Chapter 159: Three or two days of the Buddhist Qin Jian
There are still four days until New Year's Eve.
Nanshi.
The streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and there is a strong flavor of the New Year everywhere.
A corner of Yuehai Shopping Plaza.
Qin Jian stopped on the street, put down the shopping bag in his hand, and rubbed his frozen and stiff hands.
After a while, a taxi came slowly.
"Shui Moyuan Community, we are in trouble."
.......
It has been six days since Qin Jian returned to Nanshi after his hurried art exam trip.
On the night he returned from Haishi, before he even left the station, he put the fat man on the high-speed train back to Qingshi.
After learning that He Jing would not be able to return to Nanshi before the end of the year, the two siblings could only make an appointment to meet at their home in Yangcheng on New Year's Eve.
then.
This is the beginning of Qin Jian's short vacation alone.
I no longer locked myself in front of the piano as crazy as I did before the art exam.
After getting up every day, he would go downstairs to have some breakfast, and then go for a stroll in a nearby park to watch the old man boxing.
Or take the bus to the library and bring back two books that you just became interested in.
However, before noon, Qin Jian will definitely come back with some food from the market, and occasionally cook for himself.
After lunch, he would sit in front of the piano and read for half an hour, and then take a lunch break.
The day's practice begins at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Until dinner.
Sometimes I would chat with Ye Yi in the evening, sometimes I would discuss Mozart's Four Pieces with Duan Ran, or on a whim I would get up from bed in the middle of the night and play blindly on the piano for a while.
In short, after returning from Haishi, Qin Jian never opened Chris's piano space again.
Unexpectedly, as I ran with Fatty all the way down, the number on my hand finally exceeded the 30,000 mark.
He wanted to take a rest.
Let’s think about some questions by the way.
Life and music are the same in some respects. Only when you relax enough can you discover better motivational directions.
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"call."
Qin Jian, carrying a bag in hand, awkwardly walked into the door, swung his legs and closed the door.
"Cook."
Without pausing, he put down what he was holding and took off his coat.
Turning on the music loop of the single, Qin Jian followed the dynamic funk rhythm and walked into the kitchen.
"FUNK YOU UP"
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board clicked rhythmically to the beat of bass and drums.
‘tatatatata’
The stainless steel pot made a clanging sound, accompanied by the rhyme of human voices.
Music over and over again.
Twenty minutes later.
A dish of brightly colored green pepper shredded pork is served.
"Let's eat."
...
Enjoyable time after dinner.
Without cigarettes, Qin Jian walked to the piano while chewing gum and holding two bound pieces of music.
One was handed over to him personally by Shen Qingci at Fuge Bar, and the other was passed on to him by Shen Qingci through Duan Ran.
Qin Jian had no idea what was going on behind the two scores, which had the same notes but were filled with a completely different feeling.
But he still wrote down both scores.
20:00.
Qin Jian just took out the red pen and spread out the score.
The cell phone rang on time.
Video call of ‘Duan Duan Duan Duan’.
【Connect】
Following Qin Jian's click, the next second, two boxes, one large and one small, appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.
In the slightly delayed picture, a girl without makeup is sitting cross-legged in front of a brown piano, with a fresh little hairpin on her head.
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Have you eaten?"
On the screen of the mobile phone, the girl waved the bread in her hand and said, "I'm eating, wait for me."
Qin Jian put his phone on the piano music stand, looked at the camera and nodded, "Don't worry."
The voice came from the phone again, "Please play the piano for me."
Qin Jian shook his shoulders, "What are you playing?"
"Have you ever heard of oath sign?"
Qin Jian smiled, raised his hand and played the prelude, then stopped and asked, "Is this it?"
"Don't stop."
"Yes, yes, this is it. Do you like this cartoon too?"
The girl's voice came out again.
Qin Jian continued to play, "I haven't seen it."
A clear prelude passed by.
The girl in the picture was chewing bread and became quiet. She stopped talking and listened quietly to the melody in her ears.
This oath sign was played when I was at Boer Art School. Fatty often played it in the dormitory for a period of time.
Qin Jian thought it sounded good, so he practiced it in the piano room.
As the music reached its climax, Qin Jian's fingers gradually became stronger.
I can't help but bring the musical emotion into the music.
this moment.
Stirring notes bloomed in the two bedrooms at the same time, and the originally burning melody also highlighted a different feeling under the gorgeous tone of the piano.
It's a little less irritable and noisy, and a little more clear.
In the past few days, Qin Jian had been thinking and practicing, and through repeated scale exercises, he had vaguely found a sense of balance in his ten fingers.
Now suddenly play some melody fragments, and the clear sense of flow between your hands is a good proof.
"That's what it feels like."
He was in a good mood for a moment, Qin Jian stepped on the sustain pedal, opened his right hand for a second, and the single-note melody instantly turned into a two-note melody spanning an octave, and then his left hand, not to be outdone, changed the note duration into
More dense unit tone groups.
A piece of animation music has a hint of symphony in Qin Jian's wild imagination.
With the interweaving of high and low sounds, both hands once again pushed the climax to the end.
Sudden.
At the last opportunity of the entire melody, Qin Jian retracted his right hand and suddenly dropped his left hand with a "clang" sound.
"When————"
Qin Jian blew lightly.
After a while, he removed his left hand from the keys.
It wasn't until the low-pitched roar gradually dissipated that his body collapsed.
A piece of exciting music seemed to activate his hands that had been calm for a long time again, completely awakening his brain nerves.
At this moment, a burst of intensive clapping came from the mobile phone.
Qin Jian raised his head.
The girl in the picture looks a little excited.
"Qin Jian, I want to compose music!"
Qin Jian spread his hands and said, "I improvise here, but there is no music."
"Okay." The girl curled her lips, then placed a sheet of music on the music stand, "Then let's start, starting from the seventeenth measure.
"Um."
Qin Jian here also picked up the pen.
The next second.
A low Mozart appears.
Qin Jian's eyes followed the music quickly across every section of the score in front of him, scribbling on the page from time to time.
...
Two hours later.
"Good night."
"Good night."
After turning off the video, Qin Jian took a shower directly.
I came out of the bathroom and put on my pajamas, then lay down on the bed.
"Comfortable."
After a short rest.
I casually picked up the biography of Mozart on my pillow and continued reading.
The last chapter - Requiem.
"In such a transitional era, Europeans are changing from a religious world in which God is devout and away from the secular world to a belief that individuals can live on their own, from being obedient to the authority of tradition and hierarchy to pursuing individual freedom and independence...
"
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23:45.
Qin Jian's eyes stayed on the last page of the book for a long time.
a long time.
He gently closed the book and put it aside.
His right hand gently caressed his left hand.
A 'swish' sound.
Chris's piano space, which he hadn't seen for a long time, reappeared before his eyes.