The moonlight shines on the unclosed keyboard, and the dried sweat marks on the white keys are clearly visible. If you look closer, you can even see the fingerprint marks on them.
The traces still bear the delicacy and delicacy of Chopin.
Qin Jian rarely notices these small things, just like some details that have been in his mind for a long time.
When the contradictory life trajectories intertwined at one point, he had to stop, take a look and think about it.
When he realizes something, he has to pay attention.
The new discovery seemed unable to keep him in the wonderful state of surging hormones for a few seconds.
But maybe.
Everything is not that bad.
...
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Qin Jian was awakened by the sound of the door opening.
Huang Cheng opened the door and was not too surprised when she saw Qin Jian getting up from the bed in a daze. This scene was not the third or fourth time, she was used to it.
"Eat some food?" Huang Cheng shook the morning in his hand and closed the door, indicating his intention: "I will do the homework, you can do whatever you want."
Qin Jian sighed and sat up from the bed, "Senior Sister Xie, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
As he said that, he looked at his phone and saw that 8:30 was just the right time. He went back to wash up. Qin Jian stood up and stretched as he thought.
The sour feeling throughout his body reminded him of what his grandma often said about sleeping on a hard bed.
"Bye, senior sister, I'm going back first, I'll be on stage later."
Huang Cheng on one side had already started, but Qin Jian's words made her stop suddenly, "Wait a minute, junior brother, what was the name of the song you played here last time?"
"Whose work?" Qin Jian stopped. He had played more than fifty works in 309.
Huang Cheng shook his head, "No, no, it's not classical, it's jazz."
As she spoke, she hummed.
When Qin Jian heard this, he quickly blinked his eyelashes. He didn't know what to say.
He felt that this shouldn't be a song to be shared, but he didn't want to lie to Huang Cheng either.
""13"."
"Bye-Bye."
After Qin Jian left.
Huang Cheng searched for "Thirteen" in a certain cloud, and three pages of content appeared. He tried it patiently, but the result was disappointing.
But unwilling to give in, she entered '13' in the search bar again, and the content that appeared this time made her even more unhappy.
"What a cheesy name."
"What a pity for a good piece of music."
Huang Cheng's complaint was not really a complaint, but the dizzying list in front of her gave her the idea of opening them one by one.
But Huang Cheng, who always had a strong sense of time, had already wasted 5 minutes, and she felt she should stop.
"Um------"
In the end, her self-discipline defeated her desire.
But just when she was about to close the page, an item from the album titled "He and Piano" suddenly jumped into her focus.
This made her excited.
She even had a strong premonition in her heart, "It must be this one."
Huang Cheng quickly clicked on the song "13".
is it.
As soon as the prelude started playing, Huang Cheng's thoughts started to drift along with the music.
The playful syncopation is carefree, completely different from the deep gentlemanly feeling played by Qin Jian.
...
"This must be played by a pink girl."
...
After the complete song ended, Huang Cheng was hooked, and then he added the music to the playlist with great satisfaction.
This is clearly an original song.
“No one commented.”
"The buried treasure."
"No, no!"
"I want to be the first."
In such excitement, Huang Cheng even forgot that this was the name Qin Jian told her.
"It was so hard to find her, but I fell in love with her so much."
‘Second is also mine’
After writing two comments in a row, Huang Cheng noticed the singer's name.
"A little fat little one."
So cute.
The single goes on a loop.
...
...
It was too early to take a shower, so Qin Jian could only wash his hair reluctantly.
The 3+5 hair washing method allows him to show off his style after changing into a dress. The most important thing is that it saves time.
At nine o'clock sharp, Qin Jian arrived at the side door of the main building of the opera hall.
Even he could only stand at the side entrance today. Various welcome ceremonies had been prepared at the main entrance, but this row of noodles was obviously not prepared for performers like him.
The big guys are complimenting each other.
There is business and there is real.
I wanted to say hello to Shen Qingci, but Ye Hailing saw him first.
"Director Ye, morning."
"Morning, Qin Jian."
Qin Jian regretted saying hello, especially when Ye Hailin walked towards him.
After realizing that there were some subtle things between Shen Qingci and Ye Hailing, he always had an indescribable feeling towards Ye Hailing.
It's hard to describe, but it's not some incredible fantasy or anything like that.
However, when a department head comes to talk to a student, as a student, you must look at him a bit, right?
Seeing that Ye Hailing didn't seem to like to join the crowd, Qin Jian simply found a topic to chat with the other party, and humbly asked the other party for some knowledge about folk music, and the other party also gave detailed answers one by one.
"master!!"
Suddenly, there was a cry.
Qin Jian looked sideways and saw that Ye Yi and Fang Xiaoyu were also here, walking in his direction.
Ignoring that there were two men and three women not far behind them, Qin Jian had an idea and handed the two women over to him.
"This is the head of the folk music department of our Chinese Academy of Sciences."
"Director Ye, this is Fang Xiaoyu, this year's art candidate, preparing to take the exam for our school."
Fang Xiaoyu was very clever and quickly bowed and said: "Hello, Director Ye."
Ye Hailing smiled and nodded at Fang Xiaoyu, giving Qin Jian face, and then her eyes couldn't help but fall on Ye Yi's face.
There are too many classical beauties in Ye Hailing's circle. When she was young, she was also a famous beauty in the Yanjing Chinese music circle.
But even so, she had to admit that the appearance of the girl in front of her was too outstanding, and she exuded a feeling of elegance and elegance.
"Director Ye, this is Ye Yi, coming to our forum meeting with the Folk Music Department of Nanshi Conservatory of Music."
Ye Hailing's eyes twitched slightly. The surname Ye itself didn't mean much, but his identity as a folk musician made her instinctively pay attention. However, the other party was from Nanshi.
Ye Yi bowed respectfully to Ye Hailing, performing folk music etiquette.
"Director Ye, Ye Yi..." He pointed to his mouth and waved his hand.
Ye Hailing's dark color condensed, and she saw Ye Yi making a few apologetic gestures. He still didn't understand it at the moment, but for a while he felt a little distressed.
Her eyes fell on the musical instrument bag behind Ye Yi, "Flute?"
Ye nodded.
Qin Jian added: "There is also a flute."
The horizontal flute and vertical flute do not separate families. This is what the elders in Ye Hailing's family told her when she was very young. Although she chose the pipa, she knows as much about the flute and Xiao as she does about the pipa.
She originally wanted to ask something else, but the ribbon-cutting of the opening ceremony was about to begin.
"Nice to meet you"
Ye Hailing took the initiative to reach out his hand, and Ye Yi quickly stretched out his two hands to hold it.
"Looking forward to your performance."
Ye Yi pursed his lips and nodded, looking indescribably pleasant.
Ye Hailing, on the other hand, liked the girl in front of her more and more.
Finally, he gave Qin Jian a few words of advice and left.
After Ye Hailing left, Fang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Yi is still the same.
He gestured towards Qin Jian, 'Have you had breakfast?'
Qin Jian shook his head.
Ye opened his mouth, then took out a peeled egg from his bag and handed it to Qin Jian.
‘Want to have breakfast’
As soon as her gesture fell, the opening ceremony began.