Qin Jian put down the phone and took out a new mobile phone from his bag.

Get a new card, select the language, and activate the .....

The screen is a little smaller.,The feel is still familiar.,Let's make do with it first.。

As for the other part, it was just to cheer up with the 5C buddies.

Who is this extra one for?

Mom, no, it's going to be exposed.

Fat man, Qin Jian thought about it, or count the ball, this thing has a big mouth......

Forget it, let's leave it there for now.

It's still early to continue learning.

Qin Jian opened the panel and pulled open Chris's piano guide again.

Read it up.

"The soul of a pianist is attached to their fingertips. ”

"The control of the change in force shows the refined touch method. ”

"Baroque music is almost exclusively marked with only two kinds of strength and weakness....."

.....

In three hours, Qin Jian ordered two more meals, ate two ice creams, and swiped the guide to 47%.

The more Qin Jian looked, the more frightened and surprising, today not only learned about the strength and weakness of piano performance in various musical periods, but also learned how to further deal with the rotation of fingers, wrists and forearms, and how to grasp the weight of the upper arm and above as the basis of the pianist's physical activity.

Qin Jian customized the next practice goal in the memo of the new mobile phone.

It's almost time, so it's time to pack up and head to the store.

Qin Jian solved his outfit on the spot in the mall.

A good figure with an informal black casual suit, paired with a brand new white shirt, although it is not a big brand, but at this time it is combined together, covering the last trace of childishness of the young man in the mirror, and the angular facial features exude strong hormones at the moment.

"Handsome, really handsome. ”

Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction, quite satisfied with his image.

A good stage image is very important, and Qin Jian has a trace of other expectations for tonight's performance.

Pay, change clothes, and leave.

Under the reluctant gaze of the shopping guide, Qin Jian carried his new clothes, put on his backpack and left.

The winter wine street afternoon is bleak and lazy, quiet.

However, standing at the door of Blossom Alley, you can still faintly hear the intermittent music coming from the hall, but judging from the sound of the music, the musical instruments played are rarely in such places.

Qin Jian's heart was filled with a little curiosity, and there was a vague expectation.

......

"No, this kind of performance is not appropriate for us. ”

An old hippie wearing colorful sunglasses pointed to the stage with a Taiwan accent, and said to the lean man in a suit on the side, "Xiao Jiejie, how do you want me to speak, I want a Western musician, do you understand the West, is this our work efficiency, and we can find a person who plays folk music in such a long time?"

"Poof~"

"Puff~~~"

The surrounding staff were all amused by the man's Taiwan accent.

Little Jay.

Song Jie, who was stomping on the wine street and was about to shake three times, was called Xiao Jiejie at this moment.

"Mr. Wen, according to your request, we really can't find it, and we are here in a restaurant, not a concert hall, do you think our requirements can be lowered a little? Besides, I think this little girl plays well. ”

Song Jie said and glared at the waitresses who were still laughing around him.

"Xiao Jiejie, you don't understand that there is no guanxi, let me explain to you, this instrument has long been in decline, and there is basically no market in China!

"Isn't that too immoral, Mr. Vincilai?"

The sudden sound in the hall caught everyone's attention.

At a dining table near the doorway, a young man in black stood up.

"Who are you, when did you come in, why are you attacking me, get him out for me!"

The man who was called by Qin Jian to write the Buddha in the West was greatly humiliated.

And everyone present last night could tell that this was the handsome little guy who came to sing last night.

Song Jie also saw it, as if he suddenly saw a savior, and hurriedly walked towards Qin Jian: "Brother Zhao Yu, will you be idle today?"

Qin Jian fixed his eyes, isn't this the person who arranged a job for himself last night.

"I'll go around, didn't you say I could come at any time?"

"Of course, of course, you can choose the time slot. ”

Seeing the two of them coming and going, as if they had completely forgotten their existence, Wen Xilai became even more angry, and casually threw away the workbook in his hand, "Okay, you can get it yourself." ”

The big boss who wanted to leave and was afraid to come here could only cross his waist for a while, panting violently.

Qin Jian grabbed Song Jie, "I'll come." ”

Then he walked towards Old Man Wen.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I was abrupt just now. Qin Jian said and bowed, "However, I can't agree with your words." ”

Wen Xilai, who was originally in a good mood, heard the second half of the sentence and his blood pressure went up again, "You ....."

"I think you must know that what we have passed down from generation to generation is something that never goes out of style. ”

Qin Jian said word by word, and then his voice suddenly changed again: "But why is the audience getting smaller and smaller, and even the market is gradually turning a blind eye to traditional folk music, don't you know what these problems are?"

"I remember when you were young, you said that our folk music is a treasure trove of world music,"

Qin Jian's words hit the nail on the head to the pain in Wen Xilai's heart, as a gold medal music producer who was once a smash hit, he didn't want to show Chinese music combined with pop music to the audience more popularly, but in the end, the reality of the head made him completely fall from the altar.

But he still has to earn money to support his family, and if he chooses to follow the footsteps of the times, continue to swim against the current, and can't see the end of the adventure, he is afraid.

So at this moment, he was not angry, and even a little happy in his heart, he didn't expect that there were still young people who could stand up and speak for national music, and they still recognized themselves.

Suddenly, his mood eased a lot, "You know me?"

"Recognize," Qin Jian bowed his head again, "Who doesn't know the master of pop music production who is too bent and carries the Ding?"

"Seeing and laughing, seeing and laughing, are all false names in the past. Wen Xi sighed for a while, looking at Qin Jian's dress that didn't look like a staff member, and asked, "Xiaoyou, what are you doing here?"

Qin Jian looked at the girl who had already put away her instrument and was about to step down from the stage, and slowly raised her hand to her.

"I'm here to give her a chance. ”

Then he turned and shouted to the girl not far away:

"You, stand still, don't go. ”

Qin Jian's voice was not loud, but the whole audience was listening to him quietly.

The girl not far away naturally heard it, and then looked differently to this side, and under the light, a gentle-looking big boy was pointing at himself.

The moment the girl turned around, under Qin Jian's serious surface, her heart had already overturned.

An antique ponytail.

Melon seed face, big eyes, small nose, but thin lips are a little dry.

What a classical beauty.

But the complexion doesn't look good.

Qin Jian walked up to the girl and asked kindly.

"Sorry, what's the name?"

Looking at Qin Jian's serious appearance, he lowered his guard a little.

After a moment's hesitation, he slowly put down the instrument bag in his hand.

There was a hint of apology in his expression, and the two Qianqianyu hands were gently raised.

In front of Qin Jian, who was frowning, he gestured out of thin air.

The mouth opened and closed slightly, but did not make any sound.