Part C is only nineteen short sections.

The midnight composer uses his generous hands to push the ten gorgeous fingers to gallop on the keys.

On the stage, Qin Jian was in a trance and failed to control the strength of his left hand, and the music seemed to be firing at full speed according to his mood.

The gorgeous phrase goes from F sharp minor to B minor, then back to F sharp minor, and then from F sharp minor to A major.

The crazy modulation seems to have lost the color blending of the picture, which can be regarded as a foreshadowing of Lach's uneasiness at this moment.

But it also indicates Qin Jian's uneasiness.

Gradually, the picture in front of Qin Jian became fainter and fainter, until the cold light of the Steinway scale appeared clearly in front of his eyes again, and the beating speed of his fingers slowed down.

The sound of the piano became weaker and weaker, until the last vibrato was almost inaudible.

So far.

He couldn't help but stop.

He knew that the music should not end, Lach must still be playing, just like the growth rings in the birch forest are still growing in circles.

But he had to stop. The loss of contact with the music and pictures made him don't know how to continue.

Finally the music stopped in D minor, the last note of the second movement.

The scene fell into silence.

The audience in the audience is still waiting, they are looking forward to the final movement.

If the first movement only caught their attention, then the second movement fully whetted their appetite.

Everyone is paying attention to the swaying left hand on the big screen.

It had been a long, long time since Perlman had heard someone describing La San in a descriptive way. At this moment, he understood why his student was a little shocked in his description the day before.

He is looking forward to the next movement, because the third movement is the core of La San.

But his disciple sitting aside didn't show anything at this time. To his ears, Qin Jian's performance of the second movement today was far less amazing than that afternoon in the cafeteria.

He Jing was still stroking the buttons of her coat.

Another corner of the stage.

Shen Qingci has returned to the auditorium, and the strange visitor is sitting next to him.

"Did you teach this?" the stranger asked him, looking at the stage.

"No." Shen Qingci shook his head.

"I think so." The stranger paused. "It's only been more than half a year, and he has grown up again."

Shen Qingci agreed, "His hard work in the past six months has exceeded my imagination. In terms of performance skills, I think there are no classical works that he cannot complete."

"Yeah?"

The strange visitor curled his lips, as if questioning, "He seems to be in some kind of trouble now."

"And I've seen this scene before."

"It was when he was practicing Mumbo's works."

The other party's words made Shen Qingci think of the girl in the garden and a past incident.

But these are all things of the past.

After a moment, he smiled and said: "It was indeed you who taught me."

The strange visitor also shook his head, "No."

While the two were chatting quietly, there was still no action on the stage.

On the big screen, the left hand that was rubbing its thumb and index finger back and forth suddenly stopped.

Pressed the keyboard.

Everyone thought that the third movement was about to start again.

Just listen to the sound of "dang".

The figure in front of the piano stood up.

The audience seemed not to be mentally prepared yet, and there was an uproar.

The first note of the third movement ended the entire performance, and Qin Jian really finished it where he started.

...

...

With a short "dang", just like that——

"Ding, I found an item evolution card..."

"this..."

Qin Jian's smile was extremely complicated.

A sudden sound received an unexpected gift?

This transaction is really worth it.

He shook his head and temporarily forgot about the space.

Qin Jian dragged his tired body and stood up from the piano. He knew it was not over yet.

It has to be said that such a performance consumes a lot of energy on the part of the performer, and the concerto that is said to shovel ten tons of coal is indeed not played.

He picked up the watch from the piano cover and put it back on his wrist. Qin Jian walked to the center of the stage with the microphone.

Bow deeply.

The strange thing is that no one in the audience applauded.

Qin Jian glanced around to make sure no one wanted to applaud, then he smiled.

"Sorry, I can only play here for now."

For a moment, there was a small discussion in the audience.

"This piece of music is too huge!" Qin Jian continued.

Similar to what everyone said after playing La San, Qin Jian also expressed everyone's unanimous opinion in one sentence

But when he said such words, it really made the audience feel that this was indeed the case.

"Um----"

"Say something."

Qin Jian smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but no one responded to his questioning gaze.

"Performance techniques?"

"Running skills?"

"Let's talk about musical form and harmony?"

There was a pause.

"It seems that these are pretty much what the performers have said."

Qin Jian's speaking speed gradually returned to his breathing rhythm, and he hesitated on the stage for a moment holding the microphone.

"Then let me talk about the composer in my mind."

Although Qin Jian knew that most of the people in the audience could not understand what he was saying, he still wanted to talk for a while.

"Rach is a composer who can weave huge and sophisticated structures, and everyone agrees on this."

"but."

"In my eyes, he is still an ordinary person who comes out of life."

"He is both lucky and unfortunate in this regard."

"But in the end he was lucky."

"This is the best evidence that distinguishes him from Mozart."

“Both are great composers living in their own spiritual world.

"Rage had a kind old age, and Mozart only left half of the Requiem to answer the call of the Lord."

At this point Qin Jian suddenly stopped.

"Maybe one."

"But no matter what, the time God left for Lach was enough for him to leave some traces of time for that era."

"It's enough for us to discuss it with a full house today."

"We should pay tribute to Sergey Rachmaninov."

Qin Jian applauded as he spoke.
To be continued...