Qin Jian followed the sound of the piano to the door of the piano room, said hello to Uncle Ding and went upstairs.
The first time he walked into the third corridor, he heard the electronic metronome sound of "didi-didi" through the wall.
The speed is about 110 beats.
Arriving in front of the piano room 304, the sound of the piano rang again.
A sequence of arpeggios in the key of B minor.
"The flow is pretty good, and the rhythm of the accents is also present."
Qin Jian affirmed in his heart
"Judging from the timbre, the wrist for playing the legato on the keys is still a bit stiff."
"But it's already good to be able to practice like this in a month."
Qin Jian knew that Fang Xiaoyu should be practicing in the piano room.
At this moment, there was a sound of the door being pushed open in the corridor.
He looked up and saw a girl carrying a cello coming out of the 310 piano room.
It was not dark in the corridor, and the cello girl also noticed Qin Jian immediately, her face was startled, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Shh."
Qin Jian gestured and hissed softly.
The cello girl nodded, walked over slowly, looked at Qin Jian and asked in a low voice with some excitement: "Teacher Qin! Aren't you participating in a competition abroad...Why are you here..."
"The competition is over. I just finished my work recently and happened to stop by today to take a look."
"Oh, will you come back to class?" the girl asked excitedly again.
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Maybe."
It was originally part of his plan to use his vacation time to return to Bor to teach art candidates.
...
After chatting for a while, Qin Jian asked about the recent situation of the school.
"Are you guys going to take the monthly exam so soon?" Qin Jian was a little surprised.
"Yeah, we didn't expect the first monthly exam to come so soon. I heard from the senior fellow students from the previous year that the monthly exam won't start until September."
"Hey," the woman sighed, and the girl said anxiously, "Everyone has been very nervous recently, and they are all afraid of failing the exam."
Qin Jian expressed his understanding of this and said with relief: "The monthly exam is just a stage of learning test for you. The school will formulate the next teaching plan based on your feedback in the exam. It is a good thing to take the exam early, as problems will be discovered and solved early.
"
"Don't worry."
After a pause, she continued: "It's good to have this kind of tension. It will always remind you not to relax, and half a year will pass quickly. Come on."
After listening to Qin Jian's encouragement, the girl's condition obviously improved a lot.
She bowed slightly to Qin Jian and said, "Thank you, I will tell everyone what you said."
"You're welcome. I wish you all good luck in your first monthly exam."
"Hey, see you, Teacher Qin."
"goodbye."
...
Once again, there was only the sound of scales under the metronome in the corridor.
After finishing again, Qin Jian looked at the time, it was already ten past ten.
"The piano room will be closed soon."
After hesitating for a moment, he turned and left the corridor.
Then he sent a message to Fang Xiaoyu.
'Let it go: Are you free tomorrow afternoon around 5:30?'
The piano sound continues.
"Let's go, Uncle Ding."
Just as he walked out of the building, the end of get out of class bell from Qinfanglou came behind him.
After a while.
The phone vibrated.
‘While the breeze is calm: I’m sorry, Teacher Qin! I just turned on my phone! I have time!!’
Qin Jian smiled and stopped.
'Let her go: see you at 5:30, 304, with your Chopin etudes'
‘While the breeze is not dry: Good!!’
moment.
His mind flashed through the scale the other party had just played, and he suddenly thought of something else.
then.
‘Let it go: bring a few more ripe strawberries’
...
Early the next day.
Qin Jian started morning training at 8 o'clock.
After two hours of basic practice, he opened the Chopin etudes and turned to No. 10.op07 in the order of practice.
Start trying out the score.
At half past twelve, cook dinner.
From 1:30 to 2:30, I study driving license subject 1.
Everything is proceeding steadily according to plan.
After finishing the afternoon preview of Mozart's Concerto No. 20 k466, Qin Jian packed up and went out to Bor.
At 5:25, when he pushed open the door of 304's piano room, Fang Xiaoyu was standing beside the clothes rack looking at the music score.
After not seeing each other for a month, Fang Xiaoyu looks a little thinner again.
Seeing Qin Jian come in, she put down her music sheet and said, "Hello, Teacher Qin!"
"Why are you standing here?" Qin Jian closed the door and sat in front of the piano, "Come on, let's go to class."
"ha."
Fang Xiaoyu giggled and quickly moved to Qin Jian's left side.
"How do you feel about practicing scales this month?" Qin Jian asked.
"I feel pretty good. I practice according to the content you assigned every day. When I go back at night, I listen to my recordings during the day and then summarize."
Fang Xiaoyu thought for a while and then said, "The independence of the fingers has improved, but when I press the keys quickly and legato, I still feel that my wrist cannot relax, and then the fingers become a little stiff."
Qin Jian nodded, "Not bad."
Pretty much what he expected.
"Listen carefully and watch my hands."
As he said that, Qin Jian directly raised his hands.
The next second.
Ten fingers flew across the keyboard like the wind, and then blew back again, returning to the starting position.
If you just look at the movements, it is very reminiscent of the heavy sound of the piano.
But Fang Xiaoyu heard exactly the opposite. Not only was the sound of the piano weak, but she also heard that the volume was consistent no matter which range the scale went to.
"Wow!" She couldn't help but admire. Compared with Qin Jian, what she played should not be considered a scale. "Teacher Qin, how did you do it? The weak playing can ensure that the volume of each one is equal."
"Power and touch."
Qin Jian said and looked around, "Where are the ripe strawberries I asked you to bring?"
"I've got it, I've got it, it's in the bag!" Fang Xiaoyu put down the score, opened the bag on the piano, and took out a box of bright red strawberries, "They are all ripe. I picked them one by one and washed them all."
Once it’s clean, you can eat it directly.”
He said and handed it to Qin Jian.
"..."
Qin Jian took the box and weighed it, a little dumbfounded. It was almost two kilograms.
He felt that his words last night might have caused some misunderstanding to the other party.
"I will not eat."
Qin Jian opened the box as he spoke, and a sweet smell hit his nostrils.
He took out one and placed it in the middle C position, and then gave up his position in front of the piano.
"Come on, play this sound through the strawberries."
"There are only two requirements. Don't squeeze the strawberries or let them deform excessively."
"Ah?" Fang Xiaoyu opened his mouth and looked at Qin Jian in surprise.
Qin Jian nodded, "Come on."
Seeing the seriousness on the other party's face, Fang Xiaoyu was a little confused.
However, she still did it.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Xiaoyu placed his right index finger tremblingly on the strawberry.
But the moment she pressed it, she found that the strawberry had shrunk.
Her heart skipped a beat.
He continued to increase the intensity of his fingers.
"when..."
The piano played, but a strawberry was killed.
And judging from Qin Jian's tone, it seemed that he was not satisfied with the sound.
"Next one."
Fang Xiaoyu threw the rotten strawberry in the trash can with some distress and wiped the piano keys dry.