Who touched heaven with a piano?

Are you trolling me?

Playing word puzzles?

The glimmer of expectation that had rerisen in Qin Jian's heart was slammed to the ground at this moment.

Fall to pieces.

I don't know that the so-called intelligence cost me 500 worship points, and Qin Jian, the unjust boss, felt that he was very uncomfortable.

Even if you can find a trace of information that is helpful to you in the current situation based on your own situation.

But there was nothing.

Qin Jian only saw a group of bigwigs talking about wine.

Forget it, forget it.

It's like the last time I paid the tuition.

Never be fooled again.

Chris, you're a jerk.

......

Go to bed.

Qin Jian closed the panel and closed his eyes.

Soon after, he fell asleep.

......

In his dream, Qin Jian seemed to see a storm falling from the sky, extremely violent, and everywhere he went, he disappeared in an instant.

......

"Li Qiye. ”

"To. ”

On the second floor of the teaching building in the early morning, Director Lu's highly personal voice was heard throughout the corridor.

"Zhao Yu. ”

"Teacher Lu, Zhao Yu is home. Li Qiye said with a fritter in his mouth

"Eat your meal, you talk a lot. ”

"Qin Jian. ”

Lu Desheng raised his head and swept around, "What about Qin Jianren?"

"Teacher Lu, Qin Jian seems to have gone to the piano room building in the morning. A boy with glasses said suddenly.

"It's not like that. ”

Lu Desheng muttered in a low voice, frowned, and finally didn't say anything in public.

"Early self-study begins!!"

Poof! The audience laughed.

Lu Desheng's expression became even more ugly, and he looked at the owner of the laughter, "Is it that you can't stop your mouth when you eat?"

Li Qi put down the fritters in his hand, and his thin little body stood up straight, "Report to Teacher Lu, I want to laugh as soon as I hear you speak." ”

Suddenly, the audience was hahahaha.

......

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Jian closed the Czerny 599 etude and made a big sigh.

Sleepy, but extra excited.

After being woken up by a soak of urine in the morning, Qin Jian, who had only slept for less than two hours, returned to the dormitory and couldn't close his eyes after going to the toilet and being blown by the cold wind in the corridor.

So with a pair of scarlet eyes, I even forgot about the morning self-study, and ran directly to the piano room.

Lifting the lid is dry, and this dry, the morning has passed.

For five hours, almost without interruption, I practiced from beginning to end.

During the period, he not only rearranged and practiced the singing track "Slowly" planned tonight according to Ye Yi's version last night, but also practiced the Bayer piano beginner course meticulously.

Qin Jian found that now as long as he put his hands on the keys, Chris's beginner piano guide in his mind was like automatically opened, guiding and correcting himself, which greatly improved his efficiency in practicing.

After a few days of practice, the stamina of the fingers gradually recovered.

Qin Jian rubbed his cheeks.

Then came the exciting time.

Slowly open the panel.

The moment your gaze crosses over the number of gold coins.

【Gold: 214305】

Qin Jian floated.

Qin Jian felt that happiness can sometimes be really simple, such as practicing the piano.

Although I worked hard today, I was a bit embarrassed to pay back like this.

Qin Jian couldn't wait to open the panel at this moment and kiss the "Discovery" skill.

Fragrant.

With such efficiency, your own home purchase plan can be completely included in the small goals in the near future.

Qin Jian stood up and stretched, his fluttering feet as if he was already in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to the grand piano.

The familiar classic apple ringtone rings.

Qin Jian picked up the phone.

It's He Jing.

"Ahem, Mr. He. ”

Qin Jian thought about it and called the teacher as agreed, although the knot in his heart was over, he still felt a little difficult to face for a while, especially when he left yesterday, he was not in a good state.

"Qin Jian, why don't you go to morning self-study?"

He Jing's slightly reprimanding voice rang on the phone, but it was much softer than before.

"I woke up and came to practice, I really forgot, sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you again. ”

It must be Lu Desheng who went to sue again.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, do you think you don't have enough time to practice every day?" he continued on the phone.

Qin Jian thought about it, and it seemed that it was really not enough.

"It's really not enough, and the piano room is closed every day, and I was kicked out by Lao Ding last night. Qin Jian said with a smile.

A moment later.

"Okay, I see," after a brief silence on the phone, "what's for lunch?"

"Haven't eaten yet. ”

"It's almost a little bit faster, and you can't eat, go eat!"

There was a cautious reprimand on the phone, which made Qin Jian's heart warm.

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself. ”

......

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian felt a strong sense of exhaustion coming, and when he touched his head, he sweated profusely.

How could your body be so weak in high school?

It's better to go straight to professional classes for two days in a row when I go to college, and there is nothing to do.

The Qin family left the piano room, passed by the cafeteria, made a boxed lunch, and went back to the dormitory directly.

Eat one's fill.

Set an alarm.

Go to bed.

......

It's a deep winter afternoon, and although the sun shines through the window on the face, it still brings a slight heat, but the chill from the oncoming glass still makes people want to hug their bodies.

In an apartment near Bor Art School, a woman stared at the glass window and put down the phone.

Then he turned around and looked at the room, which was only one bathroom and one room.

Neat and clean, just the furniture and supplies in the house are a little old.

"It's just that the house is too small. ”

The woman leaned on the piano against the wall behind her casually, her long hair was scattered behind her back, and her home clothes looked very comfortable.

Mature and cute, two completely different temperaments are just like this on the same face.

It's just that this is moving, but no one has ever tasted it.

"How do you design the room to add a bed?"

The woman got up and walked around the room, touching here and there, muttering to herself from time to time.

The originally tidy room became cluttered after a while.

Suddenly.

A photograph of the head of the bed slipping to the floor due to the movement of the bed.

The woman hurriedly stopped what she was doing and bent down to pick up the photo.

This is a photo full of age.

In the photo, a young couple stands on either side, one on the left and the other on the right, with a boy in the middle and a girl half a body taller than the boy.

It can be seen that the thin girl in the photo is smiling hard at the camera.

The little boy on the side, his young body stiffly skimmed to the other side of the girl, with an aggrieved expression, and two lines of golden beans clearly hung in the corners of his eyes.

In the bottom right corner of the photo is a line of small red letters.

[Happy 6th birthday to Qin Jian's children, taken on 2001.02.22]