No matter who wants to let go, this is not a question that should be pursued too persistently.
In the following time, Qin Jian had a detailed discussion with the other party on some practical piano playing techniques.
For example, the influence of thumb usage habits during arpeggiation exercises on the entire hand frame, or whether the ambiguity of vibrato playing will provide better imagination space for the audience...
Qin Jian could always put forward the key to the problem and then wait for Liao Linjun's answer.
And the latter also took the trouble to throw out theoretical tones or experiences based on stories one by one.
There are just too many problems and too little time.
The end of the morning.
"It's almost time, I have to leave." Liao Linjun said, turning around and walking towards the stairs, "Remember what I just said, and you don't have to come tomorrow. Today is the last day of business before the new year. You can do it before 6 p.m.
Choose to continue practicing piano here."
"Good luck."
It was almost the sound coming from downstairs, but Qin Jian could still hear it clearly.
Is the Coffee Table Piano Shop going to close down years ago?
For a moment, Qin Jian felt a little disappointed.
Looking at the dense notebook in front of him, Qin Jian felt that he needed to say something more to Liao Linjun.
But when we arrived on the first floor, only the little old man was left cleaning rows of wine glasses at the bar.
The speaker on the side of Optimus Prime's head was playing an R&B blues song with harmonica and vocals.
The bass of the harmonica shuttles through the female singer's voice, and the distinctive drum beats are dotted with the harmony of the accompaniment melody.
It is filled with a strong sense of road.
"Uncle, where is Sister Lin Jun?"
Old Porter said nothing and pointed to the door.
Qin Jian looked over and saw Liao Linjun's silver Volvo driving away slowly.
"Okay," Qin Jian sighed softly and nodded helplessly, but it perfectly matched the street style of music.
"Uncle, what's the name of this song?"
“daddy’s gone”
"Thanks."
Just when Qin Jian was about to go upstairs.
"Wait a minute, Jian."
Qin Jian turned around and saw Old Porter raising his hand, and suddenly a packaging bag flew over in a parabola.
He stretched out his hand to catch it and took a closer look.
A sandwich?
"There's no lunch today."
Old Porter said as he took out a similarly packaged sandwich with his other hand and shook it in mid-air.
…
Bruce downstairs.
Classical upstairs.
On the last working day of 2013, Coffee Table Piano Hall spent its time in the cross-baptism of two completely different musical styles.
Qin Jian was attentive throughout the afternoon, but he could still hear the occasional tinkling noise coming from downstairs.
And "Girl in the Garden" seems to have found a more correct way to open it on the second floor in the afternoon.
Qin Jian initially solved the problem of stumbling in the whole song.
To put it bluntly, my hands are much more skilled than last night.
What's left is pure practice to consolidate and speed up.
It's dark outside the window.
After finishing the last play, Qin Jian put up the lid of the piano.
I got up and checked whether every window on the second floor was closed tightly.
As for the rest, it is inconvenient to move around casually.
After making sure it was correct, he left the second floor.
17:36 minutes.
In front of the bar, Qin Jian ordered an American drink.
The old bartender locked the door of the wine cabinet.
17:55 minutes.
Coffee table at the entrance of the piano house.
"good luck."
"Goodbye, uncle."
Soon, there was only an old bicycle parked at the gate for who knows how long.
Through the display window, you can clearly see that the 1900 and his large cruise ship on the wall painting of the store are covered with a large cloth.
There are four huge characters written crookedly on it.
Happy New Year.
…
The end of the year.
The whole city seems to be getting anxious, even though it is still some time before the real Spring Festival for Chinese people.
But for most modern people, it only takes a second to enter the New Year, when 2013 turns to 2014 on the mobile phone screen.
It’s true that we can look forward to the New Year.
After all, there are three days of statutory holidays.
But does all this have much to do with Qin Jian?
Practicing the piano, eating, sleeping, Qin Jian's life is step by step, simple and simple.
Except for a trip to the drugstore one afternoon as an excuse to go out for a walk.
