Qin Jian finished dressing and put on his black bag.
"Wait a minute." A slightly confused voice came from the living room, "Qin Jian."
"Um?"
Qin Jian returned to the bedside. He Jingzheng was half-obsessed as he rummaged through the bedside cabinet a few times and pulled out a brand new dark gray scarf.
"I forgot to give it to you yesterday," He Jing stood up and tied the scarf in her hand around Qin Jian's neck, "I went and listened to Teacher Liao more. I will rest this afternoon and cook for you."
A Christmas gift? Qin Jian felt warm in his heart.
"Sister, please rest for a while."
…
Qin Jian closed the door gently.
Qin Jian understood He Jing's fatigue, especially in the days before the art exam. It was not an exaggeration for a piano teacher who took the art exam to give seven or eight lessons a day from morning to night.
And being a piano teacher is not as easy a job as it seems.
When music is moved from the stage to the practice room, and then from the practice room to the classroom, the music basically loses most of its beauty.
Students’ consistent mistakes and bizarre self-justifications will always give you a headache for an entire class, or even for a day.
All walks of life have difficulties.
"Master, the intersection of Beiyuan Road and Huaxing West Street"
"okay."
After waiting for 10 minutes, I finally passed an empty taxi. The weather was bad and the taxi business was extremely good.
…
Qin Jian got out of the car and arrived at the store within two steps. The neat first floor looked like nothing happened yesterday.
I greeted the old bartender and went directly to the second floor.
"Good morning, Sister Lin Jun."
"morning."
It is rare for Liao Linjun not to wear a white coat today. She is dressed in a simple work uniform style, making it difficult for people to associate her with the bass player last night.
Kind of cool.
"Continue memorizing music?" Qin Jian took out his brand new collection of Beethoven sonatas from his backpack, which he had specially installed after getting up this morning.
As expected, today’s task should be to read the pathos score.
"Smart, sad."
Liao Linjun clasped his hands together, threw the book in his hand aside, and took out his tool bag from the cabinet on the side. "Let's get started." He said and opened the soundboard of a piano.
Qin Jian came to his old place, opened the music score, and started reading in the morning light.
With yesterday's experience, he quickly found his groove today. In one morning, Qin Jian memorized the first and second movements.
Compared with the Presto movement in F minor, Qin Jian obviously spent more time practicing the third movement of the Pathetique during this period of time.
The muscle memory that had been developed in his fingers was greatly promoted at this moment. Qin Jian only needed to segment the musical phrases to strengthen his memory of the left hand and the expression marks on the music score.
One morning passed, Qin Jian played blindly on the piano no less than four times, and hummed along with it four times.
During this period, he was also praised by Liao Linjun for his "beautiful pitch".
Although this makes Qin Jian a little embarrassed, on the other hand, as the other party said, the reason why he can sing each melody accurately is undoubtedly because the music score in his mind is accurate.
Near the end of the morning, Qin Jian planned to go through the first and second movements to make sure that he was not enjoying himself all morning.
Qin Jian was interrupted by Liao Linjun just as he was in a good mood to play the first set of chords.
"stop."
Is there a problem at the beginning? The mood is wrong? The volume is wrong? Or the pedal is wrong?
Qin Jian stood up and looked at Liao Linjun with some confusion.
"Sorry, come play this piano. It's just been tuned. Give it a try for me."
…
After changing the piano, Qin Jian was once again brewing his emotions.
about there.
Qin Jian did not open the sonata collection in his backpack.
After hesitating for a moment, the focused guidance was also given up.
The fourth question asked by Liao Linjun on the first day of class echoed in my mind.
"What exactly do you want to express?"
After thinking for a while, Qin Jian raised his hand.
The chords appear again, and under the solemn chords, the heaviness of the music follows.
Still starting from the banker.
Beethoven Piano Sonata No. 8.
The performer Qin Jian began his performance.
…
The whole song is over.
"How does it feel?"
The words coming from one side made Qin Jian feel nervous. How should he answer these words?
To be honest, the performance level this time was definitely better than when the panel was hanging.
But Qin Jian still had a trace of joy in his heart.
After all, only you can understand what causes the difference in performance before and after.
Relying purely on personal ability, I not only completed the memorization of the first and second movements, but also had some outlines in terms of the completeness and emotional expression of the performance.
If he gives himself some quiet practice time, Qin Jian believes he can do better.
This kind of "better" is by no means a simple completion of music charts. Qin Jian cannot describe it, but his psychology is unquestionable.
More importantly, this was absolutely impossible in the past, even in the hardest days before graduating from college.
"Sister Lin Jun, I believe I can do better, as long as I continue..." Qin Jian was a little excited. Who doesn't want to see his own progress?
"Wait a minute," Liao Linjun interrupted Qin Jian in confusion, "Is my question difficult to understand?"
Liao Linjun pushed the frame and looked at Qin Jian seriously: "I mean, how does this piano play? Do you understand me? Let me first talk about the feeling of the bass range."
“….”
Is it like this?
Qin Jian nodded seriously, "Okay, the tone of this piano's bass range is dry."
After a pause, Qin Jian continued, "Except for the dry air in the room, it is probably because the carbon steel of the strings is not pure enough, and the copper wires on some strings are not evenly wound."
The first half of the sentence is Qin Jian's feeling. As for the following words, they are just said casually. After all, the piano guide in my mind clearly records the piano manufacturing process.
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.
Liao Linjun didn't know how many more surprises the young man in front of her would bring to her.
Regarding the craft of strings, as an ordinary art candidate, why do you have such a clear view and understanding?
More importantly, what he said was right.
"How do you think this problem should be solved?"
Liao Linjun seemed to have truly discovered the way to open this treasure at this moment, and looked at Qin Jian with a trace of hope in his eyes.
"Let's get another one."
…
…
In the end, Liao Linjun did not give Qin Jian any comments on the first and second movements of the Pathetique, but only told him that the remaining task today was to complete the third movement.
"dinner time."
Following the sound coming from downstairs, the two people upstairs put down what they were doing.
During the meal, Qin Jian silently ate his curry rice.
The other two were having a heated argument about whether last night's turkey was fresh or not.
The style of painting was extremely strange for a while.
"By the way, Qin Jian, do you have a concerto in your hand?"
Liao Linjun's sudden question made Qin Jian a little confused.
"Yes." The 'Day of Anger' flashed through Qin Jian's mind.
"That's good, you can come over and lie down again tomorrow."
After a simple lunch, Liao Linjun hurriedly left the piano hall and told Qin Jian to make his own arrangements in the afternoon before leaving.
15:20.
Qin Jian finished playing the third movement from memory and then left.
Qin Jian did not return to the Ink Painting Garden immediately after leaving the piano hall. He contacted Ye Yi, who happened to be at home.
"It's not too much to relax."
“The combination of work and rest is highly efficient.”
In the taxi, Qin Jian looked at the chat list on the phone screen, and the profile picture belonging to Three Hundred Jin was moving further and further back.
"I don't know what happened to this guy's preparation. There has been no movement for a long time."
Suddenly, a system push message came.
"There are only five days left until 2014, are you ready?"
Qin Jian's heart moved and he clicked in subconsciously.
"Good news, good news, Huaxin Mall is offering crazy discounts..."
.....
This is good news, especially for some people.
One-click forwarding.
‘Three hundred pounds of smile’
After closing the phone, Qin Jian moved his eyes out the window. Unconsciously, there were indeed a lot of cheerful red colors in the streets and alleys.