's like this paragraph. Qin Jian played the two bars before the climax of the main piano on Fang Xiaoyu's piano.

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This was heard by Fang Xiaoyu, but then, instead of rising as she expected, the music passed by with a light stroke, and the cut became quieter and quieter.

Just when she felt the expectation in her heart fall.

Next second!

"Woo———— Oooooo——!oo

The powerful lyrical music directly fills the sense of frustration in her heart.

The graceful jasmine melody gave her goosebumps on her arm.

Just as she was desperate to listen to it, the music suddenly stopped.

Then Qin Jian's voice sounded: "At this time, you have to pay special attention to adjusting the proportion of paragraph sentences." ”

"Mobilize the emotions of the audience, then deepen and stretch them, and give them at the last minute. ”

"This process is a test of a player's true skills. ”

"Of course, a work can't have only one climactic paragraph, so it comes down to the layout of the whole work, which we'll talk about later. ”

Qin Jian paused, "Come on, you can try this paragraph first." ”

Moment.

Fang Xiaoyu nodded and sat down in front of the piano.

Every time Qin Jian taught, she felt quite beneficial, and this time it was the same

Thinking back to Qin Jian's clause just now, Fang Xiaoyu began to play.

First time.

Qin Jian: "It's not clear, come again." ”

Second time.

Qin Jian: "Too deliberately will cause a sense of separation in the music. ”

Third time.

Qin Jian: "The three notes of the first chord on the right hand in the third measure are not strong enough!"

Fourth time.

Qin Jian shook his head: "Give me my index finger hard!!"

...

The eleventh time.

Qin Jian's face finally relaxed: "Well, it sounds much more comfortable this way." ”

"Alright, let's rest. ”

Only this time, Fang Xiaoyu shook his head.

"Master, I'm not tired. ”

With that, she continued.

She has never been afraid of Qin Jian's strictness, she is only afraid that she will not be able to do what the other party asks, just like now, there is only one voice in her head-

"It's not good enough, I'm going to play this paragraph well. ”

Seeing this, Qin Jian didn't say anything anymore and rested on his own.

Fang Xiaoyu's temper was clear to him.

This is very similar to him.

And this is also a necessary condition to become a good pianist.

....

In such repeated grinding, the program form that has never appeared in the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala has also quietly and gradually taken shape.

A week flew by.

Needless to say, Fang Xiaoyu's progress in this week, with Qin Jian by her side to clear all the technical difficulties for her, coupled with her hard work, everything has become a natural thing.

In addition to spending enough time with his parents every day, Qin Jian also basically finalized the selection of repertoire for Xiao Sai's preliminary competition.

On the night of the New Year, Qin Jian's family went to his grandmother's house, and Qin Jian had a video call with He Jing during the meal.

After returning in the evening, Qin Jian sent the last Chris piano teaching method to the other party.

On February 12, there are 8 days left before the 2015 Spring Festival.

Early in the morning, as soon as Qin Jian opened his eyes, he saw a row of messages on his mobile phone, which was mixed with an email from a foreign country.

An e-mail from the Office of the Organizing Committee of the 17th Chopin International Competition.

"Dear Mr. Qin Jian, congratulations..."