398. Looking at each other on both ends of the road: Cheers to Teacher Ye!
Qin Jian opened the message and found a photo.
He has seen this photo countless times in WeChat Moments since last night. Almost everyone around him has posted it, but the accompanying copy is different.
The photo is a snapshot of all the members standing in a row in front of the stage after Rock Canon ended last night. Everyone happened to have not taken off their masks and headgear.
Seeing a band-aid on the hole in the teddy bear's belly, Qin Jian smiled and quickly edited a message.
Let it go: I was in Teacher Shen’s office just now. Where did you find this photo?
moment.
Duan Duan Duan Duan sent an emoji with a kitten nodding, "The official WeChat account of Hua Guo Conservatory of Music has just been uploaded"
Meager? Qin Jian had never touched anything like Weibo before, so after hearing what Duan Ran said, he casually downloaded one.
Let it go: It’s almost four o’clock and you’re still not sleeping, so you don’t have to get up early tomorrow.
Duan Duan Duan Duan: I can’t sleep! The dog in the garden next door keeps barking!!
Let It Go: Are you home?
Let it go: When did you get home?
Duan Duan Duan Duan:??
Duan Duan Duan Duan: Didn’t I tell you yesterday?
Qin Jian thought for a moment and slapped his forehead. Duan Ran told himself yesterday afternoon that it was Christmas school holiday and she was a little scared to be alone at school and wanted to go home for a few days. He also asked her to go back early and not wait until the evening.
Walk.
But when I woke up today, I completely forgot about it.
Without avoiding Duan Ran's question, Qin Jian replied: Sorry, sorry, sorry, I remembered.
The implication was that I had indeed forgotten it just now.
However, he didn't say much. He simply forgot. It would be better to explain it simply and clearly than to explain too much.
Duan Ran was still a little unhappy at first, but when he thought about how busy the other party was these two days, it was just a trivial matter for him to go home.
As she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt that her tone when typing just now was a little too serious. She now looked like she was questioning the other person.
When I saw the other party sending three apologies in a row, I could feel that the other party was sincerely apologizing through the screen.
Duan Ran felt a little uncomfortable and felt a little guilty.
Thinking of this, I simply stopped typing and sent a voice message directly.
"Is the pen easy to use?"
The clear and melodious voice didn’t have the slightest hint of laziness before going to sleep.
Qin Jian's right hand holding the phone jumped twice unconsciously.
moment.
He also replied softly in his voice: "It's easy to use."
The speech was not fast, sounded a bit gentle, and took 2 seconds.
After releasing the 'press and speak' button, he also sent a picture to Duan Ran.
The picture is a few sections of hand-drawn music score of La San. Next to the music book is a black pen.
This pen is Duan Ran's Christmas gift to Qin Jian this year.
Duan duan duan duan: Hehe~
As if nothing had happened just now, the two chatted for a while about the departure time of La San and Qin Jian.
After only about four or five minutes, Duan Ran said he was sleepy.
Oddly enough, the dog in the garden next door was still barking, but Duan Ran felt that he could fall asleep this time.
"Good night."
"Good morning."
Taking one last look at the two figures in the background photo of the chat, she set an alarm for 9:30 in the morning, then clasped the phone and put it back on the pillow, then retracted her hands into the quilt, curled up into a ball, and then
No more movement.
Not long after, the sound of even breathing sounded in the bedroom.
At this time, the night sky in Paris was already bright outside the window, and Duan Ran could still sleep for five hours.
But she never had to sleep in.
...
In the sunny office on the other side, Fang Xiaoyu became less and less nervous, except for the pile of money pressed on the piano that made her heart heavy.
After finishing the rendition of the revolutionary etude once again, she stopped and looked at Shen Qingci aside.
Shen Qingci asked Fang Xiaoyu to play the same clip four times. Every time, he wanted to interrupt the other party midway but couldn't help but want to continue listening.
After watching it four times, even though he still couldn't hear clearly enough in some places, for example, the second half of the slide sequence would cause the other party to suddenly accelerate.
But he could still see clearly how Fang Xiaoyu's wrist rotated when he played.
At least so far, he has not seen any child who can press the height of his wrist below the level of the keyboard while playing the piano without affecting the overall smoothness and volume of the music.
"Um."
Shen Qingci wanted to say something more about finger techniques, but after thinking about it, he changed the words to something else.
“Since the piano does not require breathing to produce sound, most people’s syntax is often missing and incomplete.
He felt that at least for now, he had not figured out how to guide Fang Xiaoyu's finger technique in playing.
“That’s why it’s so important to incorporate breathing features into your phrasing.”
As Shen Qingci spoke, Fang Xiaoyu secretly remembered it in his heart.
Suddenly Shen Qingci's voice changed, "How many of Chopin's etudes have you practiced?"
Fang Xiaoyu replied: "Teacher Shen, I have only practiced two songs."
"How much practice has 740 "Cherny" done?"
Shen Qingci's question again made Fang Xiaoyu feel a little embarrassed, "Teacher Shen, I have never practiced 740."
Shen Qingci just asked casually, and unexpectedly got another interesting answer. However, he did not continue to ask, "You will be exposed to a lot of Chopin's works in the future."
"Before this, you need to establish a concept. The long lines and phrasing in Chopin's music are not only a means of training the ears and body coordination, but also a good means of improving a pianist's understanding of syntax and how to use the concept of breathing on the piano.
"
"Is it easy to understand?"
Fang Xiaoyu nodded, "Thank you, Teacher Shen."
Shen Qingci waved his hand and stood up from the piano, "There is still a month."
As he spoke, he took the money from the piano and stuffed it into the outer pocket of Fang Xiaoyu's schoolbag.
"I think you still have time to work harder."
...
This sentence "You still have time to work harder" always sounds full of fantasy.
Fang Xiaoyu herself had never really considered coming to Hua Guo Conservatory of Music to study, but after watching yesterday's party and seeing the various sounds of piano practice coming from the piano room, she instinctively yearned for this place.
Got up.
After Fang Xiaoyu came out of the office, Qin Jian simply asked her if she was nervous. She said she was not nervous, and then Qin Jian went in.
When Qin Jian came out, he took away the pile of money from Fang Xiaoyu's bag and entered the office again.
...
"Let's go."
When he came out again, Qin Jian's expression looked much more relaxed. Fang Xiaoyu followed him and wanted to ask something, but she didn't know how.
Qin Jian didn't ask her about the class just after she left the teaching building.