Chapter 81 The continuation of the special starring story
The tattoo incident seems to have come to an end for now.
And Qin Jian admitted that He Jing's script was better.
Outside the station gate, the two of them immediately gave up their plan to take the train in the crowded crowd.
I walked along the road, little by little, toward home.
Qin Jian was carrying a backpack and carrying a large bag in his left hand. He Jing's left arm was close to Qin's side and she was carrying a small bag in her right hand.
The two of them were walking side by side, and from the perspective of passers-by, they had a sense of déjà vu as a couple.
Passing by an old candied haws shop, Qin Jian stopped.
"Wait a moment."
After a while, when he came out again, Qin Jian had a bunch of crystal-clear and round candied haws on his hand.
"This is the only one, the flat one is sold out."
Qin Jian seemed dissatisfied, and his words were somewhat resentful.
He Jing likes to eat candied haws, and the kind with squashed hawthorn.
As soon as Qin Jian finished speaking, He Jing reached out to take it, gently opened her mouth and bit off the top one, then turned around and continued walking forward.
"Thank you~"
There was a sound, and Qin Jian didn't react.
"Hey sister...wait for me." She said and followed closely.
Under the street lights, on the familiar street, two small figures grew longer and longer.
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After crossing two streets and passing a row of shop fronts, the smell of kebabs came to me.
Qin Jian looked around and saw a man with a mustache and a hat skillfully flipping a handful of meat skewers on the grill under the LED lights of the 'No. 1' barbecue.
It tastes like this.
"Go home first. Your favorite food must be all at home today." He Jing gently pushed Qin Jian, "Aunt Fang has to wait impatiently."
Next to the Yishou BBQ store is the main entrance.
Hongtai Community, built in the millennium.
The community is extremely bright tonight, and at first glance, only a few windows are dimly lit.
Building No. 19, Unit 2, in front of Gate No. 402.
Qin Jian took a deep breath, took the key handed over by He Jing and gently inserted it into the lock cylinder.
"Click."
There was a knock on the door.
Qin Jian opened the door. On the left was the sound of cooking with a spatula, and on the right was the news broadcast from the TV.
"Where's the salt, old man, bring it quickly."
"I'm not telling you. You can't even find salt when cooking. You're just like your son. He doesn't pay attention to everything he does. Here you go!"
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The conversation in the kitchen continues.
Qin Jian couldn't control his emotions, put down the bag in his hand, and walked towards the kitchen.
When we came to the dining room, there were six or seven colorful plates on the rectangular dining table.
It's just that the two busy figures in the kitchen still didn't notice the movement here.
"Dad, Mom."
Qin Jian tried his best to control his emotions, but his heart was trembling like a rapidly beating vibrato.
"I'm back."
After a call from the dining room.
The kitchen only stopped for a brief moment.
"Where's your sister?" The hostess who was serving the spoon turned her head and glanced, the expression on her face became more joyful for a moment, and the sound of the spatula in her hand became louder, "I'm hungry, eat something first, stir-fry this dish"
After that, make some soup and start dinner."
"My sister..." Qin Jian hasn't spoken yet.
"Aunt Fang, let me help you." He Jing took off her coat and walked directly into the kitchen, "Teacher Qin, let me do it."
"Jingjing, you go out, you'll be fine soon. Come on, go out and wait for dinner."
"Aunt Fang, let me wash my hands first. This tofu is ready to be cut."
"You girl are disobedient..."
The kitchen is even more lively.
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After being ignored by the hostess, all Qin Jian's eyes were fixed on the male host walking out of the kitchen.
Qin Gang, the man he calls his father, the man he admires.
For this man, 17-year-old Qin Jian had many things to say in his heart.
But at this moment, looking at the other party's strong body, his temples not yet gray, the past in Qin Jian's heart disappeared in an instant.
"dad."
"What's wrong with your hand? It's injured?"
The father and son spoke at the same time.
He Jing, who was busy in the kitchen, also heard the movement in the dining room, and the knife in her hand couldn't help but slow down.
"What's wrong with my son's hand?" Upon hearing this, the hostess put down the spatula in her hand even more anxiously.
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After the explanation of the unified version.
Work continues in the kitchen.
In the living room, two men, one older and one younger, were sitting on the sofa on the same side.
Qin Gang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table, and Qin Jian quickly lit the lighter.
"Then don't take it off casually and wear it even when you sleep. Do you listen?"
Qin Gang's serious look on his face made Qin Jian couldn't help but find it interesting for a while, and his father was in a good mood.
"heard it."
"Stop being so playful and smiling all day long, go and play your big song and I'll listen." Qin Gang said and turned off the TV, "Let me see what's going on."
Looking at Qin Jian sitting in front of the piano with an obedient expression, and recalling He Jing's words on the phone, Qin Gang grinned slightly, just for a moment.
Gently touching the brown upright piano next to the TV wall, Qin Jian was filled with emotions.
This piano simply carries all the nightmares of childhood.
Lifting the piano cover, a faint woody fragrance floated up.
Qin Jian sat down and adjusted his posture. When he raised his hands, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
It's different than playing for anyone.
The audience behind you is your first teacher, your idol, and the person you have determined to surpass since childhood.
After many twists and turns, I came back here again.
Still in the same position, sitting in front of the piano, the man still sat behind him.
It's just that he is no longer that little boy.
From a certain perspective, I have already left the people behind me far behind.
This feeling is unpleasant.
I remember that when my father was young, he always wanted to master the pathos third movement.
The past conversations between father and son were recalled in his mind.
a long time.
Qin Jian sighed softly.
This time, I have to give my best performance.
Qin Jian thought silently in his mind and rolled up his sleeves, picked up the absorbent cloth on the piano and wiped his hands.
A pair of hands with white bandages and the contrast of black and white piano keys actually have a different kind of aesthetics.
Sonata collection for panel, open.
Focus on guidance and open.
Qin Jian closed his eyes, "Dad, sadness three."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jian didn't make any big movements. He only moved his fingers dexterously on the keys.
The melody flows out instantly, compact but not dense.
Qin Jian's steady arms moved back and forth, and the entire living room to the kitchen seemed to be filled with a mysterious rhythmic space where logic and numbers coexisted.
He Jing stood at the door of the kitchen and looked towards the living room.
He Jing couldn't see clearly the expression of the young man in the shadow of the backlight, but He Jing knew that he was different again.
"This kid looks like this..." Looking at his son, Fang Xuehua felt happy from the bottom of his heart.
"Aunt Fang, maybe you have to start accepting the fact that Qin Jian is really a genius at the piano, and the genius has begun to grow up."
As He Jing said that, her eyes fell on the man on the sofa, her eyes confused.
Teacher Qin, you must be very proud...
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Gradually, Qin Gang could no longer understand what Qin Jian was playing behind him.
Smooth, clear, strong and weak, full of strength?
Qin Gang felt that he had almost run out of nouns.
As a normal graduate in the 1980s, Qin Gang's professional level was limited.
I came into contact with do,re,mi at the age of eighteen, and I didn’t really touch the piano until I was twenty...
Qin Jian's performance brought out ripples in Qin Gang's memories.
About the times, about music notation, about Pathetique III and the pedal piano.
Qin Gang had regrets, regrets that Qin Jian didn't understand.
However, his past has passed. Today, in Qin Jian, he sees the continuation of the story.
Like a miracle that happened over a long period of time, suddenly appeared.