Fang Xiaoyu quickly replied to the message: "Master, I have time! Are you back?"
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After Qin Jian and Fang Xiaoyu agreed to meet tomorrow morning, the car drove through the intersection to the gate of the community.
"Dad, I want to try our car." Qin Jian said while rubbing his hands.
"Son, if you want to practice driving, ask your dad to take you to Linchuan Avenue tomorrow morning. There are few cars there." Fang Xuehua said worriedly.
Qin Gang also meant the same thing: "The Lord is too late."
Qin Jian thought about it and said, "Okay."
After returning home, Qin Jian chatted with his parents for a while and then returned to the bedroom to start today's translation work.
An hour and a half later, Qin Jian stopped writing.
At this point, the first volume of the entire document was completely finished. Looking at the thirty-seven pages of the notebook, he felt a little emotional in his heart.
To this day, the general development of the Russian piano has a clear outline in his mind.
The following content is a detailed introduction to each faction and the representative piano figures of each period.
"expect."
After spending another half an hour, Qin Jian wrote down his thoughts and understanding of the content of this volume at the end of the volume.
It's a summary.
It can also be regarded as a self-record.
'In 1917, the "October Revolution" achieved success, the Tsar abdicated, and the Russian system was completely completed. In the new Soviet era, the social system and the political, economic, and cultural systems have undergone unprecedented changes. With the development of industry, the times
With the progress of the times, the piano has changed from an aristocratic art for people's entertainment to a popular people's art.
'It is with this popularity that the development of Russian piano has reached an unprecedented height.'
Put away the pen.
After leaving the desk and stretching his body, Qin Jian washed up and rested.
Early the next morning, the father and son went downstairs before eight o'clock.
"Dad, let me do it."
In front of the parking space, Qin Jian reached out and asked Qin Gang for the car keys, "Trust me."
Qin Gang handed the key to Qin Jian with some worry, "You kid, be careful."
On the car.
While Qin Gang was fastening his seat belt and mumbling the ignition steps in Qin Jian's ear, Qin Jian had already depressed the clutch and shifted gears.
The moment he heard the car shaking slightly, Qin Jian quickly turned the steering wheel to the left.
The car drove out of the parking space easily.
The familiar movements made Qin Gang on the side wonder if Qin Jian had driven a car before. After receiving a negative answer, he couldn't help but sigh that young people learn things quickly.
However, he still said cautiously: "Take it easy, take it easy."
Qin Jian smiled, turned the steering wheel to the left again, and the car turned a corner and then left the community.
Qin Jian's speed was not very fast, and he always maintained a speed of about 40 on the urban road. After passing through two intersections of three streets, Qin Jian skillfully stopped the car at a restaurant called 'Yongchang Beef Noodles'.
In front of the noodle shop.
Qin Gang often brought his siblings here to have breakfast on weekends.
“I’ve had ramen here for a long time.”
After getting off the car, Qin Jian looked at the door sign and sighed, "Come on, Dad, I'll treat you to a meal today."
The father and son walked into the noodle shop together.
After meal.
The car started again.
"Linchuan Avenue?" Qin Jian asked.
"Okay, you send me to school, and then you go and do your work." Seeing that his son's driving skills were fine, Qin Gang was relieved, but in the end he warned, "Remember to be careful."
"Do not worry."
The car quickly arrived at the gate of Yangcheng. "Dad, I won't go home for lunch."
Qin Gang didn't seem to hear his son's words, and finally warned: "You must pay attention to safety."
After saying that, he loosened his seat belt and got out of the car.
Qin Jian stepped on the accelerator again.
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On the other side, Fang Xiaoyu was hanging up his earphones and picking up bean sprouts in his hand, when suddenly a phone call rang in his earphones.
When she saw the caller, she quickly wiped her hands and said, "Master!"
"Yeah, I'm in the store."
"Ah? Then... Then master, would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
"No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine, I can go out now."
"Hmm, okay, master, please wait a moment."
Fang Xiaoyu put down the phone and just stood up and took off her apron. Her father was wiping the sweat from his forehead and walking out of the small door of the back kitchen.
Seeing his daughter busy in a hurry, Father Fang asked in a Yangcheng dialect: "What's wrong, Yu'er?"
Fang Xiaoyu also replied in dialect: "Teacher Qin is at the door of the store, I have to go, dad." Then he ran up to the second floor.
When Father Fang heard this, he shouted to the stairs: "You kid, why don't you let the teacher come in and sit down?" As he said this, he took off the sweat towel hanging around his neck, looked around and quickly walked to a room that looked like
The still clean table was wiped down again.
After a while.
Following the sound of footsteps, Fang Xiaoyu ran downstairs carrying her small schoolbag, "I'm leaving."
Father Fang stopped what he was doing, looked at his daughter's back and said loudly: "Slow down!"
There was a pause.
"Ask the teacher to call for lunch at noon!"
Then, a sound came from far outside the restaurant door.
"Don't be busy, Dad, I won't go back to the store for lunch at noon!"
Through the passenger window, Qin Jian saw Fang Xiaoyu's figure, and then pulled down the window.
There was only one car parked on the street in front of the shop, and Fang Xiaoyu immediately saw Qin Jian sitting in the driver's seat of the black car.
Fang Xiaoyu approached and gently opened the car door, and said with some joy: "Master."
"Just working?" After Fang Xiaoyu got in the car, Qin Jian smelled the smell of bean sprouts.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and acquiesced, "I usually study at this time, but today my mother went to my grandma's house in the morning, and my father can't do it alone."
When Qin Jian heard this, he asked, "Can your father come here alone?"
"My mother will be back soon, and she will deliver some cooked meat to my grandma."
"That's good, fasten your seat belt." Qin Jian said and started the engine again.
After the car drove away, tranquility returned to the slightly narrow street.
Indeed, as Fang Xiaoyu said, as long as Qin Jian comes to this street, he can find her store.
[Fang Xiaoyu Special Sichuan Restaurant]
The fiery red house number is conspicuous enough on the short side street.
Under the door sign, Fang Xiaoyu's father was looking at the car exhaust fumes going away, his eyes slightly complicated.
There are some things he doesn't understand, and there are some things he seems to understand.
For people who have been struggling at the bottom of society, when good things come to them in droves and surround them, it will cause them a kind of psychological uneasiness.
This uneasiness may stem from a lack of understanding of the situation, or it may stem from something else.
But at least now it seems that a good thing is a good thing.
Father Fang sighed, turned around and went back to the house to continue working.
He needs to be busy.
He planned to keep busy in this small store until the day when Fang Xiaoyu really no longer needed him to be busy.
However.
He was not eagerly looking forward to that day coming early.
As an ordinary father.
He only hopes that his daughter can have a safe journey.