After seeing off Nikolai and Jima, who looked curious and wanted to ask something, the studio was finally clean. After Weiran locked the rolling door, he immediately took off the expensive suit and changed into a comfortable suit again.
Warm fleece pants.
After everything was tidied up, he picked up the appointment letter on the table. After looking at it secretly with pride, he placed it in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf behind him, waiting for it to slowly ferment and build a bright and beautiful place for himself.
scholar status.
Glancing at the guqin that was also placed on the bookshelf, Wei Ran carefully took it down and placed it on the long table, then gently plucked the strings like in a costume drama.
However, when the expected beautiful sound reached the ears, it was indeed a series of dull and weak "puffing" sounds.
Is it playing incorrectly?
Wei Ran frowned and gently plucked one of the strings. There was no change at all. The movement was no different from pulling on a tight cotton string. This was no longer a question of whether he could play the piano, but whether he could play the piano.
The problem.
Could it be that I spent more than 20,000 dollars to buy a piece of rotten wood?
Wei Ran secretly scolded himself for being so stupid. How can a poor man buy traditional Chinese musical instruments? It is no exaggeration to say that as far as the traditional Chinese arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting are concerned, if you pick up any of them and want to achieve results, it is estimated that it will be a little less.
It's not much easier than training a kgb. So even if this guy is a kgb elite, even if he seems to know a few off-key Chinese sentences, he still can't hide when he is being tricked.
But for this matter, he couldn't hold Teacher Dalia or Karp behind. After all, they helped him in the first place, but they went in behind to disrupt the situation. He was not a Pole, so how could he do such a stupid thing?
Just think of it as a loss...
Wei Ran looked at the guqin on the table and his head ached more and more. This piece of broken wood worth twenty thousand dollars would make him sick to death if he put it on the bookshelf, but he would be even more of a fool to throw it away.
"How about we find a fool to take over the purchase and sell the piano at a high price?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned on the chandelier directly above the long table, and observed it carefully. Then he discovered that the seven strings on the piano seemed to be a little loose, and one of them might even break at any time.
Yes, only a little edge is still connected.
Is it time to change the strings?
Wei Ran, who was a little disappointed just now, immediately became interested again. After some observation, he carefully turned the guqin over, and then noticed that the resonance box opening (Longchi) at the back end had the word "You" engraved on it.
Character.
But below this word, "jack·freeman" was written in ugly red paint, as well as the words "peiping·china/1935" on the second line.
“It’s really an antique that’s almost a hundred years old.”
Wei Ran muttered, but gave up on his plan to tune the strings. Since this thing is an antique, you can ask someone when you return to China at the end of the year, and maybe it can be sold for a big price. In this case, just in case,
If you are an amateur like yourself, you have no place to buy regret medicine.
But just letting it go and teasing it made him feel itchy. After all, with so much money thrown away, he had to at least listen to it. Besides, he didn't want to continue investing in learning musical instruments.
To put it simply, use this broken piece of wood if it can be used, and if it cannot be used, just find a way to make it work. Weiran will not allow something bought for more than 20,000 US dollars to be just a "background to enhance artistic heritage."
After thinking about it, he simply took out his phone and called his aunt who was on a business trip recently.
"Why did you remember to call me?" Zhou Shujin on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a very good mood, and the smile in her tone could not be concealed.
Wei Ran asked directly, "Auntie, do you know anyone who can play the piano? Our Chinese guqin is not a piano."
"I think I know someone. Why do you ask this?" Zhou Shujin asked curiously.
"I want to ask you something," Wei Ran made an excuse.
"Wait a minute, I'll pass it on to you." Before Wei Ran could say anything else, Zhou Shujin simply hung up the phone, and then used WeChat to send a string of phone numbers and a voice message.
"This man's surname is Sui. He runs a supermarket in Volgograd. His daughter seems to know how to play the piano. She asked me to bring him an instrument from China before. You can call and ask."
After listening to the voice, Wei Ran replied politely, and immediately took out the wooden box that came with the guqin from under the long table. After putting the piano in, he fastened the copper button on the lid, and then dialed the number sent by his aunt.
phone number.
After some communication between the two parties, the supermarket owner surnamed Sui happily told Wei Ran his address. After politely hanging up the phone, he rummaged through the cabinets in the studio and found a bottle of Alexei that Professor Alexi had kept privately for who knows how long.
After receiving a box of Chinese liquor, I wiped the dust off with a rag, then I took the piano case and souvenirs into my off-road vehicle and drove to the address provided by the other party.
By the time he found his destination and stepped on the brakes, the gloomy sky was already filled with heavy snow again, and at the Huaxia Supermarket on the roadside, a short and fat man was waving a big broom to clean up the accumulation in front of the door.
Where's the snow?
"Is it Uncle Sui?" Wei Ran lowered the window and asked politely.
"Are you Wei Ran?" The middle-aged man who was sweeping the snow quickly put the broom aside and greeted enthusiastically, "Come in!"
"Take this wine and drink it." Wei Ran opened the car door and handed the souvenir to the other party.
