Qin Jian was still sleeping when the alarm clock on his cell phone beside his pillow rang.
But before the alarm clock could wake Qin Jian up, it was turned off by the hand stretched out from beside him.
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In the early morning, it was slightly cool in cabin 206.
He Jing put it on and started working in the small kitchen.
Not long after, a cup of hot milk, a hard-boiled egg with the shell removed, and a piece of hand cake were placed on the dining table.
He Jing was preparing to clean up the house when the messy pieces of paper with drawings scattered on the piano caught her attention.
Pay attention to the strength of your wrist, for the third time, idiot...
Section 16 is a blur of running, and we will practice intensively in the afternoon...
Listen more, listen more to the treatment of old cars...
"Who is Lao Che?"
He Jing's expression was a little confused. She searched in her mind and didn't seem to find this person.
The changes in the intensity of the clauses are not delicate enough, which gives me a headache...
Uncle Bei is really a genius, of course, so am I...
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"This guy."
Looking sideways at Qin Jian, who had a large font on the bed, He Jing raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Turning around and looking at Qin Jian's "privacy" that had been arranged in her hand, He Jing paused for a moment, then restored the previous scene according to the memory of the paper in her hand.
Then I simply tidied up the house.
At 8:45, He Jing sat down in front of the piano.
Lifting the lid of the piano, he picked up a booklet on the piano.
After looking at the 740 with an untidy cover, He Jing casually opened it from the middle and placed it on the music stand.
Article 14?
He looked at the title on the score and smiled.
9:30.
He Jing rolled up the cuffs of her sweater.
Hold your chest up and sit upright
He rubbed his wrist gently.
then.
A pair of clean hands fell on the black and white keys.
After a set of deep breaths.
He Jing opened her left hand an octave, and her right hand was ready to run.
Almost at the same time, he pressed the sustain pedal with his left foot.
On the keyboard, He Jing's right hand quickly ran back and forth from side to side.
A roar like a torrent violently burst out from the piano.
Break the morning.
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Listening to the faint sound of the piano in his ears, Qin Jian felt that he might have dreamed of Chris again while half asleep.
As the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, Qin Jian sat up suddenly.
Following the sound of Qin's voice, he was suddenly stunned and his eyes widened.
Seeing the familiar figure moving his arms lightly in front of the piano, Qin Jian let out a long breath and his pupils shrank back.
Why did He Jing come back?
Qin Jian recalled it, but he had no impression at all.
He turned his head and glanced at the bed.
A light blue blanket was spread out beside him.
Was it like this last night?
Absolutely not.
Listening to the sweet melody in his ears, Qin Jian climbed out of bed, shaking his head to the rhythm of the music.
I quietly stuffed the dress I wore yesterday into the bag beside the bed.
He Jing did not interrupt the performance and went to the bathroom on her own.
He Jing ignored Qin Jian who had already gotten up and looked at the music score intently, without losing any speed.
After washing up, Qin Jian returned to the living room, looked at the breakfast on the table, picked up the hand cake on the table, divided it into two halves, held one half in his mouth, and brought it to the piano.
While chewing heavily, he nodded to the rhythm of the music, but the speed of his head could not keep up with the rhythm of the music at all.
The chords in He Jing's left hand gradually became richer.
It is completed with four descending accents of the left hand.
when
After two sets of sonorous and powerful chords, the room returned to its original state.
Only the chewing sound of the Qin keys and the last trace of the buzzing sound under the piano board are left.
"applaud."
Qin Jian shouted incomprehensibly, and his hands made noises.
"This is the fastest 14th I've ever heard live."
After listening to Qin Jian's words, He Jing hesitated for a moment, then thought of the old car mentioned in Qin Jian's notes, and half-smiled: "What about the slowest one?"
"It's our father~"
…
"You came back early without telling me. I can pick you up."
"Well, I'll tell you in advance next time."
He Jing was holding a glass of water and Qin Jian was nibbling eggs.
The siblings sat facing each other.
"Has the tune been decided yet?"
"Well, I plan to play the Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor in the first round. If I can advance to the next round, I will play the Pathétique."
He Jing was a little surprised by Qin Jian's song selection, but the surprise did not last long.
"Okay, let's play it for a while."
"Um, I haven't mastered pathos yet," Qin Jian was a little embarrassed, "Give me a few more days, trust me."
How many days?
"Have you not memorized the score yet?" He Jing was a little puzzled, and recalled the scene on the day of Qin Jian's exam, "What about the revolution? Isn't this a piece that has been memorized?"
"Why not use it?" He Jing's tone was a little more anxious.
Qin Jian was helpless.
This is another thing that is unclear.
And I no longer have the second pill to replicate the scene in the examination room.
"I...want to try Beethoven." Qin Jian really didn't know how to explain it, so he could only put it aside and said, "Believe me, give me a few more days."
"Try? You..."
He Jing swallowed the words that came to her lips.
The air pressure in the room gradually became a little high.
"Okay, sister, I'll play the fourth movement in F minor for you to listen to."
Qin Jian could understand He Jing's mood, and he would probably find it difficult to accept it in another position.
Without any further hesitation, Qin Jian washed and dried his hands and came to the piano.
What is supposed to come will come. It is impossible to avoid He Jing practicing piano all the time. There are some things that cannot be explained, so we can only use the actual situation to explain the problem.
Anyway, as long as you keep silent about the issue of space, no one will know about it and no one will doubt it.
Besides.
After all, there is something called genius that exists in this world.
Although it is just a fake for now.
Qin Jian slowly opened his shoulders, his expression looked a little solemn, and his whole person seemed to have entered a certain state. After a moment, a pair of hands were placed on the keys.
This was the first time that He Jing observed Qin Jian sitting in front of the piano up close after the exam.
He Jing felt a little dazzled by the aura of quality that suddenly emerged from the other party's body.
Calm and elegant, restrained and elegant.
In a daze, He Jing shook her head, a hint of expectation rising in her heart.
Looking at the music score on the panel and listening to the melody in his ears, Qin Jian went through the first twelve measures in his mind again.
OK.
Qin Jian's body leaned forward very slightly and raised his elbows.
Drop your fingers while exhaling and inhaling, and finish in one breath.
Extremely fast and clear running without losing balance
The sense of power that is deliberately hidden is like an undercurrent of waves.
A stunning beginning.
But the one who was amazed was not He Jing.
Qin Jian still couldn't adapt to the speed of his progress. After only one day, his power control and layout control of the entire song were significantly improved compared to the previous recording.
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It would be great if I could practice this way for every piece of music.
Thanks again for the gift of Laocha.
…
As the last note faded, Qin Jian put away the Beethoven sonata collection and turned off the panel.
call.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Jian turned to look at He Jing. The scene behind him made him raise his eyebrows.
The other person didn't know when he had finished dressing up. His long hair was hanging behind his head, and he was wrapped in a maroon sportswear. His whole person felt less mature and more youthful.
Seeing Qin Jian turn his head, He Jing looked indescribably satisfied, "I'm going to buy groceries. What do you want to eat for lunch?"
“Braised eggplant!”
"Any more?"
"Shiitake mushrooms and rapeseed."
“Cold rice noodles.”
“Kung Pao Chicken.”
"Gone?"
He Jing was a little surprised, when did this guy taste so much like her.
Qin Jian shook his head, "No, I just want to eat these."
"Okay, just practice at home and I'll be back soon."
"Sister, please be safe!"
Looking at the empty door, Qin Jian sighed and smiled slightly.