Chapter 19 A song of autumn is strong and two lamps of sorrow
Under a burst of warm applause, Qin Jian walked onto the stage holding Ye Yi's sleeves.
"Isn't this the handsome boy from last night?"
"Young lady is so beautiful."
"Husband, look at what the instrument is in that girl's hand. It looks so good in her hand. Do you think it will look as good when I hold it?"
"You'd better cut off some chicken legs first..."
Qin Jian walked to the black piano that had been placed in the center of the stage. He held the piano and leaned slightly towards the audience. Then he gestured to Ye Yi beside him and sat down on a piano bench back to back.
Feeling the soft body against his back, Qin Jian took a deep breath, turned his head and asked, "Are you nervous?"
"Don't be nervous, just follow our plan for the afternoon, I'll wait for you to start."
After Qin Jian finished speaking, there was a slight bump on his back.
OK.
Qin Jian adjusted the microphone stand on the piano to a certain position, "Ahem."
The sound was not loud, but it spread through the speakers throughout the hall's first and second floor booths.
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
"How does our restaurant's main dish taste today?"
The hall that had just been quiet became lively again because of Qin Jian's words.
"A song by Li Xianglan for everyone."
After Qin Jian finished speaking, he switched his phone to the stopwatch page, placed it flat next to the piano, and placed his hands naturally on both sides of his body.
The stage lights dimmed instantly.
Everyone looked expectantly at the man in front of the piano. From the moment he came on stage to now, his every move, every look, and even his words seemed to be magical, attracting everyone's attention.
But at this moment, the man did not move.
But from behind him, a desolate whimper sounded like it came from ancient times.
His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining.
With the music melody, the entire hall seemed to have entered a peaceful state, and in an instant everyone's attention was focused on the musical instrument held by the girl on the stage.
A simple purple long flute.
"Changed again? Wonderful."
Wen Xi came and sat in a corner of the stage, cheering in his heart.
"What a lovely face."
At the fence on the second floor, the woman's figure appeared again, together with the slender cigarette between her red lips yesterday.
When the girl played the last long notes of the prelude, Qin Jian glanced at the number 413 on the tattoo on his left hand and counted the beats in his heart.
With the beat stuck, Qin Jian finally turned on the start button of the stopwatch on his phone, and then played with his hands on the keyboard.
Unlike the desolate and distant sound of the flute, the piano is crisp and elegant, and its flowing sound seems to soothe everyone's ears.
Everyone's eyes returned to the man, whose slender hands began to run back and forth on the black and white keys.
Then, I saw him leaning forward slightly and opening his mouth along with the music.
"I am annoyed by the spring breeze. Why is my heart annoyed by the spring breeze?"
"I can't tell you, let's drink wine together"
"The night is rainy and freezing, and the raindrops are transmitted into the photo."
"Looking back is a dream, unable to move"
"Staring at you in fascination, in faded photos"
"Ah~"
The sound of the flute sounded, merged with the man's magnetic voice.
"Like flowers even though they are not red, like ice even though they are not frozen"
"It seems like there are countless words"
"Too bad I don't understand"
"Ah~"
"It's because the glass of wine is getting thicker, or my heart is empty."
"Why feel the shock"
Standard Cantonese, standard pronunciation.
Qin Jian sang and recalled.
In the bathroom of the rental house, on the subway in the morning shift, in my spare time after work, I revised my pronunciation word by word, and sang Jacky Friends' songs over and over until dawn.
In places where no one cares about playing classical steel, Qin Jian just relied on his singing to open up a market of his own.
Qin Jian knew that the so-called bar pianist was just a joke.
But Qin Jian firmly believed that as long as he played unremittingly, he would eventually come out on top.
At this moment, everyone in the audience looked intoxicated,
Like a flower even though it is not red, like ice even though it is not frozen, like a dream but still awake.
Qin Jian's singing trembled in the air, as if he was confiding and sentimental, like a weather-beaten man who had gone through hateful separation and the warmth and coldness of the world, hiding the resentment in his heart and trying hard to maintain his final posture.
Ye Yi was the closest person to Qin Jian at the moment. She could hear the man behind her without tearing his lungs, but she felt a suffocating feeling of depression. She felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a hug but didn't know how to reach out.
Where to put the hand that comes out?
Tears rolled down one by one from the corners of his eyes.
Qin Jian glanced at his left hand. In less than a minute, the number had reached 487, which was basically stable.
The next step is to enjoy the stage.
In the next verse, Qin Jian chose Mandarin.
"The feeling of autumn is strong, and the feeling of autumn is strong when leaving people's hearts"
"A glass of wine brings a variety of emotions"
"There are many partings, and there are many partings in the season of falling leaves."
"Hold your hand and hold it in my heart"
"I want you to remember the silent promise"
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"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful."
"Brother Jie, where did you find this young man on stage? His singing is so good. I think he is much better than that so-and-so."
A security guard next to Song Jie suddenly asked, but unfortunately Ou Fan heard him not far behind him.
As soon as she undergoes plastic surgery, her face is instantly distorted, and her porcelain-white cheeks lose their powder crazily.
Looking at the man on the stage, the jealousy in my heart has reached an all-time high.
I originally thought that the person on stage was just a country bumpkin, but who would have known that he could sing such a difficult golden song to such an extent, and judging from his performance on stage, he was much better than himself.
Under the strong stimulation at this moment, Ou Fan couldn't wait to immediately regain the position he lost today.
However, he can go from being a bar singer to signing with a record company. He is definitely not an idiot. Since he has signed a contract, some things cannot be revealed clearly, but there are many people in this circle who do dirty work.
A sneer flashed from the corner of his mouth, do you dare to mess with me?
"Go and find out what this person's background is first," Ou Fan said to the assistant on the side, and added, "Don't alarm Song Jie, you can take care of the rest."
I have to continue to build a reputation here, and there are some people I can't afford to offend.
Unlike yesterday when everyone picked up their mobile phones and used them as light sticks, today everyone listened quietly.
The song reached its final climax. Qin Jian's singing and Yiye's flute were completely intertwined at this moment. The two people back to back seemed to have a special resonance with each other at a certain moment.
Ye Yi's heart was completely pierced by Qin Jian's singing at this moment.
"Ah~ I'm not afraid of the pain of lovesickness."
"Are you afraid of getting hurt"
"I only blame people for being in the wind"
“It’s not up to me to gather or disperse.”
"Ah ~ you are not afraid that I will be alone"
"I'm just afraid you'll be lonely"
"Nowhere to say separation sorrow"
When the music stops, it’s hard to be quiet.
Every lyric that touches the heartstrings, every resonance of the piano and flute that is left blank, has become an eternal moment, and disappeared in that moment.
Those who are lucky enough to listen are undoubtedly lucky.
"Ding, the limited time mission [Collaboration of Singing and Playing] has been completed."
"Ding, because the number of worship points obtained within the limited time exceeds three times the mission requirements, I will receive an additional mission reward."
"Ding, congratulations to the contractor for receiving the mission reward [Item Evolution Card]"
"Ding, congratulations to the contractor for receiving the additional mission reward [Chris' Crazy Potion]"
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Sometimes happiness is so simple.
The corners of Qin Jian's mouth raised in a perfect arc, and he held the microphone stand again.