Chapter 23 Teachers and students or sisters and brothers? He Jing's thoughts and gratitude
"Hey, Teacher He."
Qin Jian clicks hands-free.
"Have your body recovered?"
"Um."
“Come to the office.”
"Now?"
Qin Jian touched his croaking stomach, at least he had to have a taste of it first.
"Now."
"Old He..."
Didi... The other party hung up...the phone rang out.
This woman had a bit of humanity the night before yesterday, but she had never seen her this day and looked cold again.
Qin Jian simply cleaned up the piano room and left.
...
Second floor of the teaching building, office door.
Qin Jian stuffed his last bite of bread into his mouth.
He gently buckled the door twice.
"Enter."
Qin Jian gently pushed open the door, and a sweet fragrance like water came to his face. He Jing sat upright behind the desk, wearing a light yellow shirt, with a light makeup on his face, and folded up his long hair, and a few strands of broken hair fell into fullness.
On both sides of his forehead, he looked more like a white-collar beauty in an office.
"I'm sure there is no problem with my body?" He Jing put down the pen in his hand.
"It's all right."
Qin Jian withdrew his gaze, walked to the chair next to the desk and sat down.
"I watched your exam video forty-three times."
Forty-three times!
This... takes about three hours.
Qin Jian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Before the competition track is set, Qin Jian, there are a few questions you must answer me seriously."
He Jing said as he got up and came to the door, locking the door with a "click".
Here comes, it is indeed a plot that cannot be escaped.
But I didn't think about how to explain all this.
Qin Jian suddenly felt a little restless.
"Is your body uncomfortable again?"
Looking at Qin Jian who was constantly wiping sweat, He Jing hurriedly handed over two tissues.
"No, no, please ask if you have any questions."
Qin Jian gave up, let’s take one step at a time.
"Okay," He Jing nodded, "The first question is, have you been privately looking for a teacher to learn piano outside?"
"No."
"The second question is, since you were six years old, no one has taught you to play Chopin, and I have never heard of you practicing Chopin, so what is the Chopin Revolution Etude you played in the exam room?"
what to do?
Qin Jian could pretend to be Zhao Yu outside, but when facing the woman in front of him, he didn't want to tell lies.
Very difficult.
"I'm fine with playing."
Qin Jian's answer was unreasonable.
"Play it?" He Jing smiled, but she was not so happy in her smile, "I'll ask you again."
"What's going on?"
This time, He Jing's tone was mixed with a hint of anger.
After a while.
"I really play it myself, but I ended up playing it. As for the temporary change of the exam, I just want to play it for you."
"I originally wanted to give you a surprise."
Qin Jian was full of affection and said so much that he almost believed him.
Could it be that I blamed him wrong?
He Jing's pair of dark eyes magnified slightly without any trace.
Seeing the boy in front of me, my face turned a little dim, and I suddenly realized whether I had thought it was wrong from the beginning.
But if it is true as he said, then over the years, everyone may have overlooked a problem.
He may be really a genius.
Thinking of this, He Jing calmed down his emotions and his words softened a lot: "Sorry, I shouldn't doubt you."
"You did a good job, and Teacher Qin and I are proud of you."
The atmosphere in the office suddenly eased again.
Qin Jian's eyes rolled, and it seemed that he had passed the test for the time being.
Just as Qin Jian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the words in his ears made him tighten his body again.
"Then, can I play it again?" He Jing, who had always been strong, asked Qin Jian with a rare timid attitude, "I have watched the video more than 40 times, but I still haven't seen some of the details you were playing clearly.
Can you demonstrate it to me again?”
As he spoke, he suddenly changed from a cold goddess to an older sister next door.
Although Qin Jian was completely unable to adapt to this contrast psychologically.
But he didn't want to refuse either, but it didn't allow it in the actual situation.
Alas~
Everything is a kind lie, my god, dad, don't blame me~
"May not," Qin Jian waved his hand and said, "Listen to my explanation, because my body has not recovered yet, it takes too much energy to play once, so..."
