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767. The Whispering Whisper of Qin Cai's Best Friends Prepared by 31 People

Last night the temperature dropped across a large area in the north.

The whole of Yanjing seemed to have entered winter overnight.

Early the next morning, since there were no classes in the morning, the four people in 404 woke up and stayed in bed without getting up.

Qin Jian was also breathing heavily in bed. He had chatted with Duan Ran too late last night, and he had just woken up and picked up his phone.

"Don't you think it's very cold in the dormitory today?"

Wang Xiaoliang's expressions and movements are a bit exaggerated, but his words are not exaggerated at all.

"The temperature dropped last night." Chen Tangjie took a breath and continued, "The weather forecast said it would be colder for two days."

At this moment, Qin Jian got out of bed with a squeaky voice.

"What are you doing? It's so cold today. You should have a good rest in the morning. You've been busy these days." Chen Tangjie asked with concern.

"Get the express," Qin Jian put on a jacket, "I sent some winter clothes from home."

As soon as he heard about the winter clothes, Zheng Feng sat up from the bed and said, "I'll help you get them."

"No need." Qin Jian thought to himself which scene this was from, but he didn't react for a moment.

By the time he reacted, Zheng Feng had already jumped out of bed, "Don't carry heavy things."

Chen Tangjie followed: "What Brother Feng said is that now the whole Xiaoliang combined is not as valuable as one of your hands. Let Brother Feng help you get it. Winter clothes are not light."

Qin Jian opened his mouth, he was moved, but he was not pretentious, "I'll treat you at noon."

Facts have proved that Brother Feng is right, the whole big cardboard box is really not small.

Fang Xuehua not only sent five pieces of clothes to his son, but also brought many local specialties from Yangcheng.

Qin Jian divided the food on the spot.

After arranging his clothes, he did not go to the piano room and continued to sort out the 'Shoke' piano fingering.

He expects to have everything sorted out by the end of last month.

At noon, Qin Jian ordered two portions of Super Family Buckets, and after finishing his private meal, he went to the piano room.

This afternoon he will give lessons to Fang Xiaoyu and Shen Qingci.

...

"master..."

At half past one, Fang Xiaoyu came to Qin Jian's piano room cautiously.

"How is it? Has the tremolo problem been solved?" Qin Jian stood up with a smile and moved away from the piano.

Seeing that Qin Jian was in a good mood, Fang Xiaoyu felt less nervous and replied in a low voice: "That's almost it."

"Come on then."

Fang Xiaoyu sat down in front of the piano, adjusted his breathing, and then raised his left hand to play the three bars from yesterday.

"Dangdangdangdang——"

From weak to strong, the strength is even.

Finally, it ends with deafening sound effects.

It only takes 9 seconds before and after.

"Yes, this is the effect we want for our stage."

Qin Jian listened to it once and immediately gave his approval.

"Hoo~"

"Thank you, master."

After receiving Qin Jian's affirmation, Fang Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't practice anything yesterday, she just practiced these three sections, and now her wrists are hurting.

Qin Jian pulled up a chair and sat next to Fang Xiaoyu. He smiled and said, "I talked about you in front of everyone yesterday. Do you have any emotions in your heart?"

Fang Xiaoyu hurriedly shook his head: "No, no master. It's my problem. I'm not ready."

Qin Jian sighed in his heart. In his opinion, the tremolo technique he required was indeed a bit difficult for Fang Xiaoyu at this stage.

But on an occasion like yesterday, if he ignored Fang Xiaoyu's question, what would he ask of others?

What's more, his expectations for Fang Xiaoyu were already very high.

"How's it going? It's half a semester. How is college life?"

Qin Jian's words changed, and the scene in the piano room became warm for a moment, "Are you used to it?"

Fang Xiaoyu felt embarrassed when asked, "Are you okay? My classmates, teachers, brothers, sisters, and roommates are all very good to me."

He smiled and continued: "I just don't feel as comfortable as in Bor."

Qin Jian: "Are you homesick?"

"Yeah." Fang Xiaoyu nodded, "I miss my mom, dad, grandma, and Teacher Ye."

When Qin Jian heard the word "Teacher Ye", his eyebrows raised involuntarily.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't realize anything. She asked Qin Jian: "Master, did you miss home when you left home for the first time?"

Qin Jian sighed, and the scene from a long time ago appeared in his mind. For a moment, he said, "Think about it."

At that time, he also came to the unfamiliar Yanjing alone from Yangcheng to study, so he could understand Fang Xiaoyu's mood.

After thinking about it, he said, "Xiaoyu, if anything happens at school from now on, you can come to me directly."

He knew Fang Xiaoyu's temperament and could hide things in his heart.

With such an apprentice, and the relationship with a fellow villager, he should take more care of him both inside and outside.

"Thank you, master. I understand."

Fang Xiaoyu thought for a while, then told Qin Jian about Du Luokun.

She wanted to hear whether she was doing the right thing.

Qin Jian: "If you like it, go for it. If you don't like it, just reject it decisively. If you make this clear earlier, everyone will be relieved. You are doing the right thing."

Although he said it was true, Qin Jian was not at ease in his heart.

After listening to Fang Xiaoyu's story, he admired his apprentice very much, at least he was more courageous than himself in handling emotional issues.

Fang Xiaoyu: "Then I'll be relieved."

Qin Jian was curious: "Actually, I think the boy who plays the trumpet is pretty good. He is handsome and professional. Isn't this the one you girls want? What kind of boy do you like?"

Fang Xiaoyu thought about it seriously: "Mature and steady, it can give people a sense of security. It doesn't matter whether he is handsome or not. Of course, if he is handsome, it will be a plus. The most important thing is that I like him."

Qin Jian laughed and said, "The end is the key."

Fang Xiaoyu didn't feel embarrassed and said with a smile, "Otherwise~"

"Master, what kind of girl do you like? It must be like Teacher Ye~"

...

Putting aside the relationship between master and apprentice, this is probably the first time that Qin Jian has sat together with a girl of about the same age to talk about the emotional issues of young men and women.

After communicating like this, the two people became closer.

This is close, and it really has nothing to do with men and women.

Qin Jian is boring, boring to the core.

He doesn't like to let anyone know his secrets.

But no matter how boring people are, they still have the desire to talk.

Firstly, he couldn't open his mouth, and secondly, he didn't know who to open his mouth to.

He trusted Fang Xiaoyu, especially.

He believed that Fang Xiaoyu would not tell others what he said.

So the words he had been keeping in his heart finally found an outlet through today's atmosphere.

Don't talk about it, some words are shared like this, and he can understand what is right and wrong during the sharing process.

Fang Xiaoyu's reaction definitely came as a big surprise to Qin Jian. He said something that Qin Jian didn't expect at all.

Qin Jian gained a lot from today's class. The piano tremolo problem in the first act was solved, and some real problems hidden in his heart were gradually unearthed.

...

Finally, Qin Jian told Fang Xiaoyu about op10.no1.

"Goodbye, master!" When leaving, Fang Xiaoyu still looked like he was finishing get out of class as before.

"Go." Qin Jian looked more at ease.

...

After Fang Xiaoyu's class ended, Qin Jian left the piano room and went to Shen Qingci's office.

After class, Shen Qingci took Qin Jian and left the school.

The person Shen Qingci wanted to take him to meet some time ago finally returned to Yanjing.

"Just give him your tour arrangements."

On the way, Shen Qingci was still trying to sell things off.

...

"Who is it?"

"You'll know when you get there, you've met him."

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