Qin Jian was a little overwhelmed for a moment while holding the phone.
He hesitated instinctively, then raised his head and looked across the living room to the kitchen.
Looking from a distance, Ye Yi's slender figure is busy.
A long time passed.
unconsciously.
The minuet in my ears has ended.
"Uncle, I've finished playing."
A childish sound sounded like milk, interrupting his thoughts.
"Um--."
Qin Jian nodded and looked back.
Turn around and put the phone back into your pocket.
Then he clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Taotao plays well."
With that said, Qin Jian sat next to Ye Taotao.
"But there's one thing I haven't told you yet. Here, you need to stretch your hands further in, like this."
Qin Jian placed Chopin's hand position on the piano.
"Taotao, do you still remember how to play a note that I told you before?"
"Remember, you need to use force first here."
Ye Taotao said, pointing to her side waist cutely.
"Very good, now I have to pay attention to my hands."
The soft minuet played again.
Ye Taotao looked at the smart hands on the keyboard and gradually fell into trance.
Ye Yi finished cleaning up, took off his apron, and came to the living room.
...
...
After Qin Jian's piano tutoring ended, Ye Taotao consciously held the piano keys and went upstairs to play.
At this time, there were only two adults left in the living room.
The rest of the night.
In the special way of chatting between men and women, it passed quickly.
It's not accurate to say it's a chat.
Most of the time, one person is basically speaking and the other is listening.
Qin Jian explained "about Zhao Yu's name" and then told many interesting things that happened in the Huayun Competition. During the whole process, Ye Yi would occasionally raise his hand to interrupt and ask some questions about the competition system.
It was beyond Qin Jian's expectation, but he still explained it to the other party one by one, such as the selection range of works in each round of the competition.
Later, Qin Jian also learned that Ye Yi was busy with some work-related matters recently, which also aroused Qin Jian's interest.
But when he asked again and again, the other party just smiled and shook his head.
...
In short, it was already past ten o'clock when Qin Jian returned to the Ink Painting Garden.
When he entered the house, there was no one there.
About a quarter of an hour later, the door rang again.
He Jing came back dragging two large shopping bags with 'RT-Mart Supermarket' printed on them.
Qin Jian hurriedly stepped forward to take it, and then filled the empty refrigerator again.
After washing up, the two siblings chatted briefly for a while.
After learning about Qin Jian's progress in the piano room today, He Jing closed her eyes and lay down.
"Good night, go to bed early."
"Good night, sister."
Qin Jian said and turned off the light.
Then he took his mobile phone and went to the sofa under the window sill and sat down.
I hung up my headphones and played a soft vocal jazz song.
"Just the two of us", one of Bill. Withers' classics.
As soon as the saxophone's sultry prelude came out, the light rhythm was laziest, and a numbness instantly ran over the limbs.
It seems to take away the fatigue of the whole day.
"call--"
Qin Jian only opened the message at this time.
Seventeen unread messages, all from ‘Duan Duan Duan Duan’
Sixteen clear shots of the music score, and a brief text at the end.
‘21:47 Duan Duan Duan Duan: The teacher asked me to send this to you. It has instructions and precautions specially marked by him.’
Qin Jian didn't click on the picture and started editing it casually.
"Sorry for the trouble, thank you Teacher Shen"
send.
Then he threw the phone aside, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.
The music looped over and over again.
...
In a dark bedroom, the moonlight shines into the room through the glass and falls on the messy music scores on the floor.
At this time, a buzzing sound broke the silence of the night.
On the small bed next to the piano, the girl turned over in confusion and picked up the mobile phone beside the pillow.
I squinted my eyes despite the strong sleepiness, reluctantly clicked on my phone a few times, and then put down the phone.
Fell into deep sleep again.
...
00:42.
The Fuge Bar has closed.
The bartender has gone off work, and only a chandelier remains on the empty bar.
A man and a woman sit side by side.
The man is drinking and the woman is smoking.
"My flight is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Preparations for the American Division have already begun." the man said.
"Any more?" the woman asked.
The man put down the bottle of wine and said, "I'll leave Duan Ran to you. Take more care of him."
The woman smiled and said, "As I said just now, I will take care of her on the way."
The man shook his head and said in a loud voice, "You know best how troublesome K521's low voice is, and she doesn't have a good grasp of it yet." After that, the man took the phone from the woman's hand and lit a cigarette.
"I have given the score I used before to Duan Ran, and she will pass it on to Qin Jian."
A trace of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes.
For a moment, "I know."
"Thank you," the man nodded, "Rigel has already arranged the food and accommodation. He will go back to the airport to pick you up then."
The man's voice fell.
No one spoke anymore.
For a moment, silence fell in the air.
Until the cigarette in the woman's hand gradually burned to the end.
"Is there more?" the faint voice sounded again.
The man is silent.
Maybe ten seconds passed, maybe a minute passed.
The woman gently threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, stood up, picked up her bag, and walked towards the bar door without stopping for a moment.
In the dim fuge bar hall, only the soft music floating in the air and the sound of heels gradually drifting away.
After the woman left, the man picked up the bottle again.
One bottle after another until I collapsed on the marble counter.
soon.
The sky turned white.
.......
A new day starts with practicing piano.
Early in the morning.
The piano room building of Boer Art School is already in an uproar.
7:30.
Qin Jian sat down in front of the piano in piano room 308 on time.
Everything is ready.
In addition to the stiff neck caused by sleeping on the sofa.
Fortunately, after one night passed, Qin Jian's mental state was adjusted.
...
One morning passed.
Qin Jian's legato proficiency in Chopin's hand position finally stuck at the end of the passing line, 59.9%.
No matter how hard we try, we can't break through the last 0.01%.
On the contrary, the practice progress of the Winter Wind Etude has improved significantly compared to yesterday.
Based on his experience from yesterday's repeated failed introduction practice, he only spent a small amount of time today to solve the performance problem at the link between the introduction and the subsequent A minor theme.
The subsequent practice became much smoother.
Before lunch, Qin Jian recorded the first thirty measures completely at a speed of 60 beats.
After the recording ended, I left the piano room at the urging of a fat person.
.......
Just before the canteen was about to close at noon, the two of them arrived in a hurry.
After a hasty lunch.
Teacher Qin’s small flute art instruction class begins again.
Three-twenty.
The fat man left 308 with a disgraced face, holding his music folder and flute.
There was a soft sound of the door being closed.
Without pausing for a moment, Qin Jian raised his hands with his eyes fixed.
Under the fingers, the slow winter wind blew again.