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364. An Annual Report Reiko and the Scavengers

'One year.'

'Qin Jian completed 52 parts and one movement of classical piano repertoire.'

...

Let's take a look at what exactly he has accomplished.

...

'If you barely include the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, there are 5 concertos, 2 by Lage and 3 by Uncle Mo.'

‘Uncle Pei’s Sonata, Pathetic, Passionate, Moonlight and Tempest plus the first in F minor, well, 5 pieces.’

‘Prokofiev’s War Sonatas 2’

‘Czerny 740 etudes, 5 pieces.’

‘Uncle Mo’s sonatas, k545, k279, k331, k330, k283, and the first movement of k284.’

"So even five and a half songs are enough."

Qin Jian thought for a moment and continued to write on the note in front of him.

As the last customer in the corner cafe, he had the right to quietly enjoy the piano music in his ears.

He was very familiar with this music.

Playing Love – 1900.

He didn't know whether Shen Qingci liked it or Liao Linjun liked it. In short, the cycle was repeated every morning in the Coffee Table Piano Hall.

Anyway, he liked it very much, and the person who played the music had good taste.

‘And Mombo, the girl in the garden, ps: Elk’s unhappy Christmas’

The nib of the pen beats to the rhythm of a waltz, and he wrote fluently, except for the occasional memories that he needed to stop for.

'17 Chopin etudes, 3 preludes, 3 mazurkas, that's 23.'

In comparison, Liszt, who is also the romantic piano twin, is too thin to watch.

‘Liszt 1, bell.’

'Bach is also very uncomfortable, there is only one ensemble piece, The Good Shepherd, bwv208.'

'If we count it as an ensemble, then we have to complete k448 with Duan Ran.'

‘These two songs can be considered as one.’

A post-it note was filled with eloquent writing.

Qin Jian counted, "52 and a half poems."

With emotion in his heart, he continued to write——

'In one year, Qin Jian completed 52 classical piano pieces and one movement.'

With a sigh, he crossed his left hand and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"wrong."

He drew two horizontal lines through the number 52 and rewrote '53.'

An additional stroke was added, 'Chris' Piano Variations No. 7, No. 1.'

moment.

‘Qin Jian’s annual works list.’

a long time.

Qin Jian smiled. At this time, the horizon outside the window had been rendered into a red cloud.

He raised his pen again.

...

The first ray of morning light entered the coffee shop, and the waitress Reiko breathed a sigh of relief after working all night.

She knew she was about to get off work, and it was another ordinary night shift, except for the customer who came in in the middle of the night.

It wasn't appropriate to call him a guest. The man just asked me for a few notes and a pen, and nothing more happened.

She didn't even order the cheapest cup of grapefruit tea.

But since the other person is pretty good-looking, I just treat him as a down-and-out writer.

At least in the lonely second half of the night, I can still have someone to share piano music with.

Reiko can't play the piano, but that doesn't stop her from loving it passionately.

If you walk into her hut, people will definitely be shocked.

I let out another big sigh of relief.

She felt like she could hardly open her eyes.

"Hello."

"A cup of hot milk and a piece of cake."

A gentle voice interrupted her.

I don't know when the man walked to the counter.

Reiko steeled herself and opened her eyes wide. The collar and sleeves of this man's white shirt were a little wrinkled, which affected the beauty of what he wore.

But up close, he is more eye-catching, and he looks a bit familiar.

Maybe Reiko feels this way when she sees handsome guys.

"Sir, please choose the cake over here. Do you want milk with sugar?" she replied politely and professionally.

"Unsweetened."

Qin Jian looked at the rows of exquisite cakes and didn't know what to choose. This was too difficult for him.

Reiko had already poured the milk. Looking at the man in front of her with his frown and his shabby shirt, she probably thought that she had had such trouble before and suddenly said, "Don't you know which one to choose?"

?”

This should not sound like a server, sound like a friend.

Qin Jian nodded, "Yes."

"Then choose this one."

Reiko took the initiative and took out a piece of pine nut cream cake from the corner of the cupboard. This may not be the most delicious piece, but it is the cheapest piece here.

Qin Jian thought this piece was good at first glance, raised his head and thanked him: "Thank you."

"Total 37.8."

Qin Jian paid the money and was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Are there any candles?"

Reiko raised her eyebrows, confirming her thoughts even further. The other party was as poor as herself. Who among the rich would buy such a cake? Maybe it looked like a birthday cake now.

"Birthday candles?" is still the polite answer.

Qin Jian nodded again, "I only want one."

Reiko also nodded, a woman's imagination is so boundless.

Is it his child? Is he a dad? What a young dad.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and he took out a particularly beautifully packaged box from the cabinet, with only a candle inside.

Reiko smiled and said, "I'll give it to you."

Qin Jian didn't think too much. He thought the candle was a gift, or he just said, "Thank you."

After taking the box, he turned around and left. The street was gradually becoming lively.

After sending away the last guest, Reiko felt refreshed. For some reason, she felt that she had gained a kind of spiritual satisfaction. This satisfaction made her decide to cut a piece of music.

The prelude to the first movement of K466 sounded, with charming minor-key string music.

Every time at this moment, Reiko felt that she had entered a classical piano world of her own.

Even though she can't play the piano.

...

...

‘This annual list of works is a gift.’

...

The sky was completely bright.

A scavenger was surprised to find something when he passed by the door of the coffee shop.

He quickly walked to a trash can not far away.

He thought he was dazzled.

On the trash can, there was an unburned candle on a piece of exquisite cake. He looked around and picked up the cup on the side.

Still hot.

He took a sip, and the mellow milk made him feel warm. He hadn't drank hot milk for a long time.

Thank you to this kind person.

He thought to himself, and then picked up the cake. Although someone had bitten off a corner of the cake, it did not prevent it from being a delicious breakfast.

The scavengers took away the cake and milk.

He turned around and left, heading towards a trash can.

The camera zooms out further and further

On the trash can behind him, next to the burned out candle, there seemed to be a few burnt pieces of paper.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black gray catkins drifted to the distance of the city with the wind.

There are stars in the sky.

Among them was a yellowed and curved page.

Only a corner remains.

You can still vaguely see some writing on it.

‘Happy birthday, Lao Ke’

...

In the new year, life will continue.

...

December 6, 2014.

clear.

Today's Haishi Conservatory of Music is even more lively.


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