"There are just so many work tasks, do you understand?"
Liao Linjun fiddled with the bass strings in his hand, raising his hand from time to time to turn the knob on the head of the guitar.
Qin Jian rested his chin on the piano board with both hands, and looked at Old Porter who was leaning against the wall with a gloating look on his face. He could only puff up his cheeks and wink his eyes pretending to be cute.
He had no objections to today's work assignment proposed by Liao Linjun.
Except playing an elk.
After all, my professional gains in the past two days were all guided by the other party.
No matter how the other person views his identity, he already treats the other person as a teacher.
The work assigned by the teacher still needs to be completed seriously.
I originally planned to go to Fanhua Alley tonight to earn some adoration points. Since there are also programs here, there will naturally be an audience. I am sure I can earn some money by staying here.
Moreover, Qin Jian was a little excited to be able to collaborate with Liao Linjun on the same stage. He Jing had already been giving lectures at the Conservatory of Music when he first entered college, and through these two days of contact, he had a really high level of musical literacy.
terrible.
Although he was a little surprised that Liao Linjun wanted to play bass, it also aroused Qin Jian's curiosity.
In addition, you can also experience the combat effectiveness of the swinging ring through tonight's actual combat performance.
trio.
Tattooed keyboard player, bartender and drummer, piano tuner and female bass.
Seems pretty good.
"Any more questions?" Liao Linjun leaned the instrument on the piano and looked at Qin Jian.
The question no longer exists, but can we not work on an empty stomach?
"When will dinner be served?"
Qin Jian pointed to his belly.
…
For a simple meal, Qin Jian had a curry rice and Liao Linjun had a sandwich.
As for old Porter, he just ate two kilograms.
After dinner, Qin Jian and He Jing had a phone call. The other party was getting ready for class and asked about tonight's arrangements to no avail. The other party just told him to finish the night and go home, and then hung up without saying a few words.
It seems that He Jing will not be able to come over today.
13:00 sharp.
Qin Jian finished dressing again, and under the watch of Liao Linjun, he set off with Old Porter, who was wearing an embroidered shirt and white suspenders.
Shopping trip with the bartender.
As a less traditional American, Porter didn't want to see red wine and oysters, or chocolate truffles at his annual Christmas dinner.
However, you can still get two large pieces of tree trunk cake.
Most of the afternoon passed, Qin Jian followed Old Porter and saw that men were not vegetarians when shopping.
As his hands felt heavier and heavier, Qin clicked on the keyboard. In addition to food and drink, there were also all kinds of messy things here.
For example, an elk costume with horns.
Qin Jian felt that his hands were so numb that they no longer belonged to him.
From the market to the flower shop, from the flower shop to the shopping mall, from the food area to the clothing area...
Standing in a men's clothing store, Qin Jian felt a little excited.
Is this also an item purchased together?
Why.
Not long after.
The F country guy who came out of the fitting room put on a brand new outfit and walked directly in front of Qin Jian. He didn't seem to notice the slightly dissatisfied expression on the other person's face. "How is it?" He raised his arms and turned around.
.
This turn attracted the attention of everyone around here.
Qin Jian looked at the little old man in front of him and curled his lips. Although he felt unhappy, he still couldn't admit the way he looked at choosing clothes. He nodded, "Not bad, not bad."
The familiar sight of an old gentleman is nothing but a playful smile.
Suddenly, Porter stopped smiling and grabbed a light gray woolen coat from the rack nearby. He looked at Qin's figure and immediately took it off the prosthetic model's head.
The hat was placed on Qin Jian's head.
"Well," Old Porter looked Qin Jian up and down and nodded, "Not bad, not bad."
Qin Jian looked confused.
"Happy new year, jian."
…
After putting on new clothes for no apparent reason, the old man and the young man embarked on their return journey.
The sky is getting dark and the sunset is warm.
When he returned to the store again, Qin Jian was a little surprised.
Optimus Prime at the door is no longer alone. Next to his huge body, a beautifully decorated Christmas tree is shining with bright neon lights.
The store is covered with all kinds of Christmas decorations, and even the 1900 hat on the wall painting is pasted with a red Christmas hat.
The empty space on one side of the bar that originally contained many sundries was cleared and replaced with an ordinary upright piano. Behind the piano was a drum set, and on one side was a high stool and a cleaned double bass.
He was leaning on the stool legs.
Very capable female tuner
Qin Jian handed the large and small bags containing food to Liao Linjun, "Sister Lin Jun, these are all food, what else do I need to do next?"
"Thank you, just stay next to me and give me a hand." Liao Linjun was sorting out his handbag, and suddenly found something. He raised his eyebrows, took out a bunch of furry things from a gray velvet bag, and looked at it carefully.
Fan, "The purchase is good, come and take it with you."
Then he handed the elk-shaped hat to Qin Jian.
Then he took out a dozen large and small plates from the bar, "Then put all the candies and desserts on these plates."
"Yes, boss~"
Qin Jian helplessly put the hat on his head.
Just do it.
After a while, plates of colorful fruit plates filled the bar.
"Sister Lin Jun, tell me about Mengbo."
Qin Jian suddenly asked. Although he had a big head, his hands were not slow at all, and a large bag of candy almost reached the bottom.
"Huh?" Liao Linjun raised his head and glanced, "Do you know Meng Bo?"
"I heard something from my sister." Qin Jian filled the last plate in his hand with a few chocolates left, "It feels pretty good."
"So what do you want to know?"
"Girl in the Garden."
In He Jing's recollection, Liao Linjun highly praised this piece, and Qin Jian could see that this piece had a certain influence on He Jing.
So Qin Jian decided to use this song as the song for the third round last night, provided that he survived the first two rounds.
"This one?" Liao Linjun smiled, "Mengbo is a child who never grows up. Until the moment he dies, he still hasn't changed..."
"His music has always seemed too straightforward. To be honest, there are not many pianists in Europe who regard his works as the core repertoire of their performances."
"Under the fog of empiricism, there is really nothing to argue about his mediocrity."
"But when you discover the persistence underlying his musical texture, you will hear the laughter of the urchins next door and recall the slingshots of your childhood."
"Whether it's the fountains and bells in "Scenery from the Road", or the innocent and clumsy soldier children and the ketchup poured on the waltz in "Variations", childishness should not escape every moment under your fingers.
The path across the keys.”
"We need to get into Mombo's glass room, be alone with our childhood selves there, and then look at each other eye to eye."
"Go and feel it, "Girl in the Garden" is in his pupils."
Liao Linjun said, looking past Qin Jian to the glass case window beside his mouth, his eyes full of a smile, "Or, look behind you."
"Um?"
Qin Jian looked back.
A little blond girl wearing a floral skirt and carrying a fruit basket was slowly walking towards her. When she saw him turning around, her curiosity turned into surprise.
Is this the girl in the garden?
Qin Jian thought about Liao Linjun's words again, looked at the little angel in front of him, and gradually sketched out the details of the garden in his heart.