Three hundred catties of smile: Bro, I’m home, everything goes well
Three hundred pounds of smile: Wrong key
Three Hundred Jin Smile: Well, look at the table to see if there is a box of unopened cigarettes. I seemed to have forgotten to take them when I left...
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Qin Jian thought it was Ye Yi's message, but when he looked closely, he saw it was Fatty's Sanlian.
Looking at the three messages with typos sent by the fat man, Qin Jian burst into laughter.
This stuff is real.
Absolutely.
Let it go: Just get home safely and help me take it to my uncle and aunt.
Let it go: remember what you said and keep going.
Let it go: What smoke? Not seen.
Three hundred pounds of smile: It's over, I actually lost an unopened box of Yellow Crane Tower. If I had known better, I might as well have given it to you.
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Let it go: Zhao Yu, you are really made of urine, goodbye.
Seeing that Ye Yi did not reply to the message, Qin Jian threw the phone aside and continued working in front of the cabinet.
After a while, a large pile of books was packed out.
Qin Jian took out all the piano teaching materials he had practiced from the cabinet. These were the "precious assets" Qin Jian had accumulated over the years since he was a child.
From the little Thompson piano textbooks learned in childhood to Bayer, from Czerny 740 to Moskovsky etudes.
Although some of them were left to him by He Jing, Qin Jian had always kept them well.
Since you have to start from scratch, let’s start from scratch.
Starting today, read each book one by one.
Qin Jian had a vague hunch in his heart that after Chris's "marrow cleansing and bone reshaping" of himself, some subtle changes had indeed taken place in the way he felt when playing the piano.
In addition, I now have a new understanding of key touch and pronunciation, and I have also experienced the mystery of it in the process of practice.
All that's left is practice.
come on.
After cheering himself up, Qin Jian put all the books into his backpack, locked the door and left the dormitory, heading to the piano room.
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In front of the piano, Qin Jian opened the Little Thompson textbook.
Hold your breath and concentrate.
Watching the first little piece "Train".
There are only two notes in the entire score, one do and one re.
On the music score, Qin Jian also marked the crooked numbers 1 and 2 under the notes of the staff with a watercolor pen.
Because the standard musical notation was often beaten from below.
Why.
start.
Qin Jian was like a real piano boy, raising his wrist moment by moment and playing the notes one by one according to the fingering of each note.
The childlike piano sound in the piano room does not seem to be inconsistent with the environment of preparing for the art exam.
Compared with the crazy density of many piano rooms, the fast playing like a storm and the fierce confrontation with the instruments, at this time in the 402 piano room, the sound was harmonious, as if the piano itself felt a kind of joy, and every last note contained
mood.
One song after another, and in a short while, Little Thompson's first volume ended.
Without stopping, Qin Jian was immersed in this state of harmonious dialogue with the piano and could not extricate himself, and immediately opened the second volume of Little Thompson.
…..
In less than three hours, Qin Youjian digested all the content he had practiced during his six-year-old childhood.
Each piece is completed strictly according to the fingering method, and is based on the highest standard that one can currently perform.
My fingers felt sore.
I have to sigh in my heart that this guy Chris really has something.
During the break, Qin Jian opened Penguin and received a reply from Ye Yi this time.
Ye Yi: Hello, Brother Jian. I'm sorry. I just finished my work and my reply is a bit late. Then I'll listen to you and just bring it to the store for me tomorrow afternoon. Thank you.
Ye Yi: Brother Jian, I just listened to the song you mentioned. I just practiced it and recorded it. I don’t know if it’s good or not. I’ll send it to you to listen to.
Underneath the two messages is an audio file.
Then came another message after a while.
Ye Zi: If there is anything wrong, Brother Jian, tell me and I will change it.
Qin Jian was a little ashamed, and a little moved in his heart. He obviously wanted to use it for tomorrow's performance, but he still hadn't sorted out the music he was going to play and sing tomorrow. The other party had recorded the music score an hour ago.
Qin Jian turned on the audio, but the noise was a bit loud.
After about 5 seconds, a resentful flute sound slowly flowed out.
The sound of the flute made people's hearts confused, and Qin Jian was once again shocked by the distant sound that seemed to come from the ancient times.
Unconsciously, a layer of goose bumps aroused on my arms.
An ordinary lyrical pop song can actually create such an artistic conception.
This, how is this done?
The mottled flute sound, accompanied by the noise from the mobile phone, gave off the feeling of an old gramophone.
It makes people feel like they are immersed in an old time, in a slow song, and cannot extricate themselves for a long time.
wonderful.
A mouth that cannot speak, but the music played at this time seems to contain thousands of words.
Just when Qin Jian was fully immersed in the music, a cute and immature child's voice suddenly interrupted him.
"It sounds great."
This sudden sound made Qin Jian think that he was hallucinating again. He looked around and saw that besides himself, the only person left in the piano room was Chris, who might have made a sound.
But obviously, what the latter is better at is Jie Jie Jie.
Qin Jian rewinded the audio and listened to it twice more. Sure enough, it was the sound coming from the audio, but the music stopped at this point.
This made Qin Jian a little curious. Is there a child next to her?
Qin Jian turned off the audio, picked up his phone and started editing, typing and deleting, deleting and typing, he really couldn't find the right words to express his emotions, finally.
Let it go: sounds good.
Qin Jian originally wanted to say that you are the best girl I have ever seen, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
inaccurate words.
Let it go: Tomorrow we will use your current version. I think you can let it out a little more in the chorus without hiding so much.
It didn't take long.
Ye Yi: Really? Thank you Brother Jian, I understand, then I will practice more!
Well.
Facing such an enthusiastic girl, Qin Jian really didn't know what else to say.
Bang bang bang, a line of words is typed and sent.
Let it go: Be careful not to disturb the neighbors.
Dang Dang Dang.
There was a rapid knock on the door
"Um?"
Qin Jian hurriedly opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Uncle Ding's dark face was revealed.
"Who am I talking about? You haven't left yet, but you are the only one left in the whole building. Why, do you want to spend the night here?"
It turns out it's already 10 o'clock, I really didn't notice.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ding, I'm just going to pack my things."
But if it works, Qin Jian really hopes to spend the night here. Who would have trouble with experience and money?
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"Goodbye, Uncle Ding."
On the way back to the dormitory, the sound of Ye Yi's flute kept echoing in Qin Jian's mind.
sounds so good.
It's really a pity to have such music in a noisy bar and restaurant.
Considering the shape of the leaves and the ancient flute, how could it not be marketed if it were packaged a little bit?
However, Qin Jian immediately gave up his idea.
Wouldn't it be even more of a pity if such a girl was put in the entertainment industry?