Chapter 87 The two piano rooms of the Yuefu Music Store
“Is the wheel of history crooked again?”
When Qin Jian was briefly surprised that Feng Ziyan appeared on the list of candidates for the Yanjing Music Association, he didn't care anymore.
After all, as one of the future twin stars of the Yanjing piano class, his classical playing skills should be at a high level.
Qin Jian is not sure whether he has participated in this Huayun Competition, but another one.
He must have participated in this competition and stood at the end.
Qin Jian's memory returned to a certain day again.
‘Second Place in the 17th Chopin International Piano Competition’
‘First Prize in the 15th Van Cliburn International Piano Competition’
‘First place in the piano category of the 6th Huayun Youth Music Competition’
This is a poster about someone's global tour piano concert in Yanjing.
This is in front of the notice board at the entrance of the Zhongxiu Concert Hall of the Yanjing Conservatory of Music.
It was a very hot day, and Qin Jian happened to graduate.
I listened to a graduation concert that was not my own.
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"The famous young pianist living in the United States really gave a perfect performance."
Just this time, will you come again?
Looking at the words 'Sixth Session' in the top left corner of the form, Qin Jian rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and then sneered, with no emotion on his face.
"What's the point?"
It's inconvenient this time, but there will be another time, and it will happen again after a long time.
Looking across his left hand, Qin Jian felt that the game was gradually becoming interesting.
…
After exiting the picture magnification mode, the phone screen returns to the chat dialog box.
Looking at Lin Zihui's dog head, Qin Jian was still very grateful. Although this kind of information resource had no practical significance to him, it was the other party's intention.
let it go: thank you
Let it go: I’ll treat you to dinner when I’m done
After replying to the message, Qin Jian threw the phone aside, stood up and looked out the window.
It was getting dark, and there were many more pedestrians on the street than in the morning.
The small bar across the street also turned on the lights at this time.
"Fugue?"
Looking at the word "fuge" with a faint white light on the bar's door sign, Qin Jian seemed to hear a certain melody in his ears. He felt suddenly happy and whistled subconsciously.
"get up."
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Yuefu Music Store is very busy today.
From early morning to now, strangers have come and gone one after another, over and over again, and some people have even been here two or three times.
The strange thing is that no one asked about musical instruments, only whether there was any spare piano room.
On the sofa near the front desk of the music store, a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty-five years old and dressed in simple clothes was crossing his legs. The sound of string music coming from an unknown piano room was gently shaking his head.
A thin boy walked by and asked curiously: "Boss, boss, did you see it? Just now a group of foreigners got off the bus at the door. I saw that many of them were carrying musical instrument boxes. Judging from the packaging, they should all be
Some high-end goods, many of which I have never seen before.”
The clerk is not new to the world, and is even more proficient in the brand, price, and performance characteristics of each musical instrument than most classical musicians.
The middle-aged man who was called the boss still nodded intoxicatedly, but raised a finger to his mouth and said, "Shh."
The clerk curled his lips, took the dried deerskin in his hand and continued to wipe it around the metal musical instrument hanging on the wall.
This is one of the two tasks that his boss ordered him to do every day.
The sound of violins in the hall became more and more passionate.
Gorgeous, elegant, sunny, wonderful.
Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor.
In this way, even in the noisy hall without band accompaniment, it actually presents a grand and majestic beauty.
Click.
Suddenly, the melody suddenly interrupted with the sound of this guy.
The sound of the piano ceased.
"Broken string?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and his nodding head stopped. There was a deep regret on his face that said shrewdness: "What a pity."
Recalling the strangers who had appeared in the store today, the man finally focused on a figure and turned to look at the second piano room on the left side of the first floor.
"Wu Lian, go ask the guest in piano room No. 6 if he needs to change the strings."
"Give her a 50% discount." His words were filled with pride.
When the clerk heard the sound, he put down the deerskin in his hand and came to the shelf in front of the counter to flip through it. After a while.
"Boss, it seems that the only nylon strings left are Piasto's. Are you...sure?"
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then turned his head, gave his clerk an appreciative look, and shook his head.
"10% off."
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In another large piano room on the second floor of Yuefu Music Store.
The Girl in Cotton Clothes ended her practice. Although she spent an entire afternoon on the Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor, it was not without gains.
At least the proficiency has been enhanced a bit. This small improvement is something to be thankful for before the game.
But the girl was still a little bit dissatisfied with the final result.
Watch the final number on the stopwatch.
"05:08."
"One second left."
"Okay, you win today."
The girl shook her shoulders slightly, looked at the book on the music stand, and suddenly blinked, a hint of cunning flashed through her eyes.
He pursed his lips and hesitated, then reached out and picked up the book.
When she opened the title page, there was no name on it, so the girl turned to the next page.
"What are these?"
'There are stars in your eyes'
‘The fat guy is snoring again’
Phew.
Turning over page after page, apart from the first few pages of diary-like text records, the following pages are filled with records about problems that arise during piano performance.
When seeing solutions to certain piano technologies, the girl would occasionally frown and stop, and then try them on the piano.
I have to say that the other party is really awesome.
The further back she looked, the more serious the girl became, especially when she saw the passage about music and color. She would think about it for a while almost after every sentence.
'Suppose music is an imitation of light...'
'If color can express human emotions to some extent...'
'Countless composers have created ever-changing color combinations in 24 major and minor keys...'
The girl held the thin book in her hand, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart.
Is your pathos three light red?
"I really want to hear it."
The girl sighed softly, but there was a bit of enthusiasm in her cold brows.
Slowly turned to the last page.
'05:07, end.'
Sighing softly, the girl hesitated for a long time this time, and finally opened the book on this page and put it back on the music stand.
"He will definitely come back to look for such an important thing."
The girl muttered to herself and put on her white cotton coat again.
He got up and walked to the door of the piano room, with his back to the piano, and paused for a moment.
"Goodbye, Mr. Roast Duck."
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However, not long after the girl left the piano store, she was walking towards the Zhongshan Concert Hall.
A call came from far behind.
"Hey, the one in front, wait a minute."
The girl retracted her long legs and turned back in confusion.
A thin figure was running towards this side.
Isn't this a clerk from a music store?
"Here, you forgot your things."
The clerk ran up to the girl and handed over the things in his hand.
She looked at the thing in her hand in surprise. Before the girl could speak, when she looked up again, the other party had already turned around and ran away far away.