Undoubtedly.

This is a complex issue.

Qin Jian hadn't thought about why he wanted a tattoo, but since the first day, he had been thinking about how to explain the appearance of this thing.

On one side is the parent of the recipient, and on the other side it cannot be removed.

This in itself is contradictory.

However, with the intense pace of life, from deliberately avoiding at the beginning, to not caring much later, Qin Jian's mental journey is very simple.

It seems that the people around him didn't pay too much attention to his left hand, not to mention the fat man, even He Jing didn't ask more.

Over time, Qin Jian gradually got used to it.

As long as the time has passed the parents' level, this tattoo will not be worth writing about.

But at this moment, Qin felt the warmth in his hand, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Why tattoos?

I also want to know why it's a tattoo....Qin Jian complained about Chris again in his heart.

"Forget it, don't listen, you won't tell the truth like this, but you have to promise me to wait for our college entrance examination to end and you will take me to the place where you got your tattoo, and in exchange I will keep Zhao Yu's secret for you, how about it?"

Lin Zihui was about to withdraw his arm, when suddenly his hand was shaken vigorously.

"Deal!!"

......

"Hey, what's the matter with you two!" Liao Linjun's voice came from the front, "Hurry up and come here, send apples." ”

......

Coffee table and piano hall entrance.

Qin Jian's sister and brother waved goodbye to Liao Linjun's master and apprentice, stopped a taxi and left.

"Xiao Linzi, what you said at the dinner table just now, do you still blame me?"

The taxi slowly saw the intersection, Liao Linjun turned around, looked at Lin Zihui's red face, and helped the other party tighten the collar of the cotton coat.

Lin Zihui narrowed his eyes with a smile and shook his head, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Liao Linjun didn't answer again, his attention seemed to be elsewhere, he took a few steps back, and glanced Lin Zihui up and down again.

"Kobayashi, I suggest that the next time you dress like this in winter, change your leggings to black. ”

"Huh, isn't gray bad?"

Lin Zihui hurriedly looked down.

Since being educated by Lu Shihan last time, Lin Zihui has also realized that his dress problem seems to be taken seriously.

So today's outfit took a lot of her thoughts.

Just when Lin Zihui raised his head and waited for Amway expectantly.

"Black is endothermic. ”

......

In other words, the color of the tone is determined by the human senses. ”

Qin Jian put his hands in his pockets and walked along the path in the community.

He Jing followed, "The color of tonality is indeed more abstract, and I have also seen related papers in some academic magazines, but it is not as in-depth as Senior Sister Liao's research. ”

"Senior sister?"

Qin Jian sensitively grasped this key word.

Those who have gone to music and art universities must know that there are no seniors in the school, everyone is called senior brother and sister.

From a professional division, it extends to a department, and finally to the entire college.

Senior Sister Liao, it seems that Teacher Liao also graduated from Haishi Conservatory of Music.

However, judging from the other party's tuning technique that is extremely inconsistent with his age, Qin Jian has to say a suit.

I don't know if the other party has published any academic paper works at present, but Qin Jian dares to be sure that the original author of the work that has been translated into Chinese by his graduation thesis must be this Liao Linjun.

"Yes, she is my senior sister, and it is quite a coincidence, when I was a freshman, she returned from Europe, and happened to go back to her alma mater to have a look, and by the way, she gave a lecture to the freshmen of our piano department. ”

Before they knew it, the two of them were about to walk to the fork in the door of the unit

"Sister, let's stay outside for a while. Qin Jian said and hurriedly wiped out a long seat, "Please take a seat!"

He Jing smiled, wiped the hem of her coat, and sat down.

"I still remember the title of that lecture very clearly, a piano piece by Bomont. He Jing said and suddenly laughed, "Qin Jian, do you know who Bomeng is?"

Qin Jian thought hard for a while, and there was no composer in his memory, but he seemed to have seen the word Meng Bo somewhere.

"At that time, I had the same expression as you now, and I didn't even know what she was talking about after a lecture, but I just thought 'wow' this beautiful sister is so amazing. ”

"As a result, as soon as the lecture ended, I ran to her to ask for an autograph, you know that I am different from you, I have spoken with a local accent since I was a child, but it is precisely for this reason that when Senior Sister Liao heard me speak, she asked curiously where I am from..."

One speaks, one listens.

This is the first time Qin Jian has heard about He Jing's college life.

......

......

"Haha, it's really fake, someone chased you during military training. ”

"I'm scared to death, I don't even dare to tell Teacher Qin. ”

"Quick, keep going, and then and then and later. ”

"What's later, there's not enough time to practice later!"

"It's really fake~?"

"Qin Jian, when did I lie to you!"

"When you were in college, at the gate of the train station, you asked me to be obedient and practice well, and you said that you would be back soon. ”

He Jing was suddenly stunned.

But immediately she felt her shoulders wrapped around a strong arm, and in an instant her heart was lowered again.

"Sister, tell me about your holiday life over there. ”

......

......

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The sky is surprisingly warmer.

The snow on the ground melted and covered with another layer.

Qin Jian sighed softly and got up to help He Jing knock off the snowflakes on his head and shoulders.

"So, as compensation, I decided to go back in the evening and cook you a packet of instant noodles. ”

"Okay, plus a poached egg. ”

Laughing all the way, under the silent snowy night, the backs of the two stretched longer and longer under the street lamp.

As for who will cook the noodles?

It doesn't matter anymore.

......

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Jian got up on time at 7:30.

He Jing on the side was still asleep, Qin Jian didn't turn on the light, he found He Jing's music folder from the piano in the dark, and then picked it up and went to the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet with the light on, Qin Jian flipped up the music stand in his hand.

After some searching, I finally found the score I had been thinking about all night.

Chicas enel jardin，Federico Mompou

The Girl in the Garden, Federic Montbald.

Monmbo, that's you.

After listening to He Jing speak yesterday, Qin Jian has been remembering where he had seen this name.

At the moment when I finally lay on the pillow, I suddenly remembered that I had seen it in the score He Jing gave me, but then a violent sleepiness struck.

That's where it turned out.

After Qin Jian finished washing, he went downstairs to buy a xiaolongbao, came back and put the hot xiaolongbao on the table, and then left 206 gently again with a music clip and a bag on his back.

According to the agreement with Liao Linjun, Qin Jian came to the coffee table and piano hall on time at 8 o'clock.

At 7:45, the sky was almost bright.

Qin Jian got down from the taxi, and in front of the store not far away, the foreign uncle was shoveling snow at the door.

Seeing yesterday's young man getting out of the car, Old Brown put down the shovel in his hand and waited for the other party to come with a big grin.

“Morning。 ”

This Qin Jian understood, "maoning!", and also greeted the other party politely.

But then, Qin Jian didn't know how to express himself.

“I... i... want... t...”

Qin Jian said as he stroked a pen in his hand.

"I can understand Chinese. ”

Perhaps because he couldn't stand Qin Jian's lame English and gestures, the foreign uncle finally spoke.

Can speak Chinese and you still maoning a yarn!

Qin Jian's face was full of resentment, but he still said respectfully: "Uncle, hello, my name is Qin Jian, we met yesterday, and I made an appointment with Sister Lin Jun to go to class at 8 o'clock in the morning." ”

However, the uncle didn't seem to hear the point of Qin Jian's words, but took off his gloves and stretched out his hairy right hand, a simple face full of beard full of kindness.

"Hello, Jian!"