Early the next morning, Qin Jian woke up naturally after sleeping. After getting up today, he did not practice the piano, but packed up and went out.
He took a taxi to a large shopping mall near the Third Ring Road and walked around. After buying some cigarettes, alcohol and health products here and there, he hurriedly returned to 309.
According to the distance, he carried his things to Shen Qingci's house, then to Wu Qing's house, and finally visited Li Sanli.
The New Year is coming soon. As a junior who is cared for a lot, he will not forget this etiquette. Originally, he wanted to visit the old dean, but Shen Qingci said that the old dean was not in Yanjing recently, so he
Then give up.
At noon, Mr. Li Sanli stayed with Qin Jian for dinner and asked his wife, Li Shasha's grandmother, to make dumplings.
Qin Jian wanted to refuse, but finally thought about it and agreed. He knew the old man's temper.
So Qin Jian and the old couple had a meal of dumplings, which tasted really good.
During lunch, the old man talked to Qin Jian about the Figaro Society's performance of "The Magic Flute" in major theaters next semester.
The old man not only gave Qin Jian various instructions on rehearsal matters, but also took the initiative to bring up the issue of sponsorship.
"If there are any problems then, just tell me. There are always more solutions than problems. Just you kids don't mess around."
The old man's words still warmed Qin Jian's heart, and he knew that the help this serious old man had given him in the past six months was definitely more than just these words.
"Don't worry, teacher."
As for the issue of soliciting sponsorship for next semester's performances, a group of people had a chat after the game last night.
Tang Jie said that he had helped the club to obtain two sponsorships, Wang Lin also said that he had obtained one sponsorship, and what Qin Jian did not expect was that Ning Qianxia also obtained one, and the amount was really quite large.
A few people calculated this and found that the venue fees for the first eight performances were enough. If the attendance rate is high by then, their performances can be completely profitable.
Everyone was excited and looking forward to this. After all, the money was earned through their own efforts, which was completely different from the feeling of asking for it from their parents.
Qin Jian is the same. No matter what, it is naturally a good thing if he can avoid losing money.
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At 3:15 in the afternoon, Qin Jian took his suitcase and record player and set foot on the first stop home, the train.
When the train arrived in Nanshi, he took a taxi and went directly back to 1401.
As soon as he entered the door, Qin Jian found that there was no dust on the shoe cabinet. He thought that Ye Yi should have cleaned it some time ago before taking his students to take the art exam.
However, Boer's art exams are still going on.
Without staying for a moment, Qin Jian put down the record player and left the community with his luggage.
After catching the last bus to Yangcheng before dusk, Qin Jian embarked on the last journey home.
"Finally home."
On the highway, looking at the setting sun outside the window, Qin Jian slowly fell asleep.
As soon as I woke up, I arrived at the bus station.
The moment he walked out of the small station with his suitcase full of energy, he saw his eagerly awaited mother from a distance.
My feet felt like they were accelerating.
...
"mom."
Fang Xuehua looked at the young man in front of her. She hadn't seen him for half a year, and she felt that Qin Jian had grown taller again.
"Where's my dad?"
"Your dad is waiting for you in the car."
"Huh, in the car? Where is he?"
As the mother and son spoke, they walked towards the outside of the station, but when they passed the parking lot, Fang Xuehua stopped.
A moment later, Qin Jian saw a black car slowly drive out of the parking lot.
The car stopped in front of him, Fang Xuehua went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, "Hurry up and put the suitcase in."
Only then did Qin Jian seem to realize what he was doing. He got in the car and asked, and it turned out to be true.
He was naturally very supportive of his parents buying a car, and the family should have had a car a long time ago.
"Son, this car will be yours from now on." Fang Xuehua said with a smile.
Before Qin Jian could speak, Qin Gang, who was holding the steering wheel, interrupted: "Forget it, your son doesn't like this car."
"Haha, it looks good. Dad, if you give me the key tomorrow, I really want to hit the road and give it a try."
Laughing all the way, the three of them drove towards home.
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Dinner is naturally a delicious meal.
Nothing makes parents happier than when their son comes home.
During the meal, Qin Jian drank a lot with Qin Gang and talked a lot.
Regarding the scenes described by Qin Jian, whether it was a large-scale classical recording scene in Hamburg or an internationally renowned school such as the Tchaikovsky Academy, Qin Gang and his wife just listened quietly.
Just listening to it seems to have given them great satisfaction.
After not seeing each other for half a year, the couple once again felt from what Qin Jian revealed - the child had really grown up.
After the meal, Fang Xuehua tidied up in the kitchen.
Qin Jian knew that it was time for father and son again.
Only this time, the old rules seemed to have changed. Qin Gang sat directly in front of the piano, and then gently opened the dust-proof cloth covering the piano.
"Listen to me and correct it later." Qin Gang's tone did not sound like he had drunk too much. Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, dad, you play and I will listen."
Qin Gang opened the cover and put his hands on the keyboard just like Qin Jian when he was a child.
And Qin Jian stood behind Qin Gang, just like when Qin Gang was a child and watched him practice the piano.
Qin Jian paid attention to the position of his hands on the keys. He probably already knew what his father was going to play.
My heart was filled with anticipation.
After a moment, Qin Gang's fingers started to move.
The somewhat slow third movement of the Pathetique sounded.
The originally brisk melody sounds a bit sluggish, and wrong notes and sticky notes appear frequently.
However, Qin Gang's performance seemed particularly focused.
From the keyboard, it can be clearly seen that Qin Gang's arm and wrist movements are full of various problems, and the angle of his lower finger is not adjusted at the moment when he drops the key.
Even the fingering of some notes was not played according to the correct fingering, but Qin Jian could hear what his father was expressing.
Qin Gang would deliberately play the accent of each measure very hard.
This continuous emphasis gives the music a forward spiritual motivation.
So from this point of view, Qin Gang's grasp of the core of the work is accurate.
Following the music, Qin Jian was thinking that if his father could receive a good piano education from a young age, he would be a very good piano player by now.
It is really not easy for a forty-year-old elementary school music teacher with no real piano education to practice Pathetic Three to this point in half a year.
At the end of the song, the music ends with an uncertain chord.
When all the lingering sounds dissipated, Qin Jian gently sang, "It sounds good."
Qin Gang stopped his hand, turned his head and said with a smile, "You kid, don't sell that cheating soup of yours. You have to tell me what's wrong."
Qin Jian nodded.
Then, just like when Qin Gang tutored him when he was a child, he bent down and raised his hand, and ran the first three bars of Pathetique III with his right hand on the piano.
Then he said seriously, "Dad, when running in this group, your wrists should be lowered, your fingers should be relaxed, and the weight of your right hand should be..."
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In the kitchen, Fang Xuehua looked at the scene in the living room, and there was something called a happy woman on her face.