Qin Jian couldn't understand what this blue-eyed little angel was excited about.
But the other party's surprised expression and cute appearance still made Qin Jian couldn't help but grab a handful from the candy plate at hand.
Just when Qin Jian was about to possess him.
"Yes, it's an elk."
Old Potter's voice came from the stairs.
Qin Jian looked around and saw a wretched little old man wearing a red coat and trousers with white trim, a Santa hat and a white beard walking over with a serious look on his face, one hand behind his back.
"Come here my little princess, see what this is?"
Obviously, Potter's chirping words caught the little girl's attention, and the latter jumped up and ran over.
Porter was seen kneeling on the ground, raising the little girl's right hand and kissing it, and then took out a pink lollipop from behind.
“Happy new year~”
A deep bass sounded from the door.
After a while, a pair of blond sisters also pushed in the door.
The one who looked obviously more playful turned his head and hit Mr. Elk on the antlers with a flirtatious look as he passed the bar.
Just when Qin Jian was about to raise his hand to respond to the other party, the white girl turned around and got directly into Santa Claus's arms.
Look at the kind Santa Claus hugging him from left to right.
The elk quit.
"Still a human being?"
…
As visitors arrived one after another, the atmosphere in the store became more and more lively.
But obviously, in such a huge space, Qin Jian felt that he was completely out of the situation.
It's not because of the hat on my head.
There were only blacks and whites dazzling in front of me. Finally, a yellow-skinned girl came to the bar to get some candy. As soon as she opened her mouth, she said, "I'll take your dick."
Isn't this a joke?
It is true that communication barriers start with language barriers.
Apart from myself, the only two people in the whole room who could communicate seemed to be busy with what they were doing.
Liao Linjun and the women were busy processing food, while Santa Claus on the other side finally got down to business and chatted affectionately with the men.
undoubtedly.
After confirming that there was no follow-up work, Mr. Reindeer took out "Girl in the Garden" from his backpack.
After listening to Liao Linjun's explanation, Qin Jian could feel part of what she wanted to convey to him.
However, drawing certain conclusions based on mere speculation is mostly what novelists are good at doing.
Qin Jian came to a relatively quiet corner, sat down, and opened the first page of the score.
The other half of Mumbo's secret should be hidden here.
Qin Jian read every note carefully, and occasionally hummed along.
After reading it through for the first time, if you just look between the lines of the notes, there doesn't seem to be any surprises.
There are no daunting atonal melodies, chaotic rhythms, puzzling harmonies, or unapproachable thematic expressions in the pencil pen of this modern composer.
Qin Jian's understanding of modernist works only stopped at this.
All the situations that were expected to occur were not discovered, beautiful melody, appropriate harmony, and clear rhythm.
Although I learned from Liao Linjun that this young composer did not like Igor, Bartok or the twelve-level music group.
But judging from some subtitles on the score, he does not advocate primitivism.
It was difficult to connect the music chart he recognized with the various aspects of childhood mentioned by Liao Linjun, so Qin Jian reluctantly began to read it for the second time.
The third time….
The fourth time….
After reading it over and over again, Mr. Elk finally got lost.
But at least part of the notation work has been completed.
The harvest seems to be good too.
Suddenly, a little boy with brown curly hair ran up to Qin Jian, took Qin Jian's hand, and then pointed to the other side.
"Forest."
Qin Jian looked around and saw Liao Linjun waving to him.
After putting away the score, Qin Jian took the little boy to the hall.
The originally scattered tables were put together and filled with all kinds of food, including roast turkey, puddings, raspberry cakes that I bought and brought back, and many food brought by the guests...
Everyone around the table stared curiously. Everyone was familiar with this man who always wore a reindeer hat. Almost everyone who walked by the bar noticed it.
However, Liao Linjun did not introduce much. He just blew a breath under Qin Jian's antlers and said, "Relax, little boy." Then he pushed Qin Jian's prize into the crowd.
"merry christmas!"
"merry christmas!"
…
December 25th at Coffee Table Piano House is chic.