Then he sneaked to 1401 to give Ye Taotao his last piano lesson of the year.
However, it is not ruled out that someone is using the class as an excuse to get a meal.
About practicing piano.
The biggest achievement of Qin Jian's time as a classmate was that he finally won "The Girl in the Garden", and the second was that he obtained a prop with no specific purpose.
[Qintong's Wings]: Within 60 minutes of use, you can gain three times the staff analysis ability.
Three times, musical notation, analytical power, time limit is one hour.
It doesn't look like a powerful thing in any way, even though the border of the item is dark blue.
In comparison, Qin Jian prefers something more intuitive.
Gold coins: 170w+
Experience value:(45/200)
However, there are also places that make people feel depressed.
For example, Qin Jian saw that the number on his left hand had fallen below the 1500 mark.
On the afternoon of the last day of 2013, I was on the bus home.
But that's not the most important thing.
…
There is a traffic light outside the car window and you will arrive at Yangcheng Bus Station.
All the scenes on the street at the intersection are worth recalling and feeling.
But as it got closer, Qin Jian became more and more timid.
Fear of being close to home.
Qin Jian was afraid of his left hand.
"Qin Jian." He Jing called.
"Um?"
The dazed boy sitting next to He Jing was suddenly interrupted.
He Jing pondered for a moment, turned around, looked into the other person's eyes and asked seriously: "Do you have any other tattoos on your body?"
Faced with He Jing's sudden question, Qin Jian's expression did not change, and he just let out a breath.
"Gone."
Qin Jian's instant answer surprised He Jing, as the other party's expression and reaction speed seemed to have prepared an answer.
This made He Jing feel a little suspicious, and she frowned slightly, "Is it true?"
"real."
Qin Jian once again made a decisive decision, but he also had a drumbeat in his heart.
Regarding the issue of tattoos, Qin Jian has been mentally prepared to be questioned at any time since he was asked about it by Lin Zihui.
It was just He Jing's question that made him feel a little surprised.
Could it be that in the eyes of the other party, there is still something about him that is a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right?
And at this time when I will be home soon, the issue of tattoos has obviously become more sensitive.
Regarding the rebellious artistic behavior in adolescence, Qin Jian was not sure what He Jing was thinking in her heart.
Should you side with yourself? Or should you side with your parents?
Along the way, Qin Jian has deduced n kinds of plots about "going home and getting a tattoo on his left hand" in his mind countless times.
Among them, He Jing's side is extremely crucial to the development and rewriting of the plot...
While Qin Jian's complex psychological activities were going on, He Jing on the side quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw He Jing taking out a roll of gauze from her bag.
"Let's tie this up first."
Qin Jian was stunned. Looking at the familiar packaging bag in He Jing's hand, he couldn't help but put his hand into the side pocket of his coat and picked up a roll of the same round thing.
"I haven't thought about how to explain your left hand problem to Teacher Qin..." He Jing's voice was very soft, "You know his character well, so let's pass these two days for the time being, and then I will slowly talk to him
explain."
"I checked the information. Practicing arpeggios with a bandage on the tiger's mouth may help to span the distance of the keyboard with one hand. The authenticity of this theory is not important. Do you understand what I mean?"
He Jing paused and continued.
"As for this tattoo, I don't plan to ask you anything more. I just hope that you can think carefully before deciding to do something in the future."
"Okay, I'm done." He Jing took off the gauze, "Can you give me your hand?"
Half a moment.
Qin Jian stretched out his hand silently.
After a while, under He Jing's deft hands, the tattoo on Qin Jian's hand was hidden little by little under the gauze. After wrapping it around in circles, instead of becoming bloated, his hand looked like a martial artist.
sense of power.
Qin Jian still didn't know what to say and let He Jing do the final finishing work on his left hand.
Silence is not waiting.
It's just that he really didn't foresee this episode.
"Dear passengers, we have arrived at Yangcheng Bus Station, please stop the car..."