Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Two Piano Rooms of the Music House

"The wheels of history are crooked again?"

Regarding Feng Ziyan's appearance in the list of candidates selected by the Yanjing Music Association, Qin Jian didn't care after a short period of surprise.

After all, as one of the twin stars of the future Yanjing piano industry, the technique of playing classical music should also be of the highest level.

Qin Jian wasn't sure if he had participated in this Huayun Competition, but there was another one.

He must have participated in this edition of the competition, and he stood at the end.

...

Qin Jian's memory returned to a certain day again.

'2nd Prize at the 17th Chopin International Piano Competition'

'1st Prize at the 15th Van Cliburn International Piano Competition'

'First Prize in the Piano Group of the 6th Huayun Youth Music Competition'

This is a poster about someone's world touring piano concert Yanjing Station.

This is in front of the notice board at the entrance of the Zhongxiu Concert Hall of the Yenching Conservatory of Music.

On this day, it was very hot and dry, and Qin Jian happened to graduate.

I listened to a graduation concert that didn't belong to me.

......

"The famous young pianist in the United States is indeed a perfect performance. ”

Only this time, are you still coming?

Looking at the words 'Sixth' in the top corner of the upper left corner of the table, Qin Jian rubbed his temples, let out a long breath, and then sneered, the expression on his face could not show emotion.

"What's the point?"

It's inconvenient this time, and there will be a next time, it's still a long time, and there will always be encounters.

Glancing over his left hand, Qin Jian felt that this game was gradually starting to get interesting.

......

Exit the zoomed-in mode of the image, and the phone screen returns to the chat dialog.

Looking at Lin Zihui's dog head, Qin Jian was still very grateful in his heart, although this kind of information resource had no practical meaning for himself, but the other party's mind

Let it go: Thank you

Let it go: I'll treat you to dinner when I'm done

After replying to the message, Qin Jian threw his phone aside and got up to look out the window.

It was getting darker, and there were many more pedestrians on the streets than in the morning.

The small bar across the street was also lit up at this time.

"Fugue?"

Looking at the word fuge emitting a faint white light on the door of the bar, Qin Jian seemed to have a certain melody in his ears, and his mood suddenly became a little happy, and he subconsciously whistled.

"Get up. ”

......

The music store is very lively today.

From early morning to now, strange visitors have come and gone, gone and come, over and over again, and some have even been here two or three times.

The peculiar thing is that no one asks about the instruments, only if there is an idle piano room.

On the sofa near the front desk of the piano shop, a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty-five and dressed in simple clothes was crossing Erlang's legs, and the sound of strings from the piano room was gently shaking his head.

A thin boy walked on the side, and said curiously: "Boss, boss, have you seen it?" Just now, a group of foreigners got off the bus at the door, and I saw that many people were carrying musical instrument boxes in their hands. ”

The clerk is not unprecedented, and even more proficient than most classical musicians are familiar with the brand price and performance characteristics of each instrument.

The middle-aged man who was called the boss still nodded intoxicated, but raised a finger to his mouth, "Shhhh ”

The little clerk pursed his lips, took the dried deerskin in his hand and continued to wipe it around the metal instrument hanging on the wall

This is one of the two tasks that his boss tells him to do every day.

The sound of violins in the hall became more and more intense.

Gorgeous, elegant, sunny and wonderful.

Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E minor.

In this way, in the noisy hall without the accompaniment of the band, it also presents a magnificent beauty.

Click.

Suddenly, the melody was abruptly interrupted with the sound of the guy.

The sound of the piano is gone.

"Broken strings?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, his light head also stopped, and a face with shrewdness written on it was full of regret at this time: "It's a pity." ”

Recalling the strangers that appeared in the store today, the man finally locked on to a figure and turned his head to look at the second piano room on the left side of the first floor.

"Wulian, go and ask the guests in the No. 6 piano room if they need to change the strings. ”

"Give her a 5% discount. Between the words, there is a lot of pride.

The little clerk put down the deerskin in his hand when he heard the sound, and came to the shelf in front of the counter and turned it up, after a while.

"Boss, it seems that the nylon strings are left with Piasto's, you... Are you sure?"

The middle-aged man paused, then turned his head, threw an appreciative look at his little clerk, and then shook his head.

"Nine folds. ”

......

In another large piano room on the second floor of the Yuefu Piano Store.

The pact-laden girl finished her practice, and although she spent an afternoon on the Piano Sonata No. 1 in F minor, it was not without gain.

At least the proficiency has increased a bit, and this little improvement is a good thing before the game

It's just that the girl is still a little dissatisfied with the final result.

Look at the final number on the stopwatch.

“05:08.”

"It's still a second away. ”

"Well, you've won today. ”

The girl gently squeezed her shoulders, looked at the book on the music stand, and suddenly blinked, and a touch of cunning flashed.

Pursing his lips and hesitating, he still reached out and picked up the notebook.

The title page was opened, and there was no name, and the girl turned to the next page.

"What are they?"

'You have stars in your eyes'

'The fat guy is snoring again'

Flutter.

Turning the pages down, in addition to the first few pages of the diary-like written records, the back are some records of problems that arise in piano playing.

When seeing the idea of a solution for certain piano techniques, the girl would occasionally frown and pause, and then try it on the piano.

I have to say that the other party is really powerful.

The further back she looked, the more serious she became, especially when she saw the passages about music and color, and she thought about it for a while after reading almost every sentence.

'Suppose music is an imitation of light...'

'If color could express human emotions in some way...'

'Countless composers have created a kaleidoscopic variation of color combinations in 24 major and minor keys...'

The girl took the thin notebook in her hand, and suddenly there was a trace of amazement in her heart.

Is your pathos three reddish?

"I really want to hear it. ”

The girl sighed softly, but there was a little enthusiasm between her cold eyebrows.

Slowly turned to the last page.

'05:07, end. ’

Sighing lightly, the girl hesitated for a long time this time, and finally spread out the book on this page and put it back on the music shelf.

"He'll definitely come back to find something so important. ”

The girl muttered to herself and put on her white cotton coat again.

He got up and walked to the door of the piano room and paused with his back to the piano.

"Goodbye, Mr. Roast Duck. ”

.....

However, not long after the girl left the piano shop, she was walking in the direction of Zhongshan Concert Hall.

A call came from behind him.

"Hey, the front, wait a minute. ”

The girl withdrew her long legs and turned back in confusion.

A thin figure was running towards him.

Isn't this the clerk of the piano shop?

"Here, you forgot to take your things. ”

The little clerk ran up to the girl and handed over the things in his hand as he spoke.

Looking at the things in her hand in surprise, the girl didn't have time to speak, and when she looked up again, the other party had already turned and ran far away.

...

"Thank you. ”

In the cold wind, the girl smiled softly.