It's always been like this.
Qin Jian didn't know when his hat landed on the white girl's head.
I don’t even know when I got a red lip mark on my face.
But none of this matters.
After coming out of the bathroom, Qin Jian wiped his mouth, and his comfortable stomach sent him a signal that he could continue the fight.
The cool breeze in the hall blew in his face, and Qin Jian felt that he was much more awake.
At this moment, Santa Claus suddenly jumped out and chirped a lot to everyone.
Suddenly all the children cheered.
Are you going to give out gifts?
"bass, lin."
Following the call of Santa Claus, Liao Linjun walked out.
The whole audience cheered.
Santa Claus walked to Qin Jian and took Qin Jian's right hand.
"piano, jian."
This time Qin Jian understood.
It's time to get to work.
Qin Jian bowed slightly amidst the voices, and the white girl also came out and put the hat on Qin Jian's head again.
Before turning around, he left a second lip print on Qin Jian's left face.
The focus of the hall has changed from the wine table to the simple small stage.
Santa Claus made it to the end of the stage in front of the jazz drums.
Liao Linjun sat on a high stool holding the double bass and leaning against the piano.
Qin Jian rolled up his sleeves and sat in front of the piano.
A small light shines on the stage.
"Play whatever you want."
Liao Linjun's voice was very small, but it was enough to reach Qin Jian's ears.
Qin Jian leaned over and raised his hand.
The whole place fell silent instantly.
Especially the children's eyes widened, and some even covered their mouths.
Probably because he is a Mr. Elk who can play the piano.
"What are you playing?"
Qin Jian thought about it for about 5 seconds.
Until a childish voice broke the silence of the audience.
“jingle bells!!”
Qin Jian really knows how to jingle bells. He learned it in English class when he was a child.
As the voice of one child turned into the voices of a group of children, Qin Jian suddenly turned around and made a "shh" gesture to everyone, his facial expression deliberately tense.
The scene was quiet again, and even Liao Linjun on the side felt a little curious.
What is this guy going to do?
Suddenly, Qin Jian, whose body was originally motionless, started to nod up and down, and the antlers on his head also came to life and moved as if they were beating a beat.
Qin Jian stood half-standing, bent over, and moved his left hand to the keyboard according to the rhythm.
mi,mi,mi…
Suddenly, the clear and crisp sound of the piano sounded.
It's that jingle bell that every child is familiar with.
Along with the music, Qin Jian saw excitement and surprise on the children's faces, and there seemed to be some depression.
Lifting his right arm, Qin Jian moved it up and down, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed.
The music was going on, but at some point, a little boy suddenly started humming along with the music.
“jingle bells, jingle bells…”
Qin Jian raised the corner of his mouth and moved his hands even wider.
Gradually, each child joined the chorus.
The pure and sweet children's voice is like the sound of nature.
Throughout the hall, the piano and children's voices became more and more integrated, releasing the most instinctive purity.
No modifications.
In the pure and flawless music, Qin Jian seemed to see a child, who looked like himself but was not like himself. But from the child's eyes, Qin Jian saw the patterned canvas on the old woman's sewing machine, and saw a corner of the garden full of ivy.
.
A smiling girl was holding a watering can and looking at herself in surprise.
…
The melody was repeated over and over again, and even the adults joined in. Judging from their peaceful expressions, it seemed that this Jingle Bells song brought them back to their distant childhood homeland.
Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian with something else besides curiosity.
The gloved left hand also gently held the bow.
As the absolute bass player of the Zero Hour Chorus, Old Porter also took out a pair of drum brushes from the Santa Claus backpack behind him and played with them like magic in his hands.
Qin Jian opened his eyes again, feeling a little dazed for a moment, as if he was wandering through the five main themes.
I shook my head vigorously, but it did not affect the performance of my left hand in any way.
Qin Jian sat down and straightened his antlered hat first.
Then open the panel and check the swing ring.
OK.
The moment Qin Jian's right hand touched the keys, a low, demonic bass resonance suddenly hit the piano's humming tail.