Whoever wants to relent, this is not a question that should be explored too persistently.

In the time that followed, Qin Jian carefully discussed with the other party on some actual piano performance skills.

For example, the influence of the thumb on the whole scaffold in arpeggiation practice, or whether the ambiguity of vibrato performance will provide the listener with better imagination...

Qin Jian can always put forward the key to the problem, and then wait for Liao Linjun's answer.

And the latter is also tireless, throwing out little by little the theoretical tone or experience with the color of the story.

It's just that there are too many questions and too little time.

The tail tip of the morning.

"It's almost time, I'm leaving. Liao Linjun said and turned around and walked towards the staircase, "Remember what I just said, in addition, I won't use it tomorrow, today is the last day of the year, and you can choose to continue practicing here before six o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"Good luck. ”

It was almost a voice coming from downstairs, but Qin Jian still heard it clearly

Is the coffee table piano hall going to close its doors before the year?

For a while, Qin Jian was actually a little disappointed in his heart.

Looking at the dense little book in front of him, Qin Jian felt that he needed to say something to Liao Linjun again.

But when he came to the first floor, only the little old man was left wiping rows of wine glasses in the bar.

On the top of Optimus Prime's head is a harmonica and vocal R&B blues playing on the speakers.

The harmonica is pressed through the female singer's smoke, and the vivid drumbeat is embellished with the harmony of the accompaniment melody.

It is filled with a strong sense of the road.

"Uncle, where is Sister Lin Jun?"

Old Potter didn't speak, and pointed out the door.

Qin Jian looked at it, and Liao Linjun's silver Volvo was slowly driving away.

"Okay," Qin Jian sighed lightly in place and nodded helplessly, but it fit perfectly with the street beat of the music.

"Uncle, what's the name of this song?"

“Daddy’s Gone”

"Thank you. ”

Just as Qin Jian was about to go upstairs.

"Wait a minute, Jian. ”

Qin Jian turned around, only to see Old Porter raise his hand, and suddenly a packaging bag flew over in a parabola.

Reach out and catch it, and look at it.

A sandwich?

"No lunch today. ”

Old Potter said as he took out a sandwich in the same package with his other hand and dangled it in mid-air.

......

Downstairs Bruce.

Upstairs classical.

On the last working day of 2013, the Coffee Table Piano Pavilion was spent in a cross-baptism of two very different musical styles.

Throughout the afternoon, Qin Jian could be regarded as engrossed, but he could still hear the occasional Ding Lingdang from downstairs.

And "The Girl in the Garden" seems to have found a more correct way to open on the second floor in the afternoon.

Qin Jian preliminarily solved the problem of stumbling in the whole song.

To put it bluntly, my hands are a lot more proficient, compared to last night.

The rest is pure practice to consolidate and speed up.

It was dark outside the window.

After finishing the last pass, Qin Jian closed the lid.

I got up and checked that every window on the second floor was closed.

As for the rest, it's inconvenient to move around casually.

After making sure that everything was correct, I left the second floor.

17:36 minutes.

In front of the bar, Qin Jian ordered a glass of American.

The old bartender locked the door to the wine cabinet.

17:55 min.

Coffee table and piano hall entrance.

“Good luck。 ”

"Goodbye uncle. ”

Soon, there was only one vintage bicycle left at the gate that I don't know how long it had been parked.

Through the window, it is clearly visible that the wall painting of 1900 and his large cruise ship are covered with a large cloth.

There are four huge words written crookedly on it.

Happy New Year.

......

The end of the year.

The whole city seems to be agitated, even though it is still some time before the Chinese New Year is truly celebrated.

But for most modern people, it only takes a second to enter the New Year, when 2013 becomes 2014 on the phone screen.

The New Year is coming, that's true.

After all, there are three statutory holidays.

But all this has nothing to do with Qin Jian.

Practicing the piano, eating, and sleeping, Qin Jian's life is step-by-step, simple and simple.

