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Three hundred pounds of smile: Brother cheap, I'm home, everything is going well

Three hundred pounds of smile: key, typed wrong

300 pounds of smile: Then do you see if there is a box of unopened cigarettes on the table, I seem to have forgotten to take it when I left......

......

Qin Jian thought it was Ye Yi's information, but he fixed his eyes and saw that it was the fat man's three links.

Looking at the three messages with typos sent by the fat man, Qin Jian burst out laughing.

This is really.

Absolutely.

Let it go: just get home safely, help me bring it to my uncle and aunt.

Let it go: remember what you've said, keep it up.

Let it go: what smoke?

Three hundred catties of smile: It's over, I actually lost a box of unopened Yellow Crane Tower, I knew it was better to give it to you.

......

Let it go: Zhao Yu, you really made urine, goodbye.

Seeing that Ye Yi didn't reply to the message, Qin Jian threw his phone aside and continued to work in front of the cabinet.

After a while, a large stack of books was cleaned up.

Qin Jian took out all the piano textbooks he had practiced from the cabinet, which was the "precious wealth" that Qin Jian had accumulated over the years since he was a child. ”

From the piano textbook of Thompson Jr. as a child to Bayer, from the Czerny 740 to the Morschkovsky etudes.

Although some of them were left to him by He Jing, Qin Jian had always saved them well.

Since you're going to start from scratch, let's start from scratch.

From today onwards, brush one by one.

Qin Jian had a faint premonition in his heart that after Chris's "washing of the marrow" to himself, his sense of rigidity when playing the piano did undergo some subtle changes.

In addition, I now have a new understanding of touch and pronunciation, and I have also experienced the mystery in the process of practice.

The rest is practice.

Come on.

Cheering himself up, Qin Jian put all the books in his backpack, locked the door and left the dormitory, heading to the piano room.

......

In front of the piano, Qin Jian opened the little Thompson textbook.

Hold your breath and concentrate.

Look at the first little tune "Train".

There are only two notes in the whole beatmap, one do and one re.

There are also crooked 1s and 2s marked by Qin Jian with a watercolor pen under the notes of the staff.

Because the standard score has not been beaten from the bottom.

Ay.

Begin.

Qin Jian was like a real piano boy, raising his wrist again and again, and playing note by note according to the fingering of each note.

The childlike piano sound in the piano room does not seem to contradict this environment of preparing for the art exam at the moment.

In the frenzied and dense many piano rooms, compared with the rapid performance like a storm and the fierce confrontation with the instruments, at this time, the sound in the 402 piano room is harmonious, as if the piano itself feels a kind of pleasure, and every tail note contains emotions.

One song after another, and after a while, the first book of Little Thompson ended.

Without stopping, Qin Jian was immersed in this state of harmonious dialogue with the piano and couldn't extricate himself, and immediately opened the second book of Little Thompson.

.....

In less than three hours, Qin Youjian digested all the content that he had practiced for the whole year when he was a child and was 6 years old.

Each piece is done strictly according to the fingering, based on the highest standard that I can currently play.

Fingers were sore.

I have to sigh in my heart that this guy Chris does have something.

During the break, Qin Jian turned on the penguin and received Ye Yi's reply this time.

Ye Yi: Brother Jian, I'm sorry, I just finished my busy work, and I replied a little late. Then listen to you, you can help me bring it to the store tomorrow afternoon, thank you.

Ye Yi: Brother Jian, I listened to the song you said just now, I practiced it just now, and I don't know if it's good or not after recording it, so I'll send it to you.

Underneath the two messages is an audio file.

Then came another half-way message.

Ye Zi: If something is wrong, Brother Jian, tell me, and I will change it.

Qin Jian was a little embarrassed, and he was a little moved in his heart, obviously he was going to sing tomorrow, but he hadn't sorted out the tune he was going to play and sing tomorrow yet, and the other party had recorded the score an hour ago.

Qin Jian turned on the audio, and the noise was a bit loud.

After about 5 seconds, a grumbling flute sound slowly flowed out.

The sound of the flute started, people's hearts were confused, and Qin Jian was once again shocked by the long distance that seemed to come from the ancient period.

Unconsciously, a layer of goosebumps was stirred up on his arm.

An ordinary lyrical pop song can actually achieve this kind of artistic conception.

How does this work?

The mottled sound of the flute is accompanied by the noise of the mobile phone, revealing the feeling of an old gramophone.

It makes people feel as if they are in a quiet old time, and they can't extricate themselves for a long time in a slow song.

Wonderful.

A mouth that can't speak, but the music played at this time seems to contain a thousand words.

Just when Qin Jian was fully engaged in the music, a cute childish voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Listen up. ”

This sudden sound made Qin Jian think that he was hallucinating again, and when he turned around, there was only one Chris left in the piano room who could make a sound.

But it is clear that the latter is better at the augger.

Qin Jian rewinded the audio and listened to it twice, and sure enough, it was the sound coming from the audio, but the music had stopped for a long time.

This made Qin Jian a little curious, there was a child next to her?

Qin Jian turned off the audio, picked up his phone and started editing, typing and deleting, deleting and typing, he really couldn't find the right words to express his emotions, and finally.

Let it go: it sounds good.

Qin Jian originally wanted to say that you are the best girl I have ever seen in Xiaofu, but after thinking about it, forget it.

Inarticulate.

Let it go: Tomorrow we'll use your current version, and I think you can put out some more chorus, so you don't have to hide so much.

It didn't take long.

Ye Yi: Really, thank you, Brother Jian, I know, then I'll practice hard!.

Belch.

In the face of such an enthusiastic girl, Qin Jian really didn't know what else to say.

Bang bang, a line of words typed, send.

Let it go: Be careful not to disturb your neighbors.

Dangdangdang.

There was a sharp knock on the door

"Huh?"

Qin Jian hurriedly went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Uncle Ding's black face was revealed.

"Who did I say, before you left, you were left alone in the whole building, what's the matter, you want to spend the night here?"

It turned out to be 10 o'clock, and I really didn't pay attention.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ding, I'll pack my things. ”

But if it works, Qin Jian really hopes to spend the night here, who will have trouble with experience and money?

......

"Goodbye, Uncle Ding. ”

On the way back to the dormitory, Qin Jian's mind kept echoing the sound of Ye Yi's flute.

It's so nice.

It's a shame that such music is in a noisy bar or restaurant.

With the shape of the leaves, and with the ancient flute, if this is packaged a little, how can there be no market?

However, Qin Jian immediately dispelled his thoughts.

Wouldn't it be a pity if such a girl was put in the entertainment industry?