Qin Jian looked at Fang Xiaoyu dumbfounded.

Fang Xiaoyu was a little puzzled by Qin Jian's reaction, "Teacher Qin, is there something wrong with my clothes?"

When the other party asked, Qin Jian thought about it and felt that there was no problem.

It's just a normal blue long-sleeved dress, but in the weather at the end of July, I was wrapped in a dress indoors...

"No problem, no problem," Qin Jian walked in and closed the door, "Aren't you hot?"

"Hot." Fang Xiaoyu nodded honestly and said in a different tone: "But I think it's more formal to wear it this way."

Qin Jian was speechless. Children nowadays are full of ideas.

After a moment, he asked: "Are you ready?"

"Um."

Fang Xiaoyu nodded.

"Have you played the whole song?" Qin Jian asked again

"Um."

Fang Xiaoyu nodded again, "Teacher Qin, I can start at any time."

Seeing Fang Xiaoyu's confident look, Qin Jian moved a stool and sat next to the wall.

"bring it on."

...

Fang Xiaoyu started.

She raised her right arm high and lowered it in a sinking direction. When her left hand was less than 2 centimeters away from the keys, she suddenly accelerated, and her loose fingers instantly became like grasping the keys.

Falling instantly.

Qin Jian's eyes flashed, which showed a bit of his charm.

The next second.

"Dang!"

A chord sounded, full of energy, and then a rather slow flow of sound followed closely on the tail note of the chord.

Fang Xiaoyu's body started to move completely.

Her expression is serious and dignified.

Although Qin Jian has not taught her an overly revolutionary lesson in the past month, this does not prevent her from learning about this work through various channels.

From the background of the work to the analysis of the work, she filled in the blank areas as much as possible.

Except for the performance aspect.

She wanted to take Qin Jian as her teacher, but she rejected other possibilities.

Even the marks on the music chart.

The right-hand chord in bar 23 is marked with fz [sudden strengthening] in any version of the score, but in Qin Jian's video performance, the performance of this expression is p [weak], so she uses the same intensity to deal with it.

.

Although this causes her immature phrasing to sound particularly distorted in terms of dynamics.

fz and p, two expressions used for completely different marks.

At this point in the revolution, the first unstable fluctuations occurred.

Fang Xiaoyu also became nervous.

Qin Jian heard it.

"stop."

...

Qin Jian's calm voice left only an F ending in the 304 piano room.

Then it became quiet.

Fang Xiaoyu was interrupted, her right hand still stayed on the keyboard.

At this moment, Qin Jian asked: "Does your score mark the pianissimo in measure 26?"

Fang Xiaoyu looked at his right hand: "No."

"Why do you play it with such force?"

moment.

Fang Xiaoyu turned around, met Qin Jian's calm gaze, and said, "Because that's how you play, Teacher Qin."

"Do you think this is the right approach?"

Fang Xiaoyu nodded.

Qin Jian raised his left eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you played it."

Fang Xiaoyu replied firmly.

...

Because I played it.

The clear eyes of the girl made Qin Jian have to think about some questions. It seemed that the development of the plot was different from what he imagined.

"continue."

After Qin Jian finished speaking, Fang Xiaoyu turned around and raised his arms again.

The unfinished revolutionary horn continues to sound.

Based on Qin Jian's original intention, he hoped to hear Fang Xiaoyu express her understanding of revolution, even if her performance today was not ideal or even not good enough.

What he needs to see is Fang Xiaoyu's potential in this area.

What Qin Jian will need one day in the future is someone who can speak for him, not just a student who imitates him.

Although for Fang Xiaoyu at this stage, imitation is a good way to learn.

But Qin Jian didn't know how to evaluate the practice of changing the marks on the chart without understanding it himself.

"Because you played it."

Fang Xiaoyu's words echoed in Qin Jian's ears again amidst the loud revolutionary sounds.

If this imitation is classified as excessive personality worship, will it be good or bad for her future development on the piano?

Looking at Fang Xiaoyu's back, Qin Jian fell into deep thought.

It seems that only time can give the answer to this question.

But it has to be said.

Fang Xiaoyu's performance today has exceeded his expectations.

She must have suffered a lot this month.

...

As the last set of chords falls, the whole song of revolution ends.

Fang Xiaoyu handed over his answer sheet, and the rest depends on the final result.

She stood up, turned around and looked at Qin Jian, waiting quietly.

a long time.

"You played well, better than I expected." Qin Jian's words did not alleviate the solemnity in the air.

Fang Xiaoyu's heart relaxed and tightened, and his voice trembled a little: "Do you mean I passed?"

Qin Jian nodded.

The next second.

"call----"

Fang Xiaoyu let out a long breath, and extreme joy surged into her heart, making her feel dizzy for a moment.

Then, she bowed deeply to Qin Jian.

"thank you!"

She raised her hand and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, but no matter how she wiped it, the sweat seemed to be endless.

At this moment, Qin Jian handed over a tissue and said with a smile: "No need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank yourself."

"Thank myself!"

Fang Xiaoyu was already incoherent.
To be continued...