566. Pick up a conversation? Oyster nightclub in Oslo, the first stop of the journey
In the past month, Qin Jian has often had colorful dreams. This spring has passed, and the early summer morning after every big dream always makes people feel hot after waking up.
He is always proactive in his dreams, and the heroines in his dreams are also different. The most shameful thing is that he dreamed of the girl he was chatting up on the plane yesterday.
It must be caused by being too tired recently, and I should relax properly.
Qin Jian rubbed his left eye and got up from the bed with a sigh of relief.
"Good morning, I don't even know why I fell asleep."
After explaining to Duan Ran why there was suddenly no movement last night, Qin Jian took a few steps and opened the window on the second floor.
The oncoming light sea breeze mixed with the beating of the strings in the courtyard made him sober up a lot.
the weather is nice today.
After briefly washing up in the bathroom on the first floor, Qin Jian just arrived at the cafeteria when he saw the old bartender wearing swimming trunks with half of his fierce body hair exposed. He also came to the cafeteria, holding a yellow swimming ring in his hand.
Qin Jian: "Good morning, uncle, did you go swimming early in the morning?"
"Yes, do you want to meet us tomorrow morning?" the old bartender invited.
"Let's talk again."
Qin Jian chose a piece of shortbread made from barley from the many food plates and paired it with a bottle of local vegetable soup on the recommendation of the old bartender.
It was a pretty comfortable breakfast.
After breakfast, Qin Jian said goodbye to the old bartender and went directly to the large factory building that he had not entered yesterday.
As soon as he entered the door, the scene was similar to what he expected yesterday, except that all the pianos in front of him turned into clavichords.
The entire space exudes the fragrance of wood. Finished or semi-finished musical instruments are neatly placed according to different levels of assembly. The male and female workers are busy with their respective tasks.
Qin Jian's arrival did not attract everyone's attention. He looked all the way to Liao Linjun, who was also busy in front of a clavichord.
Qin Jian: "Good morning, Sister Lin Jun."
Liao Linjun turned his head and looked Qin Jian up and down, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Okay." Qin Jian said and walked around to the opposite side of Liao Linjun to see what he was doing.
After tightening a piano nail, Liao Linjun picked up the handkerchief around his waist and wiped his hands, and then took Qin Jian to visit the place.
Every time she passed a finished piano, she would introduce it to Qin Jian.
"This is a fortepiano imitated from the 17th century piano system. Beethoven used this kind of piano in his childhood."
The two stopped in front of a brown-red clavichord.
Qin Jian scanned the keys and felt suspicious: "Only 63 keys?"
Liao Linjun nodded, "The dimensions of modern pianos are based on unified standards. However, in the era when fortepianos were produced, there was no absolute standard. Therefore, pianos of different models and brands will be very different, even the size of the keys.
The length and number are inconsistent."
With that said, she led Qin Jian to the next clavichord.
A dark brown piano.
This piano looked larger than the one just now. Qin Jian counted it and found that this piano had 75 keys, which was one octave more than the one just now.
Liao Linjun then introduced: "This piano is copied from the clavichord that was common in the Vienna court in the 18th century. You can try Mozart on it later, and you may make some different discoveries."
After walking around for a while, Qin Jian's eyes were opened. It must be said that he got to know the clavichord again in half a morning.
He had never thought that there was so much emphasis on the history of the fortepiano.
...
After lunch, Liao Linjun took him to a quiet room with two pianos.
A brown fortepiano and a black kawai modern upright piano.
"Come on, let's try it." Liao Linjun pointed at the clavichord and said.
Qin Jian sat down and listened to the history class all morning. He had long wanted to give it a try. Although he didn't know the meaning of the other party's arrangement of such a course, it was also a good learning process to try more than one kind of learning.
Habitually speaking and pointing down.
Chopin's Etudes in C major played in response.
However, the harsh and fast arpeggios in the next second made the atmosphere in the whole room extremely disharmonious.
Qin Jian quickly stopped his hand and looked at Liao Linjun.
Liao Linjun smiled as if he had anticipated this scene, and said softly: "Don't be so anxious, you can try it from the scales."
Qin Jian nodded. With the lesson learned just now, he even relaxed his speed and intensity a lot this time.
As he lowered his hands again.
The ding-ling-ding-ling notes of the C major scale were arranged neatly, and a sound completely different from that of a modern piano sounded.
It's a bit like a plucked instrument, similar to the plucked sound of a sitar.
After experiencing it carefully, I also felt a different touch feeling on the Qin keys during the performance.
After playing it once, he continued to play it again.
Gradually, during the performance, Qin Jian seemed to be lowering his left arm little by little to a degree visible to the naked eye in order to find a more comfortable touch feeling and better sound.
This scene was naturally seen by Liao Linjun on the side, who sighed in her heart that Qin Jian did have some natural talent for piano instruments. On the other hand, she was also waiting for how Qin Jian would continue to play next.
As the designer of this piano, she naturally understands that there is a huge difference between the performance of the ancient piano and the performance of the modern piano.
But she didn't say anything before. She hoped that Qin Jian would get in touch with the clavichord in his own way, which would also be a process of self-discovery for him.
After temporarily touching a little trick, Qin Jian made a discovery.
After playing the C major syllable again, he combined Liao Linjun's explanation in the morning and put forward his own experience and findings: "Sister Lin Jun, the balance of the arms seems to be very important when playing the harpsichord?"
Liao Linjun smiled and said, "You have found the key to the problem. You can stay here to study this afternoon. But you have to come for dinner before 7 pm and talk about the gains of the afternoon."
After that, Liao Linjun left a key and left.
After Liao Linjun left, Qin Jian continued to tinker.
This first experience gave him an indescribable sense of excitement, and he was looking forward to unlocking something more interesting.
For example, if you adjust the position and angle of your fingers, can you get a different kind of feedback from the other party's voice?
It never hurts to try more.
Qin Jian raised his hand again.
There was a sound of falling fingers.
The sound in his ears once again brought him to a strange state.
...
Wonderful time always flies by.
For one afternoon, Qin Jian did not practice any music. Apart from thinking, he basically spent the rest of the time practicing scales and arpeggios.
After appropriately adding a little bit of Chopin's hand position formula, he made a new discovery.
"If you accidentally raise your arm while playing, the sound will suddenly stop."
Regarding this discovery, he planned to discuss it with Liao Linjun during dinner.
Lock the door and leave.
At this time, the sky had darkened, and the whole town looked particularly quiet under a hazy atmosphere.
Outside the wooden wall, the occasional sound of laughter and laughter in the distance seems to indicate that the residents of the town have finished their work for the day and are ready to start their leisure and entertainment in the evening.
Qin Jian moved his shoulders and was about to walk towards the cafeteria. In a blink of an eye, he was on the westward path.
A pair of figures were also slowly approaching.
Old Assad walked in front, followed by a young man on crutches.
Before nightfall, the young man still had a hint of tranquility on his expression.