"I see."
He Jing looked like she suddenly realized her mind. No wonder she wiped her sweat as soon as she entered the door. It turned out that her health was still recovering.
Moreover, Qin Jian said that when he devoted himself to music performance, he would consume a lot of energy.
Everyone with stage experience has had this experience.
.....
The following communication became much easier, and He Jing thoroughly analyzed the content about next month's competition.
It turns out that what I heard about in my previous life was just some superficial content.
"Because the piano group is a big group, the entire competition system is complete, from the preliminary round to the 4/1 final, semi-final, and finally the final."
While explaining the competition system, He Jing analyzed the situation in front of Qin Jian, "Your goal is to win as long as you can reach the 30-man preliminary round and enter the 4/1 final, and the rest will be left to fate."
"Wait," Qin Jian was a little confused, "Why are there only 30 people in the preliminary round, that's the small?"
"Do you think the quota for this competition is Dabaicai?"
"Although it is a national competition, there is only one piano quota in each province," He Jing paused and glanced at Qin Jian with complicated eyes, "As far as I know, the quota in your hands is our province
The only piano entry volume this year.”
"Really and false!"
Qin Jian felt an inexplicable pressure instantly, and the problem rose several levels.
If you lose someone at that time, it will not only be a matter of your own face.
"Is Mr. Lin too hasty?"
"You don't have to worry about anything else, just prepare with peace of mind." He Jing changed his voice, "I'll remind you again in the end."
"30 players entered the 20th in the preliminary round, and 8 more players were eliminated in the 4/1 final, with only 12 people remaining in the semi-finals, and only 6 people could participate in the final.
"If you can go to the end, it means you have to prepare three off-score works, because each song cannot be repeated."
"If you want to get to the last step, you must make sufficient preparations, although from the perspective of time, you are too late."
"It should be four songs?" Qin Jian asked.
"The final song was finally designated by the contestants, and no one would know in advance, and each session was different."
He Jing picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"How long have you practiced revolution?"
The sudden problem made Qin Jian feel embarrassed again and said casually, "It's about 15 days."
He Jing nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, take this stack of scores back, choose two, and practice it yourself." As he said that, he clamped the spread out on the table in front of him and pushed it in front of Qin Jian, "There are all the exercise precautions I marked on it.
, and some experiences summarized over the years.”
Looking at this slightly old-fashioned old-fashioned shop, Qin Jian suddenly hesitated.
"this."
"I was originally planning to give it to you when you were 18 years old next year." He Jing smiled, "Just pretend to give it to you in advance and keep it."
Qin Jian suddenly felt that the score stand in his hand became heavier.
"Okay, go ahead and practice the piano well. We can discuss any questions, although I can no longer teach you anything."
He Jing's understatement pressed Qin Jian's chest like a big stone.
"Qin Jian, since I was a child, I have always felt that your talent is better than mine." He Jing said as she stranded her hair on her forehead, for a moment, "I have always hoped that you can be better, don't blame me."
This moment.
Qin Jian felt that he could not breathe at all.
Qin Jian felt wronged, but I don’t know who it was for.
All the words were squeezed into my throat, but I couldn't say a word.
The hot office has become extremely quiet.
moment.
"sister."
"Thank you."
Qin Jian felt that he could never stay here again.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, He Jing's voice sounded again in his ears.
"Let's go home this weekend. I went back last week. Teacher Qin and Aunt Fang miss you very much. I said you are busy practicing piano and studying, so you can't come back."
......
"Thanks."
With a light sound, the office was closed again.
...
In the office, He Jing rubbed her temples with both hands and supported her on the desk.
Sister, it has been a long time since I heard this title.
"Are you really a competent sister?"
He Jing shook his head bitterly, his heart full of self-blame. What he could not escape in his mind was the shaking shoulders behind the boy's turn, and the dark piano tattoo on his left hand.