Chapter 71 The order of the stories is not like the name
undoubtedly.
This is a complex issue.
Qin Jian never thought about why he got a tattoo, but from the first day, he was thinking about how to explain the appearance of this thing.
On the one hand, it is the parent who receives it, and on the other hand, it cannot be removed.
This in itself is contradictory.
However, with the intense pace of life, from deliberately avoiding it at the beginning to not caring much later, Qin Jian's mental journey was very simple.
It seemed that the people around him didn't pay too much attention to his left hand. Not only the fat man, but even He Jing didn't ask any more questions.
Over time, Qin Jian gradually got used to it.
As long as I pass the test of being a parent, this tattoo won't be anything worth writing about.
But at this moment, Qin felt the warmth in his hands and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Why get a tattoo?
I really want to know why it is a tattoo... Qin Jian complained about Chris again in his heart.
"Forget it, forget it, I won't listen. You won't tell the truth if you look like this, but you have to promise me that you will take me to the place where you got your tattoo after our college entrance examination is over. In exchange, I will keep Zhao Yu's secret for you.
,how?"
Just as Lin Zihui was about to withdraw his arm, his hand was suddenly violently grasped.
"make a deal!!"
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"Hey, what's going on with you two!" Liao Linjun's voice came from the front, "Come here quickly, apples are being distributed."
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Coffee table at the entrance of the piano house.
Brother and sister Qin Jian said goodbye to master and apprentice Liao Linjun, hailed a taxi and left.
"Xiao Linzi, do you still blame me for what we said at the dinner table just now?"
The taxi slowly spotted the intersection. Liao Linjun turned around, looked at Lin Zihui's red face, and tightened the collar of his cotton-padded coat for him.
Lin Zihui narrowed his eyes with a smile and shook his head, "Thank you, teacher."
Liao Linjun didn't answer anymore, and his attention seemed to be elsewhere. He took a few steps back and looked up and down at Lin Zihui again.
"Xiao Linzi, I suggest that next time you dress like this in winter, you change your leggings into black ones."
"Ah? Isn't gray bad?"
Lin Zihui hurriedly lowered his head and looked at it.
Since being educated by Lu Shihan last time, Lin Zihui also realized that his dressing problem should be taken seriously.
So she put a lot of thought into her outfit today.
Just when Lin Zihui raised his head and waited expectantly for Amway.
"Black absorbs heat."
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"In other words, the tonal color is determined by human senses."
Qin Jian put his hands in his pockets and walked unsteadily along the path in the community.
He Jing followed, "Tonal colors are indeed relatively abstract. I have seen related papers in some academic journals, but they are not as in-depth as Senior Sister Liao's research."
"Senior sister?"
Qin Jian sensitively grasped this key word.
Anyone who has attended a music and art university must know that there are no seniors or seniors in the school. Everyone is called senior, senior, junior, junior and junior.
It extends from a professional division to a department and finally to the entire college.
Senior Sister Liao, it seems that Teacher Liao also graduated from Haishi Conservatory of Music.
However, judging from the opponent's tuning skills that were extremely inconsistent with his age, Qin Jian had to be convinced.
I don’t know if the other party has published any academic paper works, but Qin Jian is sure that the original author of the work that had a large number of Chinese translations of his graduation thesis must be this Liao Linjun.
"Yes, she is my senior sister. It's quite a coincidence that when I was a freshman in college, she returned from Europe and happened to go back to her alma mater to take a look. By the way, she gave a lecture to our freshmen in the piano department.
"
Unknowingly, the two of them were almost at the fork back to the unit door.
"Sister, let's stay outside for a while." Qin Jian said and quickly wiped out a bench seat, "Please sit down!"
He Jing smiled, tied up the hem of his coat, and sat down.
"I still remember the title of that lecture very clearly, Beaumont's Piano Pieces." He Jing said and suddenly smiled, "Qin Jian, do you know who Beaumont is?"
Qin Jian thought hard and found that the composer was not in his memory, but he seemed to have seen the word Mengbo somewhere before.
"My expression at that time was exactly the same as yours now. Even after the lecture, I didn't know what she was talking about, but I just thought 'Wow' this beautiful sister is so amazing."
"As soon as the lecture ended, I ran to her to ask for her autograph. You know that I am different from you. I have spoken with a local accent since I was a child. But it was precisely for this reason that when Senior Sister Liao heard me speak, she had a look on her face.
Curious, he asked me where I was from..."
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"Haha, it's true, there are people chasing you during military training."
"It's so scary that I don't even dare to tell Teacher Qin."
"Quick, keep going, what happens next, what happens next."
"What happened later? I didn't have enough time to practice piano!"
"Really or not~?"
"Qin Jian, when have I ever lied to you?"
"When you were in college, at the door of the train station, you asked me to be obedient and practice the piano well. You said you would be back soon."
He Jing was suddenly startled.
But immediately she felt a strong arm hug her shoulders, and her heart suddenly dropped again.
"Sister, tell me about your holiday life there."
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The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
The weather is surprisingly getting warmer.
The snow on the ground melted and was covered with another layer.
Qin Jian sighed softly, stood up and helped He Jing knock the snowflakes off his head and shoulders.
"So, as compensation, I decided to go back and cook you a pack of instant noodles tonight."
"Okay, plus a poached egg."
Laughing all the way, under the quiet snowy night, the two people's backs grew longer and longer under the street lights.
As for who will cook the noodles?
It's not important anymore.
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The next morning, Qin Jian got up on time at 7:30.
He Jing was still sleeping beside him. Qin Jian did not turn on the light. He found He Jing's music folder from the piano in the dark, then picked it up and took it to the bathroom.
Turning on the light and sitting on the toilet, Qin Jian turned over the music stand in his hand.
After some searching, I finally found the score I had been thinking about all night.
chicas enel jardin,federico mompou
"Girl in the Garden", Federico Mombo.
Mombo, it’s you.
After listening to He Jing's talk yesterday, Qin Jian kept recalling where he had seen this name.
At the last moment when I was lying on the pillow, I suddenly remembered that I had seen it in the sheet music given to me by He Jing, but then I felt intense sleepiness.
The result is just now.
After Qin Jian finished washing, he went downstairs and bought a small steamed bun. When he came back, he put the hot steamed steamed buns on the table, then put the music folder in his bag and left again. 206.
According to the agreement with Liao Linjun, Qin Jian came to the Coffee Table Piano Hall on time at 8 o'clock.
7:45, the sky has basically brightened.
Qin Jian got out of the taxi. In front of the store not far away, a foreign man was shoveling snow at the door.
Seeing the young man who got off the car yesterday, Old Brown put down the shovel in his hand and waited for him to come with a big mouth.
"morning."
Qin Jian understood "maoning!" and greeted the other party politely.
But then, Qin Jian didn't know how to express himself.
"i...i...want...t..."
Qin Jian spoke while writing in his hand.
"I can understand Chinese."
Perhaps because he couldn't stand Qin Jian's poor English and gestures, the foreign man finally spoke.
You can speak Chinese but you are still a fool!
Qin Jian's face was full of resentment, but he still said respectfully: "Hello, uncle, my name is Qin Jian. We met yesterday. Sister Lin Jun and I made an appointment to go to class at 8 o'clock in the morning."
However, the uncle didn't seem to understand the key point of Qin Jian's words. Instead, he took off his gloves and stretched out his furry right hand, with a simple and big face full of goodwill.