Half a month later, the new students in Bor ushered in their first short vacation.
Four days is neither long nor short, enough for them to go home and relax for a few days.
The campus was quiet.
...
"I'll have to wait until November next time I go home."
The door of 304's piano room was open, and the convection breeze blew through, making the piano room feel cool and cool.
Qin Jian leaned against the doorrail, looked at Fang Xiaoyu sitting in front of the piano and asked, "Don't you miss home?"
Fang Xiaoyu: "I think so, but my parents are busy and there's no one at home lately."
"What about Shi Yue? Is she still in school?"
"She's back."
Fang Xiaoyu said as she stood up and closed the scale teaching materials on the music stand. This was given to her by Qin Jian in her first lesson.
The lesson that just ended was her third piano lesson in the past half month.
Half an hour ago, she got her first praise.
But this didn't dare to make her angry. She still clearly remembered Qin Jian's anger in the last class.
It’s scary to think about it now.
"The cafeteria is closed, how do you eat these two days?"
"The spicy noodles at the school gate are delicious, and they only cost 4 yuan a bowl!" Fang Xiaoyu bared his teeth and smiled.
"Do you eat spicy noodles every day?"
"Yeah, if I'm too lazy, I'll eat instant noodles in the dormitory."
Qin Jian secretly thought that it would not be a problem to eat spicy noodles and instant noodles for several days in a row.
The school cafeteria is closed, and eating out is so expensive, so Fang Xiaoyu must be reluctant to do so.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost dinner time, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner today."
"No, no, no, no, Teacher Qin," Fang Xiaoyu waved her hands hurriedly: "I will go back to the dormitory to eat in the evening after practicing the piano."
"We won't practice today," Qin Jian said, stepping forward and grabbing the cover of the piano, "pack your things and leave."
Unable to defeat Qin Jian, Fang Xiaoyu had no choice but to give up, pack his things and follow Qin Jian out of school.
"What to eat?"
"I can eat anything. I will eat whatever Teacher Qin eats."
"You like spicy food, right?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Qin Jian took Fang Xiaoyu to the vicinity of Yuehai Square and stopped in front of a Chongqing hotpot restaurant.
"May I?"
“That’s great!”
Sure enough, girls liberate themselves in front of hot pot.
The two of them ordered a table full of hot-pot dishes. Qin Jian felt that he only ate a third of it, and Fang Xiaoyu had eaten the rest.
After eating and drinking, Fang Xiaoyu patted his bulging belly and said, "Thank you for your hospitality!"
Her cute appearance makes people can't help but pinch her little face.
"No thanks," Qin Jian said with a smile, "I don't eat for free. I'll let you help me when I'm alive."
"Ah good!"
...
After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, Fang Xiaoyu followed Qin Jian for about twenty minutes.
"arrive."
The two stopped.
Fang Xiaoyu looked up at the plaque above his head, "Tea Table Piano Hall?"
"That's right," Qin Jian said, taking out an electronic key from his pocket and pressing it with a 'beep' sound.
The next second.
The security door slowly rose.
"bring it on."
As soon as I walked in, the smell of dust hit my face.
"Teacher Qin, where is this?"
Looking at the familiar scenes, Qin Jian recalled the scene of the three of them eating dumplings around the bar.
Hey, I wonder what Uncle Potter is doing now.
After sighing for a moment, he said, "This is an interesting place, let's start working."
"Your task is to clean the first floor. There are tools in the bathroom to the left of the bar. Work slowly so as not to hurt your hands."
"Come to me on the second floor after you're done."
With that said, he walked towards the second floor.
...
Fang Xiaoyu did what he was told, and since he was always quick at work, he cleared out the floor and bar tables, chairs and benches on the first floor in a short time.
After putting the tools back in their original places, I couldn't wait to rush to the second floor.
Because the sound of piano coming from time to time made her even more curious.
The door to the second floor was open, and as soon as she walked in, she saw various grand pianos.
"Wow."
Following the sound, Qin Jian was wearing a white coat, with a tool bag hanging on his waist, and half of his body was buried in the cover of a grand piano.
"Teacher Qin, I'm done."
"Thank you for your hard work. Please press #F on Team 2 for me."
Fang Xiaoyu pressed.
A banging sound.
"Three D's in small letters."
There was another clang.
five minutes later.
Qin Jian got out of the piano and said, "This one is not bad. The strings are not very loose."
As he spoke, he came to the piano, and his left hand started running from the lowest bass, a series of chromatic scales without any pause.
"not bad."
"Done."
"Next one."
"come over."
One after another, with Fang Xiaoyu's help, Qin Jian's efficiency accelerated a lot.
"Teacher Qin, is this piano tuning?
"Yes."
"You are so awesome."
"I don't even scratch the surface. If I have the opportunity to introduce you to a powerful person, the piano he has tuned will make you truly feel that the tone of the piano can really change."
"Wow! He must be a cool person." Fang Xiaoyu filled in the picture in his mind.
Qin Jian suddenly stopped and stuck out half of his head. He didn't understand why Fang Xiaoyu had this understanding, but it was still necessary to remind him.
"He's just a bad old man, he likes to be hugged left and right."
"Ha ha."
The two of them chatted and laughed and continued to work until almost nine o'clock.
All eight pianos have been tuned.
Qin Jian took a photo and sent it to Liao Linjun, along with a message.
Let it go: Sister Lin Jun, everything is fine in the store, rest assured.
...
...
In front of Boer School.
"Good night, Master! Thank you for the hot pot."
Without waiting for Qin Jian's reaction, Fang Xiaoyu ran towards the school gate with a smile.
"Slower."
The girl smiled and shook her head, and Qin Jian walked unsteadily towards the gate of the community.
Today I accomplished another thing.
...
Another half month has passed.
Qin Jian finally got the driver's license he had been waiting for, and he can hit the road starting today.
A good driver is born.
The next day, the admission notice from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music arrived as scheduled.
The time has come to late August.
The day of departure is getting closer and closer.
In the last moment, Qin Jian returned to Yangcheng and stayed at home for two days.
After coming back, he gave Fang Xiaoyu his final lesson, set the music for his art test, and gave him the first part of Chris's Beginner's Guide to Piano.
Revolutionary Etudes and Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8.
"If you have any questions, call me as soon as possible, and subsequent classes will be changed to video classes."
"Don't worry, Master."
Qin Jian renewed the rent of 206 for one year. After all, there are still a lot of He Jing's things here.
After everything was arranged, Qin Jian suspended all practice and spent all the remaining time on the third movement of Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto.
On the last day of departure, I finally played the preliminary third movement.
“The finely crafted part can only wait until school starts.”
In the evening, Qin Jian packed his luggage, and it was only thirteen hours before departure.
According to the registration time on the admission notice, he needs to arrive at the Huaguo Conservatory of Music before tomorrow afternoon.
After resting for a while, Qin Jian left the house.
Before leaving, he felt that he needed to see her.