From the first sound in his ears, a series of wonderful chromatic scales followed.
He can clearly feel every note in the fast melody. They are light and agile, and each one is full of personality.
When the song ended, when he thought about it again, he found that he could no longer find the feeling he had just now.
In his slightly regretful thoughts, the next piece of music has already begun to flow.
The second piece is a Chopin etude that doesn't look like Chopin.
Off stage.
Xia Dong really wanted to ask Shen Qingci how he chose the music as a teacher.
In his impression, Shen Qingci had never played these pieces of music when he participated in the audition. As an old Chopin fan, he knew that these pieces of music were not even among Chopin's popular works.
But he kept thinking about it, and as one piece after another with completely different styles of playing accompanied him in his ears, when the music ended completely, he forgot about it.
Qin Jian closed his hands, but his whole spirit and spirit remained as if he were playing.
After about 10 seconds.
"Perfect!"
The cameraman suddenly broke the quiet stage.
This sound also made everyone relax, and they finally dared to breathe loudly. This is not an exaggeration.
Several people in the back row came over applauding, and Qin Jian also stood up from the piano. There was already a lot of sweat on his forehead.
Playing five short pieces in a row was certainly not tiring, but the eight beams of light on the stage really made him a little hot.
After resting for a while.
Teachers and students Shen Qingci and Qin Jian gathered around the camera and listened to the entire video from beginning to end.
"Are you satisfied?" Shen Qingci asked.
"Satisfied." Qin Jian replied.
Shen Qingci needed Qin Jian's own attitude, and Qin Jian also gave his own.
Just right, the best.
...
After the recording work was over, Qin Jian proposed to invite all the staff who participated in the DV recording to dinner, and everyone was not polite.
Then there is a meal of mutton shabu-shabu in an old copper pot at 4:30 in the afternoon.
...
On the way back to school, Qin Jian asked Shen Qingci about the repertoire of the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala.
The suggestion given by Shen Qingci is also a classical work, a more down-to-earth work.
The two returned to school. Shen Qingci rummaged through the bookshelf in his office, and then gave Qin Jian a piano collection, "You can pick out the works in this."
Qin Jian took over the portfolio.
It says 'Classic Folk Music Piano Works Collection'
The old cover and the old title of the work are just like the essentially old music score, giving off a strong sense of age.
Qin Jian's eyes moved to the lower right corner - 'By Fu Hua'
"This is compiled and compiled by the old dean."
Shen Qingci hummed, then changed the topic: "When will you go home?"
Qin Jian looked away from the music score and replied, "Tomorrow afternoon."
"When will you come back?" Shen Qingci asked again.
"Let's start school." Qin Jian paused, "I got busy on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year last year, and I plan to stay at home for a longer time this year."
"You should, spend time with your parents," Shen Qingci took out an electronic key from the side pocket of his coat that Qin Jian was particularly familiar with, "Go to the store to tidy up when you have time."
"clear."
...
Shen Qingci left the key to Nanshi Coffee Table Piano Museum and left. When leaving, he once again told Qin Jian to pay attention to safety during the Chinese New Year. As for other things, he didn't say anything else.
What you want to say might be, 'Practice the piano in moderation.'
...
Returning to 309, Qin Jian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
"It's done, we can finally go home!"
I sent a voice message to Duan Ran. He was just about to put down his phone when the familiar video call came to his mind.
With a smile, he picked up.
After a moment of trance, the screen of Duan Ran appeared on the phone screen.
The picture shows Duan Ran in the school’s piano room.
"How's it going? Did the recording go well?" Then came the other party's gentle voice.
"Go over it again." Qin Jian confidently gestured a thumbs up to the screen.
"Haha, you are so stupid."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You silly."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You silly."
"Huh?" Qin Jian was stunned and looked like he was not in the situation.
"Hahaha, even more stupid~"
moment.
"Do you miss me these days? :("
...
A video call continued until Rieger's figure appeared in the video screen. The old French man came over enthusiastically and waved at the camera.
"hi, jian."
Qin Jian had a dark look on his face and said hello to the old man in blunt German.
"Okay, I have to go to class, please stop drinking at night~"
After hanging up the video, Qin Jian felt that his phone was hot enough to fry an egg.
After charging his phone, he looked around.
"Work."
After packing 309 inside and outside, Qin Jian then packed all the luggage he would take home tomorrow into a suitcase.
To prevent bumps, he repackaged the record player according to its original packaging.
The record player, like the luggage, was something he had to take back in person.
After everything was ready, he made a phone call and left 309.
"Where shall we meet?"
"Still the same place."
..
Although the old place is still the same place~~~
An hour and a half later, in the private room of Mao's Hotel in front of the school, Qin Jian finally heard the familiar chirping sound outside the door.
He could finally put down his phone.
Then the door was pushed open.
Li Shasha bared her teeth and jumped in, "Are you lonely to death?" Then Zheng Feng walked in behind her and explained, "There's a traffic jam."
"I'm done with it!" Chen Tangjie complained afterward, "We're almost going to be blocked in the Antian Gate~"
Qin Jian waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, don't worry."
"Long time no see, President"
"Jian brother has been waiting for a long time"
Ding Yaru...
Wang Lin...
Then one after another club members came in and greeted Qin Jian.
The last person to walk in was Ning Qianxia, "Is your day going well, busy man?"
Qin Jian looked at her and nodded, "Sit down quickly."
"Everyone, sit down." He stood up and turned to everyone, "There are not many people today, just us. Tang Jie, did you drive here?"
"Uh." Chen Tangjie nodded awkwardly, because he and Li Shasha both drove out to take everyone out for fun today.
"Okay." Qin Jian nodded, "It's okay. Let's have some drinks and have a good chat today."
"Okay." Everyone responded.
"Huzi, call the waiter, let's order." After saying that, Qin Jian sat down.
Then the people at the table chatted about today's interesting events.
Ning Qianxia, who was still sitting next to Qin Jian, suddenly felt that she hadn't seen him for more than a month. Some subtle changes had taken place in Qin Jian, but she couldn't tell what exactly was different.
Qin Jian could also clearly feel that Ning Qianxia beside him was less talkative than before, and his complexion was not very good either.
Out of normal concern, he still asked the other person: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable today?"
Ning Qianxia was stunned, but she didn't expect the other party to suddenly ask this question, and then slowly raised her eyelids: "No, I'm just a little tired. I just got off the plane at noon."
"Huh? Where did you go to play?"
Listening to Qin Jian's words, a smile appeared between Ning Qianxia's stretched brows.
"I don't have time to play. I'm going to Berlin to attend a master class."