Chapter 233 The sound of the flute that has not been heard for a long time
"when."
"when----."
As the sound of the piano fell completely, Ye Taotao put away his hands in a decent manner.
From his expression to his posture, he looks like he has the charm of Qin Jian.
"Taotao, sit down and don't move." Qin Jian pushed the piano stool from behind, then walked around to the other side of the piano and raised the soundboard. In an instant, the momentum of SK-5 came out.
"Put your fingertips up, do it again, and listen to your own voice with your ears."
Ye Taotao nodded and said, raising his hand again.
The piano sound sounded clearer and louder than before.
"Well, the sound is much better."
Nodding, Qin Jian glanced at the dining table. Two dishes were steaming, and bells were still ringing in the kitchen.
...
After the relaxing and enjoyable piano lesson.
"Uncle, I want to hear you play the piano very fast."
Ye Taotao supported the piano bench with both hands, exerted force on her body, and her short legs instantly fell to the ground, giving up her position in front of the piano.
"What is a fast piano?" Qin Jian said and sat in front of the piano.
"It sounds fast." Ye Taotao gestured with his hands in the air, fluttering his ten tiny fingers quickly, and then looked at Qin Jian expectantly.
"Understood."
"Don't blink."
Qin Jian smiled at Ye Taotao, and the piano sounded.
The solemn Psalm Escape seemed to light up the piano instantly, and the rapid decomposition of triads and seventh chords flowed gorgeously.
Qin Jian turned his head and did not look at the keyboard, but just let his arms swing back and forth with his body.
Ye Taotao, on the other hand, stared at the dazzling hands on the keyboard and opened his mouth for a moment.
After about two minutes, the music stopped.
"The SK-5 still has a better sound and feel."
Qin Jian thought to himself and put away his hands.
When Fu Qin turned around, he saw Ye leaning on the door frame of the kitchen, looking over here from a distance.
Following Qin Jian's gaze, Ye Yi raised his hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, moved them around the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the dining table with a smile.
At this time, three dishes and three bowls of rice were placed on the table.
"It sounds great. Uncle, when can I play this song?"
"When you grow up to be like my sister."
"Let's go, Taotao, dinner is ready."
...
The brightly colored stir-fried pork made Qin Jian open his index finger to see it.
Ever since Qin Jian expressed his fondness for this dish, he must have this dish every time he comes to have a meal.
"tasty."
Qin Jian gestured with his thumbs again, and Ye Taotao also moved his chopsticks and clicked his lips.
The sound of dishes and chopsticks intertwined under the bright lights, creating a warm atmosphere.
...
After the meal, Ye Taotao consciously ran to the second floor to play with the piano keys in her arms.
The two adults in the living room continued the topic they had not finished discussing last time.
A very in-depth topic
On the topic of music teaching.
...
One day a year later, when Ye Yi came back from the hospital, he passed by a children's music training institution near the community and saw a recruitment advertisement posted outside the door.
‘Recruiting professional teachers of Dixiao’
So the next day, with the mentality of giving it a try, Ye Yi went to the interview carrying his musical instrument bag.
Despite the communication barriers, she got the job thanks to her excellent professionalism.
One-on-one, 100 per class, and after splitting it 40-60 with the training institution, Ye Yi got 40.
Although Qin Jian was dissatisfied with the price, he didn't say anything.
Since Ye Yi left Busty Alley, Qin Jian didn't know what other sources of income she had, but he knew how strong Ye Yi was, so he didn't say anything about it.
Furthermore, the music education market environment in Nanshi has always been like this. Even if undergraduates who have just graduated from Nanshi Conservatory of Music apply for jobs, the results will be just like this.
Besides, Ye Yi doesn't have that diploma yet.
However, Qin Jian knew that Ye Yi was capable, but lacked a platform.
...
"Why."
Qin Jian sighed and looked at the neat syllabus notes in front of him.
From the introduction of Xiao to the types of Xiao...
From the method of holding Xiao and pressing holes to the method of breathing...
From playing knowledge to fingering training...
From the shape of the mouth to the breath, the tone of the mouth, and the relationship between the tone of the mouth...
From the breath to the tongue and the relationship between the fingers...
From playing knowledge to
Ten densely packed pages, it should be there.
...
Three days ago, Qin Jian suggested to Ye Yi to write a brief syllabus.
What he said was a 'short' outline.
...
Seeing Qin Jian sighing, Ye Yi thought that his writing was not good, so he made a few gestures in embarrassment.
Qin Jian couldn't understand the gestures, but he could understand the other person's expression.
"Was this written in the past few days?" Qin Jian asked.
Ye nodded.
Qin Jian's eyes once again crossed the page in front of him.
After a while, he said, "Why don't you just publish a book?"
Seeing Qin Jian's different reactions before and after, Ye Yi opened his mouth in surprise. Then seeing Qin Jian's smiling face, he couldn't help but glare at him with a coquettish look.
"I mean it."
Qin Jian thought for a moment and put a few pages of paper on the coffee table. "I suggest you continue writing."
"Just follow this train of thought for the time being, there will be no problem."
Ye Yi nodded and smiled.
Next, the two discussed the issue of flutes and flutes for a while, during which Ye Yi took out different musical instruments and gave Qin Jian various demonstrations.
Time passed quickly.
Before leaving, Qin Jian once again assigned Ye Taotao a new task.
Ye Yize sent Qin Jian to the gate of the community.
The two said goodbye.
Back in room 1401, Ye tidied up the dining table and kitchen.
Then he returned to the living room and sat in front of the coffee table.
moment.
He took out a purple bamboo flute from his backpack, held it against his chest, raised his chest and raised his head, and sat upright.
I recalled my grandfather's words again in my mind, and adjusted the angle between my arms and body from time to time. After finding the most comfortable position, I blew gently for a while.
Then he put the instrument aside, picked up the pen, bent down and continued writing on the paper.
"Play while seated..."
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the other side.
Returning to the Ink Painting Garden, Qin Jian memorized the vocabulary for a while and did math problems for a while before taking a rest.
Early the next morning,
When the alarm clock rang at six o'clock, I got up on time.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he took a deep breath.
Qin Jian took the German textbook and came to the computer and began to babble.
A new day begins.
And the dawn outside the window is getting shorter and shorter.
...
In the blink of an eye, another week has passed.
Qin Jian's daily life is the same as before, except that he goes to Ye Taotao for a class every two or three days.
Grab a meal by the way.
With the arrival of Labor Day, people across the country are taking another holiday with great joy.
But Qin Jian doesn't have a holiday.
After finishing his four-hour morning exercise, Qin Jian was in the kitchen thinking about what to eat.
at this time.
"Click."
There was a sound of unlocking.
The next second.
The door was pushed open.
Looking at the familiar figure outside the door, Qin Jian looked happy.