The office of the head of the piano department in the teaching building has been expanded.
When Qin Jian arrived, Natsuki Aso was already waiting here in advance.
"Early Summer Tree."
"Good morning, senior brother."
Sweet, Qin Jian felt that these two words became more and more pleasant to his ears.
"The office is not open?"
"I knocked on the door, Teacher Shen probably hasn't come yet."
Today is Tuesday, and they have piano lessons at 8:30.
Shen Qingci usually comes an hour early, but I don't know what's going on today.
It was almost 8:40, but the corridor was still quiet. The cleaning man had already mopped the corridor twice.
"I'll call and ask."
As Qin Jian said this, he just took out the phone, and then there was a rush of footsteps at the top of the stairs.
The two of them looked at each other.
Five seconds later, Shen Qingci's figure appeared in the corridor.
Although he looked unfazed, his hair was still a bit messy.
Moreover, Qin Jian has not seen Shen Qingci without shaving for a long time.
...
"Have you two been waiting for a long time?"
Shen Qingci opened the door and asked the two people behind him.
"without."
"Um."
Two different answers sounded at the same time.
Obviously Shen Qingci appreciates people who tell the truth more, "Xia Shu, you come first."
Qin Jian was ordered to clean up the office.
Accompanied by Lage's music and painting etudes, Qin Jian made a cup of tea for Shen Qingci, and then picked up the broom.
After a lot of busy work, the entire office was not only much cleaner, but Qin Jian also made an important discovery. According to his observation and smell analysis, a woman had been in this office in the past three days, and she had stayed here for a long time.
There is still a very fragrant perfume smell left on the chair opposite Shen Qingci's desk. It is not low-grade goods at first sight. Moreover, there are two tissues under the chair that have been used to wipe the mouth, and there are marks of lipstick on the tissues.
Coupled with Shen Qingci's vision this morning, this had to make Qin Jian think of something in one way or another.
There's something going on here.
His intuition told him that something was wrong with Shen Qingci behind Sister Lin Jun's back?
When this terrible thought popped up in his mind for the first time, an even more terrible thought followed - "Who should I side with?"
Qin Jian couldn't help but smacked his lips, feeling that his inner drama was too much.
"Not bad, there is progress."
On the other side, five meters away, Shen Qingci affirmed Aso Natsuki's touch on the keys.
Xia Shu finished the music and painting etude, and Shen Qingci sat in front of the piano next to Xia Shu.
"La Er."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves clearly.
"Watch your speed."
The moment he opened the piano cover, Natsuki's piano played.
From pianissimo to crescendo, a bell-like chord sounded.
It was as full of power as yesterday in the piano room.
The moment Xia Shu's last chord reached its peak, Shen Qingci moved.
Qin Jian knew that Shen Qingci was finally going to play accompaniment for them, and he suddenly felt excited inside.
A very natural impulse.
Qin Jian swept away the last bit of rubbish, quickly came to the middle of the two pianos, and began to admire them quietly.
This scene is not common.
The two of them cooperated tacitly, and Shen Qingci used his own music, with a symphonic color, to lead Xia Shu forward.
Every time he watched Shen Qingci play the piano up close, Qin Jian felt that the other person was so unfathomable.
This time, he had to admire the opponent's ability to control phrasing and tone.
Although any classical piano lover can tell who is the lead player at this time, they can't help but focus on the supporting role of the so-called accompanist.
This is really cool~
Qin Jian was sighing in his heart when suddenly.
"stop."
After a pause, Shen Qingci put away his hands, and Xia Shu also stopped and faded away from the emotion of the music, looking at Shen Qingci seriously.
"Too fast, Natsuki."
quick?
Qin Jian quickly thought about the reasons behind these words. From the perspective of his audience, Xia Shu's speed was not fast. He knew that the speed mentioned by Shen Qingci did not simply refer to speed, but to the mood of the music.
speed.
He and Natsuki also discussed this issue yesterday. To be fair, La Er is not as ethereal and difficult to understand as written in many music reviews, nor is it as simple and profound as German and Austrian music, nor as melodious and romantic as English and French music.
It is produced by Rach, which has a Russian national flavor that hits your face as soon as it is played.
This smell has never been disturbed since Xia Shu played.
So what's the problem?
"listen."
moment.
Shen Qingci raised his hand, and upon seeing this, Qin Jian quickly moved closer, staring at the other person's hand.
The next second.
Shen Qingci opened his big hands and then fell down.
A very common process of raising the hand and lowering the key.
"When——"
"When—"
"When————"
"When——"
...
One is long and one is short, one is light and one is heavy.
It still feels like a bell, but starting from the first "dang" which sounds the weakest, every subsequent sound carries a deep power.
The distance between the notes seems to have stretched over centuries, and has gone through countless hardships.
Every sound hit the listener's chest firmly, buzzing like a bell, but under Shen Qingci's fingers.
It all gives people a sense of oppression that makes it hard to breathe.
Too heavy.
Like a rickety body slowly moving forward in the vast Siberian plain.
Just when the picture in Qin Jian's mind was about to unfold, the music in his ears stopped.
"do you understand?"
This question is asking Xia Shu, and it also seems to be asking Qin Jian.
"Teacher, I understand."
Seeing Xia Shu nod, Shen Qingci's eyes fell on Qin Jian's face.
Qin Jian also nodded.
"Start from the beginning."
The music was playing at the same speed, but this time Aso Natsuki felt that it was not as fast as before.
...
Aso Natsuki said she understood, and then she did.
Qin Jian also nodded, but he was not sure whether he could do as well as the other party in the first time.
After the complete first movement ended, Shen Qingci came to give oral explanations and demonstrations to the two of them.
Sometimes he will play the accompaniment part, and sometimes he will play the lead part.
Shen Qingci almost avoided talking about some invisible things in music. His explanations all started from the music score marks themselves, and then extended them bit by bit.
Without noticing any movement of time, it was already an hour and a half later when Shen Qingci finished speaking the first movement.
"Okay, I performed well last week. I'll go back and continue practicing this week. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."
"Thank you, Teacher Shen. I will continue to work hard."
Xia Shu stood up and bowed respectfully, then put away the music on the music table, stood aside and gave up the piano to Qin Jian.
Qin Jian relaxed his chest, he was a little nervous.
At least until today, he has never played the Latin instrument accompanied by Shen Qingci.
But before he sat down, Shen Qingci closed the piano cover and stood up. "You go ahead and play," he said, picking up the tea Qin Jian made and walking to the window.
Glancing at Xia Shu, who was standing aside obediently, Qin Jian secretly felt partiality in his heart.
After a few breaths.
Qin Jian lowered his fingers lightly.
Three clear and powerful notes had just sounded, and a "stop" interrupted him.
Shen Qingci turned his head and said, "I'm talking about musical scales."
Aso Natsuki accidentally laughed, Qin Jian shrugged, this time he was smarter, "Teacher Shen, what scale is it?"