() Qin Jian's name sounded, and the candidates' seats seemed to cheer up.

"Come on, big champion. ”

Lin Zihui quipped.

"Brother Key, come on!"

The fat man followed.

"Come on. ”

Shen Mu also raised his clenched little fist.

Qin Jian's gaze swept over the three of them.

"Thank you. ”

Then he turned and walked towards the stage.

Stopping in front of the stage, Qin Jian shook his shoulders and exhaled lightly.

Then he walked up to the stage in two steps, came to the front of the stage, glanced around, smiled and bowed.

From offstage to onstage, the whole set of coherent movements is smooth and smooth, without the slightest rigidity.

Like a professional performer.

At this moment, I don't know where applause rang out.

Then there was a burst of applause.

Just when an examiner who maintains order in the examination room is in a dilemma.

I saw Qin Jian hurriedly raise his hand and press down, smiling and nodding again.

The applause from the audience suddenly fell silent, but everyone's eyes changed again.

"This kid is too stable. ”

"Lao Lin still has a good vision, and he picked a champion for our province. ”

"Winter Wind, I haven't seen this song appear in the exam room for two years. ”

"Listen, don't stop. ”

The judges on the judges' bench couldn't help but communicate.

Stage.

Qin Jian had already adjusted his sitting posture.

Wiped the keyboard again.

"No regrets. ”

"Come on. ”

Under the warm yellow lights of the stage, Qin Jian gradually lost his expression.

In the calm gaze, there was not the slightest fluctuation.

The breathing rate is also getting slower and slower

From a distance, the whole person looks like a statue sitting upright.

With a hint of solemnity.

"Focus on Guidance"

"On"

Suddenly.

Qin Jian blinked, then only raised his right hand and landed on the key.

"Chopin"

“p25-11”

"Introduction"

Raising his wrist, Qin Jian gently pressed his middle finger.

"W-"

A sound of moderate volume resounded lonely on the stage.

Then there was another sound.

It's like a child playing the piano.

Qin Jian's hand shape didn't seem to have the slightest standard to speak of.

But a few simple notes have a strange sense of connection.

There is not the slightest separation between tones in the air.

Offstage.

Winter wind!

Lin Zihui's eyes lit up more and more, Winter Wind was her favorite Chopin etude, and she had secretly practiced it, but when she was full of confidence and she gave it to her grandfather, she only played the first few notes before it was interrupted.

"Stop practicing, you can't play it now. ”

The old man's words appeared in Lin Zihui's ears again, and at this time, she seemed to understand.

It's just a few simple notes, but it's too bad.

With a soft and warm introduction, it disappeared silently.

The next second.

The figure in front of the piano is no longer gentle.

Qin Jian raised his arms high and slammed them down.

Serenity, broken by ruthlessness.

A grainy explosion of sound resounded densely but clearly throughout the examination room.

Qin Jian's right hand is fast.

The complex scale of sixteenth notes, from high to low, unfolds like a whirlpool.

It's too fast.

The sound flow seems to be turbulent with sharp ice slag.

The chilly theme melody gushes out at a time that everyone doesn't expect.

But.

But no one could see what his right hand was doing.

And actually.

His left hand was even faster.

Under the gaze of everyone.

I saw a pair of huge left hands jumping back and forth on both ends of the entire keyboard.

A horn-like motive looms over the piano.

Time.

The air on the stage seemed to be frozen, and a strong sense of depression rushed to the audience.

Right now.

Qin Jian felt an uncontrollable slight tremor in his left hand again.

His expression tightened slightly.

Gently adjust your breathing.

Gently closed his eyes.

Let your hands play with muscle memory.

All the attention is on the experience of music

Yes.

As the music unfolded, Qin Jian gradually had a feeling of separating his hands.

The originally mixed and blended channels split in two.

"It's an amazing feeling. ”

Qin Jian can clearly hear the skeleton of the melody in his left hand at this moment, while the graininess and strength of his right hand seem to be a fraction behind.

Slowly, through his right arm, he pushed a little bit of strength into his right hand again.

The music has changed a little bit along with it.

"Not enough. ”

Qin Jian cautiously controlled the abdomen, and pushed a little force into his right arm again.

At this time, the hands seemed to have reached some kind of harmony.

A sense of splendor emerges from the fierce music.

With a hint of epiphany, quietly emerged.

Qin Jian once again devoted himself to playing.

Unconsciously, his fingers became more and more free, as if waving wantonly with his feelings.

"Is this what free speed feels like?"

Qin Jian was a little uncertain.

But he was sure that the change in the color of the melody was indeed different because of his own playing.

Qin Jian presents music as he understands it, but this does not mean that every pair of ears needs to experience his emotional changes.

As the music continues.

Under a weak melody.

Some felt a delicate call from afar.

And some people seem to be shrouded in a kind of loneliness.

There are even people who are sad and indignant when they hear it.

Like, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

A good concert gives a rich picture and association.

Skilled players use a variety of techniques to elevate the strings to an artistic level, moving away from the traditional hammer striking strings.

When a piece is played with some figurative characteristics, it means that its music and technology have been initially integrated.

That's it.

"It's a lot more emotional. ”

The last row of the studio, in the corner of the aisle.

Lin Jiahui, who was among the many candidates, looked at the undulating figure on the stage, and his eyes were full of praise.

As the music gradually came to an end.

In front of the piano.

Qin Jian's almost uncontrollable limbs floated more and more.

Music is constantly moving forward.

His hands grew quicker and faster.

The beginning and end echo the minor key that pushes the song forward.

The last gust of wind has fallen.

The scales from the bass climb to the treble are like the last elegy.

As the two fingers fell again, Qin Jian leaned back and abruptly withdrew the keys with both hands.

The winter winds go out.

In the quiet examination room, the sense of oppression in the silence seems to disappear with the sound of the piano for hours.

Qin Jian got up and came to the center of the stage and bowed again.

This moment.

Applause erupted.

Qin Jian looked at the audience, and in an instant, he seemed to have returned to the moment he had been, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"This time it can be regarded as an end to the joint entrance examination. ”

Qin Jian bent down again.

His gaze swept over his left hand.

The number on the black piano has soared to 18302.

Sure enough, they are all music students, and they know the goods.

"Thank you. ”

The exam continues.

At the gate of the Nanshi Art Institute, it was dark at this time.

"Goodbye. ”

"Bye-bye. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Come on. ”

"I wish you all the best in your upcoming exams. ”

Bidding farewell to Lin Zihui's two daughters, the 416 duo also embarked on the way home.

in a taxi.

"Brother Jian, you are so handsome today. ”

"Not as handsome as you. ”

"I'll tell you a secret, when I left just now, a girl who played the erhu asked me for a WeChat account. ”

"That's congratulations. ”

In the back seat, the fat man seemed a little excited, chattering non-stop.

Qin Jian looked at the panel in front of him, revealing a relieved expression.

Chopin's formula for hand position

Legato 603

"Turn the page. ”