You can buy a second-hand upright piano at this price. Isn’t this a steal!?
“Too expensive?”
The woman closed the notebook and pulled out a small tool bag from somewhere.
"No, no, it's not expensive. Do you have time in the near future?" Qin Jian said quickly.
Eight thousand is just eight thousand. Judging from what the other party said just now, he might have given him a discount because of He Jing's relationship. Moreover, considering the other party's status and skills, the charge for tuning such a high-end piano is actually not too high.
Too much.
"I definitely won't have time this year. I'm going to go to Country R after the Chinese New Year, probably around April next year."
"You can ask your friend to send the piano over in mid-March next year."
Qin Jian was a little confused again.
It’s understandable that you don’t have time this year, it’s understandable that you don’t have time during the New Year, you can understand even if you go to Country R, but you’re done with your work, why do you still want to send the piano over?
this….
"Teacher Liao, what you mean is...you won't provide door-to-door service?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, seeing the woman's increasingly exciting expression, Qin Jian quickly realized that there was something wrong with his statement, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, I mean, you can only send the piano here and tune it here before moving it away.
,Yeah?"
“It’s not impossible to provide door-to-door service~”
The woman took off her white coat, revealing the work vest underneath, and hung the tool bag on her waist. She looked like a professional female technician. Her face that was almost tense just now suddenly changed to warm eyes, and she looked at Qin
Jian said softly: "Add more money."
"Ah, no, no, no." Qin Jian waved his hand quickly, and he would just send the piano over honestly.
"Are there any other questions?" The woman's smile became more gentle.
"It's gone, it's gone." Qin Jian felt a chill on his back.
"Then, keep working." The woman said, turning around and walking towards a gray matte grand piano, "Come here."
Qin Jian wiped his forehead, rubbed his stomach and followed, why didn't you ask me if I was hungry this time?
"For a professional piano player, the importance of ears is unquestionable."
The woman sitting in front of the piano took off her left glove and played a note on the piano.
Then, he played it again.
"What sound? Tell me."
Is this going to be followed by an ear training class?
Qin Jian was happy.
Music theory, sight-singing, and ear training, these three courses are commonly known as the Junior Three Courses in the music discipline.
Not only is the Art Examination an examination subject, but it is also a required course for music majors in college.
Among these three basic music courses, ear training is the most difficult.
Although there are many scientific methods and even ear training techniques summarized by some so-called masters, which can effectively help some people with poor "ear power" to identify the intervals and chords required in some courses, but for those with natural ears,
For people with extremely high insight, they already have the prerequisites to become a professional or even professional musician.
God rewards you with food, so you can't accept it.
after all.
After all, music is still an art of listening.
Qin Jian did not dare to say that he had absolute pitch, because it had never been tested in a real sense, nor had it been confirmed by any professional master.
But for the scene in front of us, it is enough.
As a musician, Qin Jian never thought that his strength was piano playing.
But when it comes to picking up music and listening to chords, or even looking for an inconspicuous woodwind submelody in a complex and intertwined symphonic background, Qin Jian dared to pat his chest and guarantee that it would be no problem.
"Big character group, b flat."
Wrong, it is impossible to be wrong.
Qin Jian stopped quietly three meters away from the sounding piano.
"Um?"
The woman was a little surprised. According to the general academic listening process, you should first pop up the a group of small letters of the international standard pronunciation, and then give other single-note intervals and other questions after giving a reference.
But just now I just talked about a sound casually, and without giving reference to the standard sound, this kid actually heard it?
It was interesting. The woman raised her lips and pressed two notes at the same time this time.
"what about this?"
A set of extremely high and dissonant overlapping sounds sounded instantly.
"Three groups of small characters sharp g, four groups of small characters sharp f, minor seventh interval."
As soon as Qin Jian finished speaking, the sound of the piano sounded again, this time it sounded like three notes.
"continue."
…
…
"Not bad, really good."
Liao Linjun, who has always regarded piano tuning as his only profession, deeply understands how important having a good ear is for this job.
