Qin Jian put down the phone and took out a new mobile phone from his bag.
Put in a new card, select language, activate...
The screen is a bit small, but it still feels familiar to the hand, so let’s just make do with it.
As for the other one, I just did it just to cheer up my 5c buddies.
Who is this extra one for?
Mom? No, the secret will definitely be revealed.
Fat man? Qin Jian thought for a while, but he still counted the ball. This guy's mouth is too big...
Forget it, leave it alone for now.
It’s still early to continue studying.
Qin Jian opened the panel and opened Chris' piano guide again.
Started reading.
"Pianists have their souls attached to their fingertips."
"The control over velocity changes demonstrates a refined touch method."
"Baroque music is almost exclusively marked by two types of strength and weakness..."
…..
In three hours, Qin Jian ordered two more meals, ate two ice creams, and brushed the guide to 47%.
The more Qin Jian watched, the more frightened and surprised he became. Today, he not only learned about the strengths and weaknesses of piano playing in various music periods, but also learned how to further handle the rotational movements of fingers, wrists and forearms, and how to grasp the upper arms.
The weight above the upper arm serves as the basis for the pianist's body movements.
Qin Jian customized his next practice goals in the memo on his new phone.
It’s almost time to pack up and go to the store.
Qin Jian arranged an outfit on the spot in the mall.
A good figure is paired with an informal black casual suit and a brand new white shirt. Although they are not big brands, the combination at this time covers the last trace of childishness and angular facial features of the young man in the mirror.
At this moment, strong hormones are exuding.
"Handsome, really handsome."
Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction, quite satisfied with his image.
A good stage image is very important. Qin Jian has other expectations for tonight's performance.
Pay money, change clothes, and leave.
Under the reluctant eyes of the shopping guide, Qin Jian picked up his new clothes, put on his backpack again and left.
The wine street in winter is bleak, lazy and quiet in the afternoon.
However, standing at the door of Fanhua Alley, one could still faintly hear the intermittent music coming from the hall, but judging from the sound of the music, the instruments being played were of a type that would rarely appear in such a place.
Qin Jian felt a little curious and vaguely expectant.
…
"No, this kind of performance is not suitable for us."
An old hippie in colorful clothes and sunglasses pointed at the stage with a Taiwanese accent and said to the lean man in a suit beside him, "Xiao Jiejie, what do you want me to say? What I want are Western musicians.
Do you understand, Xiyang, is this our work efficiency? It took such a long time to find a folk music player?"
"Pfft~"
"Puff~~~"
The surrounding staff were all amused by the man's Taiwan accent.
Xiaojiejie.
Song Jie, who would be shocked even if he stomped his feet in the wine street, was actually called Xiao Jiejie at this moment.
"Mr. Wen, according to your request, we really can't find it. Besides, we are a restaurant here, not a concert hall. Do you think our request can be lowered a little? Besides, I think this little girl can play pretty well."
Song Jie said as he glanced at the waitresses who were still laughing around him.
"Xiao Jiejie, it's okay if you don't understand. Let me explain to you. This instrument has long since declined and there is basically no market in the country! Isn't it too unethical for us to present this kind of thing to individuals?"
"Isn't it too unethical of you to say that, Mr. Vincent?"
The sudden sound in the hall attracted everyone's attention.
At a dining table near the door, a young man in black stood up.
"Who are you, when did you come in, why did you attack me, get him out!"
The man Qin Jian called Wen Xi Lai seemed to have been greatly humiliated.
Everyone present last night could tell that this was the handsome guy who came to sing last night.
Song Jie also saw it, as if he suddenly saw a savior, and hurriedly walked towards Qin Jian: "Brother Zhao Yu, are you free today?"
Qin Jian fixed his eyes, wasn't this the person who arranged work for him last night?
"Let me take a look around. Didn't you say I can come at any time?"
"Of course, of course, you can choose the time slot."
Seeing the two people going back and forth, seemingly forgetting their own existence, Wen Xilai became even more angry and threw away the workbook in his hand, "Okay, you can do it yourself."
The big boss, who wanted to leave but was worried about coming here, could only place his hands on his hips and gasp for breath for a while.
Qin Jian grabbed Song Jie and said, "I'll do it."
Then he walked towards Old Man Wen.
"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I was rude just now." Qin Jian said and bowed, "But I forgive you for not agreeing with what you said."
Wen Xilai, who was originally in a good mood, felt his blood pressure rise again when he heard the second half of the sentence, "You..."
"I think you must understand that the things we pass down from generation to generation will never go out of style."
Qin Jian said each word with sonorous force, and then suddenly changed his voice: "But why is the audience getting smaller and smaller, and even the market is gradually becoming indifferent to traditional folk music. What are these problems?
Not clear?"
"I remember that when you were young, you said that our national music is a treasure trove of world music,"
Qin Jian's words hit the nail on the head of Wen Xilai's pain. As a once-sudden gold medal music producer, he didn't want to combine traditional Chinese music with pop music to present it to the audience in a more popular way. But in the end, the blow from reality made him completely quit.
The altar fell.
But he still has to make money to support his family. If he chooses to follow the footsteps of the times and continue to swim against the current, taking risks with no end in sight, he is afraid.
So at this moment, he was not angry, and was even a little happy in his heart. He did not expect that there would be young people who could speak out for national music and even recognize themselves.
Suddenly his mood relaxed a lot, "Do you know me?"
"Recognized," Qin Jian nodded again, "Who doesn't recognize the master of pop music production?"
"It's funny, it's all a false reputation." Wen Xilai sighed for a while, seeing that Qin Jian didn't look like a staff member, and asked, "Little friend, what are you doing here?"
Qin Jian looked at the girl who had put away her instrument and was about to leave the stage, and slowly raised his hand to point at her.
"I'll give her a chance."
Then he turned around and shouted to the girl not far away:
"You, stand still and don't leave."
Qin Jian's voice was not loud, but the whole audience was listening to him quietly.
The girl not far away naturally heard it, and then looked here differently. Under the light, a gentle-looking big boy was pointing at herself.
The moment the girl turned back, Qin Jian's serious appearance turned over in his heart.
An antique ponytail.
He has an oval face, big eyes, a small nose, but his thin lips are a little dry.
What a classic beauty.
But he just doesn't look very good.
Qin Jian walked up to the girl and asked kindly.
"Sorry, what do you call me?"
Seeing Qin Jian's serious look, he lowered his guard a little.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly put down the instrument bag in his hand.
There was a trace of apology in his expression, and his two jade hands were gently raised.
In front of the frowning Qin Jian, he started making gestures out of thin air.
A sandalwood mouth opened and closed slightly, but no sound was made.