444. Chopin before and after a chapter full of storytelling
Qin Jian often drinks because of the habit he developed from his previous job. Especially after he quit smoking, having a few bottles of beer every night after work would relieve him from mental fatigue throughout the night.
And Shen Qingci really loves drinking.
Qin Jian discovered this very early.
Three dishes and one soup have been placed on the dinner table. Although the dishes are not as good-looking as Ye Yi's, they smell pretty good.
"You can make the beer as white as you like." Shen Qingci said as he got a glass and then put the wine aside.
Next to the dining table was a wine cabinet, and Qin Jian was dazzled by what he saw.
Qin Jian casually opened a bottle of dark beer.
Then the meal started.
After eating a piece of braised pork, Qin Jian gave a thumbs up: "Teacher Liao has a good taste."
Shen Qingci smiled and said, "She taught me to do this."
"Huh?" Qin Jian was a little surprised that the female piano mechanic who played with tuning forks all day long actually cooked, "I didn't expect that."
"There are no former international students who can't cook."
"We were all cooking on our own back then."
Shen Qingci recalled, "The international students at that time were not like today. Most of them had little spare money in their pockets, and all the money they earned from part-time jobs was spent on smoking and drinking."
"I remember it was our first winter vacation abroad. She suddenly sent me a text message saying that she would come to Paris to find me, and she was already on the bus. But at that time, I had just bought the ticket and I was already penniless.
All that’s left is a plane ticket to go home for the New Year and some vegetables and noodles in the apartment.”
"Then?" Qin Jian asked.
"Then I found Rigel and told him that I was short of money and wanted to ask him to borrow 100 euros." Shen Qingci took a sip from the cup and smacked his lips, "The old man is indeed a careful person."
"Then he asked me incredulously if something had happened, because I had often hung out with some local Parisian buddies in bars near the school, and he had bumped into me a few times."
"After I explained the reason to him, he generously gave me 200 euros. I said I only needed 100 euros, but he forced two banknotes to me."
"You young people now have no idea what 200 euros was at that time."
"Ahem," Qin Jian could only give a thumbs up, "The old man is quite interesting."
"With 200 euros, I feel confident enough. After I pick her up, I will take her to a restaurant for dinner."
"I asked her what she wanted to eat."
At this point, Shen Qingci suddenly stopped.
After a pause, he continued: "In the end, she said she wanted to eat the food I cooked."
"I thought about it and said yes, because she will stay in Paris for four days, and I thought it would be okay to take her out to eat in two days. Anyway, I must take her out to eat once, you know this."
During the conversation, both men showed an expression of "understanding".
"Then I took her to the hypermarket, and who knew she bought four days' worth of groceries in one go."
"Ha, how much did Sister Lin Jun pay?" Qin Jian thought he had noticed the key point of his words.
Shen Qingci said, "When she came here, she made a meal plan for the next four days."
"Sister Lin Jun knows how to live a good life." Peng Ke Qin Jian continued.
Shen Qingci continued, "On the first night he wanted to eat braised pork, but I really couldn't cook it, so she said she would teach me."
"Then she was busy there"
"Bleach the water and stir-fry the sugar until it turns brown. I was taking notes while she was talking."
"I tasted a piece after it came out of the pot."
"That's called a fragrance."
Qin Jian's throat moved up and down unconsciously as he listened. Then he picked up another piece of braised pork and threw it into his mouth.
He felt good imagining that scene, and the scene must have been very warm.
A couple of young international students, in that era, cuddled together in a small apartment in a foreign country in the cold winter and ate the braised pork cooked by the girl~
"What happened next?" Qin Jian felt that he didn't hear enough.
"Then she cooked for me for four days." Shen Qingci sighed.
"Didn't you go out to eat in the end?"
"No."
Qin Jian probably knew the reason, so he didn't continue to ask, "So did you go back to the country together during that holiday?"
Shen Qingci shook his head, "On the fifth day, I got on the plane back to China, and she got on the train to Hamburg."
"Isn't Sister Lin Jun going home to celebrate the New Year?"
"Her university tutor recommended her a holiday job as a string tester at the Steinway factory in Hamburg."
"So that's it." Qin Jian seemed to be able to connect to the story line, but thinking of this, he continued to ask: "Teacher Shen, I have always been curious about one thing, what major did Sister Lin Jun study abroad?"
It was not unreasonable for Qin Jian to ask this question. At first, he thought that Liao Linjun was a piano major. Later, when Liao Linjun appeared on the stage as the first violinist at the Huayun Competition, he was blinded. Now he heard that Liao Linjun could get into Stein in the first year after going abroad.
Wei work is really unpredictable.
However, Shen Qingci just smiled lightly and said, "You should ask her this question in person.
"Come and have a drink."
...
After a meal, Qin Jian heard another good story.
A heartwarming and a little bit indescribable story.
Things that happened more than ten years ago are happening in front of her eyes like a movie in Shen Qingci's description.
At the same time, he also thought of the person next to him. He had to say that someone's personality really had some shadow of Liao Linjun when he was young.
He didn't realize it before, but after hearing this story, he felt even more happy that Shen and Liao could get together.
Although he didn't know what happened between them in the second and third years abroad, or what went wrong at a later event node that caused him to clearly feel that there was a connection between the two when he met them.
There was a grudge, but everything is fine now.
On November 24, Qin Jian silently blessed him in his heart.
After the meal, the two came to the living room.
"bring it on."
Shen Qingci sat in front of the strange-looking white piano, then pointed to the Steinway beside him, "Let me hear your results this week."
Qin Jian wiped the water off his hands and sat down.
"Teacher Shen, listen to this etude in C major." Op10.no1, Psalm Escape.
As he spoke, he adjusted the piano stool and then placed his hands on the keyboard.
For a moment, the breathing sounds of both people seemed to disappear.
The next second.
Qin Jian's arms fell together.
"Pfft!!!"
The powerful chords in the left hand carry a violent buzz.
The right-hand decomposed arpeggios in the melody jump out from the piano soundboard one after another like a relay under the almost invisible finger movement of the Qin key.
Music seems to be transformed into a time thread, airtight.
...
One minute and fifty-seven seconds later, the music ended on time.
Qin Jian stopped his hand and looked at Shen Qingci.
He is waiting for the other party.
"Stov Yabwonsky."
After Shen Qingci finished speaking, Qin Jian's eyes moved slightly.
He didn't expect that Shen Qingci could blurt it out. Indeed, the escape song he just played was a complete replica of Stov's style.
What he was originally waiting for was the other party's comments.
But this name seems to be the most accurate comment.
Shen Qingci groaned for a moment, "3 points."
Qin Jian was thinking about the meaning of three points when he saw Shen Qingci lift the white piano cover from the corner of his eye.