Ten years of study tour, from the wood dehumidification room of the world-renowned Bösendorfer piano factory in Vienna to the hammer polishing room of Steinway, the superstar in piano, at its base in Bauhan.
Liao Linjun has witnessed too many magical moments involving the world's top prosecutors.
There is no shortage of performing masters on this blue planet.
However, there are very few people who can turn piano making and tuning into an art form.
Yes, tuning is also an art, an art of sound, and an art with a higher threshold.
"Qin Jian, have you...ever considered major issues in university, such as..."
Qin Jian failed to keep up with the woman's leaping thinking, or he didn't notice it.
"The last note of the melody just now, I'm really not sure whether it is c or b. Can you play it again?" Qin Jian frowned, and a note lingered in his mind.
Following Qin Jian's words, the woman thoughtfully put her head into the piano cover and looked at the untightened strings. The smile on her face could no longer be hidden.
Maybe.
The woman did not repeat what she just said, nor did she answer Qin Jian's question.
"Okay, let's start working."
…
Throughout the afternoon, Qin Jian sat in front of the piano. Every time he played a note or a group of notes according to the woman's instructions, he had to tell whether the notes were high or low, and whether they sounded good or not.
Following her own judgment, the woman kept busy under the soundboard.
“Is the last dol’s downward movement of five degrees stable?”
"stable."
"ok."
The woman put away a small wrench, straightened up and took a deep breath.
Qin Jian looked around and saw a gurgling stream flowing along the white river bed into the mountains and rivers.
"Huh, let's try it."
The woman suppressed her weak gasp and said, "Listen to your Presto in F minor and complete it at half the speed of your normal playing speed."
Half the speed.
Qin Jian withdrew his gaze, thinking about half the speed, opened the panel, and turned to the first piece of Beethoven's sonata collection, the fourth movement.
Go through the first four sections slightly.
The ring finger of his right hand moved slightly, and the music started playing.
It's just that the music no longer has the speedy version, but more like a cheerful nursery rhyme.
What's even more terrible is that every time a chord sounds, Qin Jian will feel that he has played the wrong note.
But the fourth movement, which is doubled in speed, is no longer that difficult in terms of difficulty.
After ruling out the possibility that I played it wrong, the only problem that remains is the piano itself.
Qin Jian was even under the influence of the sound of the piano and didn't even bother to focus on the guidance.
The hand shapes and phrase structures that he was used to were no longer clear due to the halving of the speed. Although he was guided by Lao Che's demonstration and imitation, the exposed finger marks still gave Qin Jian some warnings.
About the hidden dangers of quick success.
A piece of crooked music ended, and Qin Jian felt a little embarrassed.
"How about it? Is the piano you tuned yourself good enough to play?"
The woman looked at Qin Jian with a playful look on her face. She did not pay too much attention to the details of Qin Jian's performance, thinking that his performance was not up to par because of the piano.
"I adjusted it?!" Qin Jian looked at the keyboard under his fingers in confusion.
"Isn't it? Each sound is adjusted according to your judgment, and each sound is only changed to the next one after you confirm it. Have you forgotten what just happened? Boy~"
Upon hearing it, this seems to be the case, but when it sounds to me, the pitch of every note seems to be OK, right?
"Tuning a piano is like playing a piano. You can never just focus on the surface of one note."
But we must start from the first sound, feel the vibration of the strings, find the section that is exactly the same as our own frequency, and obtain it through power. This power that can be seen is like color. As long as you pay attention, it will
In your body, in front of your eyes."
…
This sentence kept echoing in Qin Jian's mind, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
When he came to his senses, the woman was once again covered in a white coat.
He stood up and was about to say something when the woman picked up the phone.
"For the sake of helping me today, I will take you with me to dinner tonight."
The woman was typing on her mobile phone, as if she suddenly thought of something interesting, and an elusive smile appeared on her lips.
"I just want to introduce you to a little beauty. Speaking of which, there is some connection between you two."