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In the last time before returning to Yangcheng for the New Year.

Qin Jian's crazy 12-hour daily piano practice life started again.

Four days down.

Qin Jian's K279 Sonata has basically been played, as the first ring in Uncle Mozart's last wish, this sonata of less than 15 minutes is not only related to the unlocking of the next chapter, but also can be used as a repertoire for the preliminary round of Mozart's group.

So either way, this is the first work he wants to finish.

In addition to this song, Qin Jian will also spend an hour practicing the Dongfeng Etude every morning after practicing the basic exercises.

As his Chopin's hand became more and more pure, and as his proficiency in various articulations steadily increased, Winter Wind's various finger techniques were also better perfected.

And the evening time slot is a sonata special performance belonging to Uncle Beethoven.

Through the experience of the Huayun Competition, Qin Jian has his own experience on how to play a long sonata on stage.

After watching his own video repeatedly, he pays more attention to the transmission of small emotions and the overall promotion of coherent emotions in practice.

On the premise of proficiency, we strive to deepen the musical style of the classical period as much as possible.

In addition to practicing, sleeping and eating, Qin Jian's rest of his time is spent listening to the performances of various styles of piano masters, and absorbing the nutrients he needs from them.

Of course, this is not the case.

Every day before going to bed, he still finds someone to chat with and watch videos.

This really works for relieving fatigue from the day.

Bright morning.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of firecrackers from the window, Qin Jian dropped the last note of the third movement of K279.

"The end. ”

Qin Jian gently closed the piano lid and got up and stretched.

Simply cleaned up the messy house.

The Spring Festival couplets I bought some time ago were pasted on the small door of 206.

Looking at the word "Fu" upside down on the door, Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction.

Then I left with my luggage.

At this moment, through the noisy corridor, a sound came from a hidden door, "Open the pot and make dumplings!"

Qin Jian quickened his pace.

As the most solemn traditional festival of the Chinese nation, the Spring Festival is the eternal spiritual pillar of every Chinese person.

The Chinese New Year's Eve is the last day of the year.

At the end of the month, there is no more ceremonial word to go home.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Yangcheng bus station is the most crowded day of the year.

Qin Jian looked forward to the New Year every day when he was a child, but now he doesn't have a headache for the New Year.

But squeezing out of a crowded bus station with large bags and small bags is indeed a physical job.

17:50。

"Master, Hongtai Community. ”

Panting and getting into the taxi, Qin Jian got a sense of relief

"Let's go home for the New Year," the driver's uncle grinned in the rearview mirror and stepped on the accelerator, "Fasten the safety belt, and check it strictly for the New Year." ”

The car moved slowly.

"Yes, go home for the New Year. Qin Jian adjusted his sitting posture, put on the safety belt, and said smoothly, "It's the New Year, are you still out of the car?"

"Me?" the driver skillfully put the steering wheel, "Oh, there is no one at home, my wife is gone, my son is busy with work, and he said that he will not be able to come back this year, I am idle at home, and there are not many cars on the street during the New Year, so I will come out to run." ”

Qin Jian sighed.

The driver's hearty voice sounded again, "It's nothing, it's better for young people to be busy." ”

"That's what you're saying. ”

Along the way, with the scenes crossed by the window, the old and the young kept talking one by one.

After a while, the car stopped at the entrance of the community.

Qin Jian got out of the car with his luggage.

The driver's uncle poked his head out, "Happy New Year, young man!"

With that, the car started again.

Qin Jian waved his hand at the approaching taxi.

"You too. ”

"Happy New Year. ”

"Hurry up, change your clothes. ”

"The dumplings will be ready in a while"

As soon as he entered the house, before Qin Jian could put down his things, he was urged by Fang Xuehua to change his clothes.

"Okay, I'll change it, I'll change it. ”

Qin Jian came to the bedroom with the new clothes and pants in his hand, and came out again, and a sumptuous dinner had been set on the dining table.

He Jing walked out of the kitchen with two plates of hot dumplings.

"Dinner. ”

The sound of firecrackers outside the window was constant, and the TV in the living room was broadcasting the news broadcast.

Once again, a family of four sat around the table.

Qin Jian gathered the wine glass in his hand.

"Dad, Mom, Sister, Happy New Year!!"

"Quietly, Happy New Year!!"

"Teacher Qin, Happy New Year Aunt Fang!"

"Happy New Year, hey, wait, where's my glass?"

In the cup of laughter, a touch of happiness, a touch of warmth.

Meal.

The family moved to the sofa and began to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

"This show is really not as good as a year. ”

"It's all old faces, it's not interesting. ”

When it came to a solo piano show, the family cheered up.

He is a well-known pianist in China, who is playing the Yellow River Suite.

"Qin Jian, when can you go on this stage to show us. Fang Xuehua quipped, "Will it work next year?"

Qin Jian pretended to be serious.

"Okay, next year. ”

In the midst of laughter, time passed quickly.

After the New Year's holiday, Qin Gang and his wife went back to the bedroom to rest.

Only the two siblings were left in the living room.

"How's the preparation going?"

"It's okay, it's just that the time is a little tight. ”

"Have you got your passport?"

"If you do it, you will come down in the next year. ”

"Senior sister called me yesterday, I hope you can go back to Yanjing as soon as possible. He Jing picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile, "When do you plan to leave?"

"It's the fifth day of junior high school. ”

Qin Jian also picked up his own wine and drank it with He Jing as he spoke.

After a while, both siblings were a little drunk.

"Sister, do you have any plans for the new year? Boll will only start school in May. ”

"I resigned. ”

Qin Jian's eyes were stunned, and then he nodded slowly, "Okay, I don't want you to do it there."

There was a pause, "Sister, do you have any plans?"

He Jingyi's pair of pear nests climbed up on her slightly red little face again, and the words that Zhou Rong had told her in the hotel before the Huayun game once again appeared in her mind.

After a moment, he sighed and said, "I don't know, let's wait until you finish the college entrance examination." ”

"Then you and I will go to this book for a walk. ”

"I won't accompany you on this trip, I don't have to go with my senior sister to lead the team. ”

"I want to use this time to practice. ”

He Jing smiled, "I plan to start practicing Pu Er after a while." ”

"Prokofiev's Piano Concerto No. 2?" Qin Jian exclaimed, as one of the three mountains of the Piano Concerto, he knew how terrible this work was.

"Uh-huh. ”

He Jing laughed again.

"I'm going to work on it too. ”