Except for a trip to the pharmacy one afternoon on the pretext of going out for a walk.

Then he sneaked to 1401 and gave Ye Taotao the last piano lesson of the year.

However, it is not excluded that someone went to eat on the grounds of class.

On the piano practice.

Qin Jian's biggest gain during his period was that "The Girl in the Garden" was finally won, and the second was to get a prop that could not be seen to be used specifically.

[Boy's Wings]: Within 60 minutes of use, you can get three times the ability to parse staves.

Triple staves, staves, resolution, one hour time limit.

It's not a powerful thing to look at, despite the fact that the item's border is dark blue.

In comparison, Qin Jian appreciates the intuitive one more.

Gold: 170w+

XP: (45/200)

However, there are also discounts.

For example, Qin Jian saw that the number on his left hand had fallen below the 1500 mark.

On the afternoon of the last day of 2013, on the bus home.

But that's not the most important thing.

......

There is also a traffic light outside the window to arrive at Yangcheng bus station.

Everything on the side of the street is worth recalling.

But the closer it gets, the more timid Qin Jian becomes.

Hometown timidity.

Qin Jian was timid with his left hand.

"Qin Jian. He Jing called.

"Huh?"

The young man sitting next to He Jing in a daze was suddenly interrupted.

He Jing pondered for a moment, turned his face, looked into the other party's eyes and asked seriously, "Do you have any other tattoos on your body?"

Faced with He Jing's sudden question, Qin Jian's expression did not change, and he just exhaled lightly.

"It's gone. ”

However, Qin Jian's instant answer surprised He Jing slightly, and the other party's expression and reaction speed seemed to be ready for an answer.

This made He Jing inevitably have a trace of doubt in her heart, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Really?"

"Really. ”

Qin Jian cut the railway again, but there was also a drum in his heart.

Regarding the question of tattoos, since being asked by Lin Zihui, Qin Jian has been mentally prepared to be questioned at any time.

It's just that He Jing's question made him feel a little surprised.

Could it be that in the eyes of the other party, there will be something left green dragon and right white tiger in him?

And at this point in time, the problem of tattoos obviously becomes more sensitive.

In terms of rebellious artistic behavior in adolescence, Qin Jian was not sure what He Jing was thinking in his heart.

Standing on the sidelines, or standing on the sidelines?

Along the way, Qin Jian has deduced countless times in his mind the N plots of 'about going home and tattooing his left hand'.

Among them, He Jing's standing is extremely crucial to the development and rewriting of the plot...

And just as Qin Jian's complex mental activities were going on, He Jing on the side quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw He Jing take out a roll of gauze from her bag.

"Let's wrap this around first. ＂

Qin Jian was stunned at this moment, looked at the familiar packaging bag in He Jing's hand, and couldn't help but put his hand into the side pocket of his coat and picked up a roll of something that was also round.

"I haven't figured out how to explain your left hand problem to Teacher Qin..."He Jing's voice was very soft, "You know his character, so for the time being, these two days have passed, and then I will slowly explain to him." ”

"I've checked the information, and practicing arpeggios with a bandage may be helpful for crossing the distance of one hand across the keyboard, and the truth of this theory doesn't matter, do you understand what I mean?"

He Jing paused for a moment and continued.

"As for your tattoo, I won't ask anything more, but I hope that you can think about it before you decide to do something in the future. ”

"Alright, I'm done. He Jing took off the gauze, "Can you give me your hand?"

Half a day.

Qin Jian silently stretched out his hand.

After a while, the tattoo on Qin Jian's hand was hidden little by little under the gauze around his waist.

Under He Jing's dexterous hands, Qin Jian's left hand did not become bloated, but instead looked like it had a hint of a martial arts practitioner's sense of strength.

Qin Jian still didn't know what to say, and let He Jing do the final finishing work on his left hand.

Silence is not waiting.

It's just this episode, he really didn't foresee.

...

"Passengers, we have arrived at Yangcheng Bus Station, please stop the car..."