"Come here, what are you doing with this?" Uncle Sui declined.
"My foreign uncle has given up drinking, so you can help him drink so that he won't have to worry about it every day." Wei Ran joked and then took out the huge wooden box.
"I won't be polite if you say that." Uncle Sui was also a happy person. He held the wine box under his arm and enthusiastically led Wei Ran into the supermarket.
This supermarket is not that big, but the items inside are complete enough. Apart from other things, the various Chinese snacks are slightly different in price from those in China, but the varieties are the same. And I walked around the snack area with a basket.
You know, in addition to three or five young people with Chinese faces, there are also many young people who are only junior high school students at most.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Under the leadership of Uncle Sui, Wei Ran climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Before he entered the door, he heard various noises made by musical instruments coming from inside.
"My daughter has opened a musical instrument class." Uncle Sui opened the door as he spoke, and then he saw several men of different ages sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor in a serious manner, playing musical instruments in front of them.
Directly opposite the door and by the window, a girl in a wheelchair was correcting everyone's mistakes in Russian in a gentle voice. And on the long table in front of this chubby girl with a calm face, there were
There was a small basket filled with various Chinese snacks and a large pack of wet wipes.
Seeing the surprised look on Wei Ran's face, Uncle Sui said calmly, "My daughter Sui Xin has been in a wheelchair since she was born. She has been used to it for more than 20 years."
"Uncle Sui misunderstood," Wei Ran, who reacted very quickly, pretended to be surprised and explained, "I'm shocked how your daughter could stand the smell of smelly feet and body odor in this room."
His explanation immediately made Uncle Sui and his daughter laugh out loud. The few idiots in the room who couldn't understand Chinese thought they were talking about something interesting, so they also smiled stupidly.
.
"Sui Xin, this is Wei Ran, your Aunt Zhou's nephew, asking you for help." After speaking, Uncle Sui pointed downstairs, "You guys talk first, I have to go downstairs and keep an eye on the supermarket."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Uncle Sui had already walked down the first floor, talking about buying an air purifier.
"Let's rest for ten minutes first." Before Sui Xin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, finished speaking, those who were still giggling just now crowded around, each took a bag of snacks from the basket, and then ran away along the stairs.
shadow.
It was only then that Sui Xin tore open a pack of spicy strips and asked while eating, "Do you want to learn a musical instrument?"
"I want you to help me take a look at this guqin." Wei Ran patted the wooden box in his hand.
"Guqin?"
Sui Xin held half a spicy stick in her mouth and pointed to the table in front of her, "I mainly play the guzheng, but the guzheng is pretty much the same. Please help me move it aside first!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran quickly put the wooden box in his hand aside, carefully lifted the guzheng on the table and put it aside, then picked up the box again, placed it on the table and opened it.
"What's wrong with the piano?" Sui Xin asked while wiping her hands with a wet wipe.
"We can't talk, or I can't talk," Wei Ran said, reaching out and pulling out the strings, and a dull and unpleasant sound immediately rang out in the not-so-large classroom.
“There is indeed a problem”
Sui Xin picked up a dry towel from the side of the wheelchair and wiped her hands and explained, "This piano uses silk strings and needs to be played frequently, but its sound is really not right. Help me remove the red one on the bookshelf.
Bring over the stationery box."
Wei Ran did as he was told, but before he could put the toolbox on the table, Sui Xin turned over the guqin and asked in confusion, "Where did you get this guqin?"
"Any questions?" Wei Yan asked as he put down his writing case.
Sui Xin shook her head, reached out to open the box, took out a plastic bag and tore it open. At the same time, she kept explaining, "These are steel strings for guqin, which are better than silk strings. Wait until I replace them."
Let’s try again.”
Under Wei Ran's attention, Sui Xin meticulously replaced the new strings. After a long period of debugging, her students had also returned to the classroom, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement.
Sui Xin completed the adjustment as if there was no one around. As she gently plucked the strings, the sound of the piano that was much more pleasant than before came out.
"Teacher, can I learn this?" asked an aunt who looked like she was in her forties. "It has far fewer strings than the ones we are learning now, and the sound is also very nice."
"It's not easy to learn," Sui Xin said perfunctorily, then frowned and turned the guqin over again, muttering to herself in confusion, "This qin is called 'You'? Why is it just the same word?"
"Is there a problem?" Wei Ran asked.
Sui Xin glanced at the surrounding students and said with a smile, "How about we finish today's class here first? I will add another class for you tomorrow morning and treat you to Chinese hot pot tomorrow night."
When they heard that there was food, these students, who didn't know whether they were here to learn piano or to satisfy their appetites, immediately cheered. But judging from their curious looks, it was obvious that they were not ready to leave just like that.
Sui Xin shook her head helplessly and said to Wei Ran, "There are many problems with this piano. First of all, its tone is not right. I suspect there may be something stuffed in the belly of the piano. Secondly, there is a gap between Longchi and the word 'You'."
It’s too far away, so I guess there might be another word below these two lines of English. So do you want to take a chance?”
