Coffee table piano hall.

Qin Jian really came in for the first time.

Unlike the snowfall outside the door, after following the two ladies into the door, they couldn't find a precise word to describe everything in front of them for a while.

Judging from the background music, the owner's taste is quite OK.

Playing Love。

This theme song that runs through the whole sea pianist has always been Qin Jian's favorite track.

It's just that the version in my ears is a symphonic version, which is too grandiose and doesn't match the overall tone of the store.

The entire wall on the right is a huge wall painting, with a distant view of the endless sea meeting the sky, and a huge cruise ship painting on the wall.

In the foreground, a tall figure wearing a trench coat and a gentleman's hat has a few faint numbers on the side.

1900。

Beneath the wall paintings are several coffee tables that are neither tall nor low.

However, this did not make Qin Jian feel that this was a serious place to drink coffee.

At the entrance, an Optimus Prime more than two meters tall stood.

In the glass window on the left, the rows of toys looked at Qin Jian even more dazzling.

Except for Bumblebee and Megatron, the rest of the Autobots Qin Jian really can't be named.

In the bar next to the window, an old foreign man in suspenders and a bow tie is busy with his things in his hands.

All this is combined, plus the female shopkeeper with a strange look.

Qin Jian became more and more curious about what he was going to do today at this toy store that sells coffee in the name of a piano.

The two women who were reminiscing on the side would hear a few laughs from time to time, and it was obvious that the owner of the laughter was not He Jing.

As the music in his ears switched to the brisk jazz funk, Qin Jian gradually relaxed.

In line with the reluctance to be an existence that is incompatible with the atmosphere of the room, Qin Jian found a corner and picked up a music magazine and flipped it up, shaking his head a few times from time to time with the rhythmic saxophone.

The History of Piano Vascular Development

This is an article about piano strings, and some interesting data in it still makes Qin Jian's eyes shine.

"Nineteenth-century wood-framed pianos were limited by their capacity, with a tension of less than 75 pounds per string, whereas modern grand pianos used for concerts have a tension of 210 pounds per string. ”

It is no wonder that Liszt was able to break two pianos in a concert at that time.

"It was only after the invention of the cast iron frame that it became the standard in piano manufacturing that the strings were stretched and fixed, and it is a pity that the great Beethoven did not catch up with this era that truly belonged to him. ”

Qin Jian also saw this in Chris's Guide to the Beginner's Piano.

‘...... Anxious, Beethoven endured day and night, urging the manufacturer: louder, more durable, more high-pitched!!'

If Uncle Pei had a modern piano in his hand at that time, what kind of joys, sorrows, ups and downs would he create.

Qin Jian shook his head, probably because Uncle Pei has practiced too much recently, and he will always get into the mood of music from time to time.

Is this a side effect of [Focus Guidance]?

"What, you're interested in this?"

A sudden voice interrupted Qin Jian's thoughts.

Qin Jian raised his head, and at some point, the two ladies had already come to him.

It seemed that the old days were over, Qin Jian put the magazine in his hand back in its place, got up and was thinking about how to say hello.

Before she could look at He Jing, the woman with black-rimmed glasses continued to smile and laugh.

"It's interesting to hear you play Chopin, but I'd rather experience your Beethoven live. ”

"Come on," the woman said, turning and shouting to the old man at the bar, "it's not open today." ”

......

If the first floor is a toy store full of feelings, then the second floor is an operating room about pianos.

At least that's what Qin Jian thinks.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, you will find a strong smell of pine.

The space of about 100 square meters is like a microcosm of a small factory.

Except for a few pianos that don't look intact, Qin Jian can be seen everywhere with a variety of piano accessories.

Scattered ebony keys on a marble table, a row of pure wool hammers hanging from under the window.

In the middle of the hall, under a large shelf, several solid wood soundboards of varying thickness were hanging, and under a matte walnut carved finish, several carving knives were scattered.

Qin Jian was a little shocked, he had been dealing with the piano for all these years, and this was the first time he had dealt with so many piano parts.

"Don't mind if the place is a little messy," said the woman, holding up the half-pinned plate under her feet, and looking around, "you can pick and use these instruments as you like, but I suggest you try that one." ”

Following the woman's finger, a teak-colored small grand piano was ajar with castanets.

"The keyboard linkage system of this piano was just modified yesterday, so help me test it. ”

This thing can be modded too!?

Qin Jian of the keyboard linkage system didn't know what it was before, and even if he had Chris's beginner's piano guide in his head now, he only knew some knowledge about the data of the linkage system.

Originally, I thought that I seemed to understand the purpose of this trip, but in the blink of an eye, Qin Jian was messy again.

However, Qin Jian still came to the grapefruit piano and sat down honestly under He Jing's affirmative gaze.

Just try to see how yesterday's problem was solved.

Habitual deep breathing.

Between the flickers, Qin Jian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable holding his hands and shoulders.

Leaning sideways, he lowered some of the height of the bench and then stepped back again.

Raise your hand again, this time without further hesitation.

Pathetic Sonata, third movement.

Rondo allegro

Rondo, Allegro.

This was the first time Qin Jian had played the third movement in front of others, and even He Jing had not heard it in its entirety.

After the continuous, clearly visible legato, Qin Jian entered a state of focused guidance.

The wrist, which was originally slightly arched, gradually sank.

Qin Jian didn't notice the slightest changes in his body.

But as the music progressed methodically to the sub-theme, the black-rimmed woman in glasses standing not far away moved her ears slightly, then quickly turned around and looked, grabbed a pen from the piano behind her, pulled out the cap and began to write in the palm of her hand.

Qin Jian felt the feedback from his fingers, and there was a different feeling in his heart, compared to the absolute sensitivity of the SK-5, the touch of this piano was slightly dull, but this slightly dull feeling seemed to be completely overlapping with the melody line in the brain.

On this basis, Qin Jian can clearly feel that the music lines are clearer and more delicate.

But judging by the tension of the whole piano, there is nothing comparable with its own SK-5.

And the timbre in the mid-bass range is noticeably unstable.

However, this did not affect Qin Jian's extremely meticulous emotional processing under He Jing's ears.

He Jing thinks that she may not be able to do better.

Although from a technical point of view, Qin Jian still has more room for improvement.

But He Jing knows, maybe not.

Who knows how long it took this elusive guy to practice this tune?

Three movements, a complete Beethoven sonata.

Half a month? or a week?

Whether it is the former or the latter, judging by the music that echoes throughout the hall, the boy in front of the piano is enough to be called a genius.

However, this is a secret that belongs to Qin Jian, and it is also a secret that belongs to He Jing.

With the final fragment at the end, there is a brief silence in the penultimate measure.

At the last moment, a string of torrential winds swallowed up the entire desperate C minor.

Stop!

Qin Jian threw his hands hard to the left, and his expression was indescribably solemn for a while.

The room was silent for a moment, and then it was broken by a loud Wonderful.

The old man in the bar didn't know when he also came to the second floor, and at this time, looking at Qin Jian's expression, a pair of big brown eyes suddenly widened.

The woman who had been writing and drawing in the palm of her hand also stopped, looked at the handwriting on her hand, and looked up at the young man in front of the piano again with great satisfaction.

"There's no problem with this kid. ”

This is like a reply to He Jing, and it seems to be an affirmation of his own thoughts.

Suddenly, the woman turned her face to look at He Jing on the side, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"Quiet~"

"Let's make a deal, how about we make a deal?"

......

Qin Jian couldn't understand English, so when he saw the two women laughing, he smiled too.

Qin Jian smiled, and the foreigner also smiled.