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Q: Does Qin Jian have time?

Qin Jian held the mobile phone for a while, and he was a little overwhelmed.

He instinctively hesitated, then looked up and looked across the living room to the kitchen.

From a distance, Ye Yi's slender figure was busy.

A long time has passed.

Unconsciously.

The minuet in my ears is over.

"Uncle, I'm done playing. ”

A milky child's voice seemed to sound, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hmm——。 ”

Qin Jian nodded and withdrew his gaze.

Turn around and put your phone back in your pocket.

Then he applauded and smiled, "Taotao is very good." ”

With that, Qin Jian sat down next to Ye Taotao.

"But there's another place that my sister hasn't told you yet, here, you have to stretch your hands in, like this. ”

Qin Jian placed Chopin's hand on the piano.

"Taotao, do you remember what I told you about how to play a note before?"

"Remember, you have to force it here. ”

Ye Taotao said, pointing to his side waist cutely.

"Good, pay attention to my hands next. ”

The soft minuet sounded again.

Ye Taotao looked at the smart hands on the keyboard and gradually fell into a trance.

Ye Yi cleaned up, took off his apron, and also came to the living room.

After Qin Jian's piano tutoring, Ye Taotao consciously hugged the keys and went upstairs to play.

At this time, only two adults were left in the living room.

The rest of the night.

Under the special way of chatting between men and women, it quickly passed.

It's not exact to say it's a chat.

Most of the time, one is basically talking and the other is listening.

Qin Jian explained the 'question about Zhao Yu's name', and then told many interesting things that happened in the Huayun Competition, and throughout the process, Ye Yi occasionally raised his hand to interject and ask some questions about the competition system, which was beyond Qin Jian's expectations, but he still explained to the other party one by one, such as the selection range of works in each round of the competition.

Later, Qin Jian also learned that Ye Yi had been busy with some work recently, which also aroused Qin Jian's interest.

It's just that under his repeated questioning, the other party just smiled and shook his head.

In short, it was already past ten o'clock when Qin Jian returned to the Ink Garden.

When he entered the house, there was no one in the house.

It was about a quarter of an hour before the door rang again.

He Jing came back with two large shopping bags with the words 'RT-Mart Supermarket' printed on them.

Qin Jian hurriedly stepped forward to take it, and then filled the empty refrigerator again.

After washing, the two sisters and brothers chatted briefly for a while.

After learning about Qin Jian's progress in the piano room today, He Jing closed his eyes and lay down.

"Good night, go to bed early, too. ”

"Good night, sister. ”

Qin Jian said and casually extinguished the light.

Then he took his phone and sat down on the couch under the windowsill.

I hung up my headphones and clicked on a soft vocal jazz.

"JT THE", one of the classics.

As soon as the sultry prelude of the saxophone came out, the light rhythm was slightly lazy, and a tingling sensation instantly ran over the limbs.

It was like taking away the tiredness of the whole day.

"Whew-"

Qin Jian only opened the information at this time.

Seventeen pieces of unread information, from 'Duan Duan Duan Duan'

Sixteen photographs of the clearly photographed score, and a short text at the end.

'21:47 Duan Duan Duan Duan asked me to send this to you, with his specially marked fingers and precautions on it'

Qin Jian didn't click on the picture, and edited it casually.

"Thank you Mr. Shen for the trouble"

Send.

Then he tossed his phone aside, leaned back on the couch, and closed his eyes.

The music looped over and over again.

In a dark bedroom, moonlight shines through the glass, spilling onto the jumble of musical scores.

At this moment, a humming sound broke the silence of the night.

On the small bed next to the piano, the girl turned over in a daze and picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow.

Squinting with a strong sleepiness, he reluctantly clicked on the phone a few times, and then put the phone down.

Fall asleep again.

00:42。

The fue bar is closed.

The bartender had left work, and the empty bar was left with only a chandelier.

A man and a woman sit side by side.

Men drink alcohol and women smoke cigarettes.

"I'm going to be on the plane the day after tomorrow, and the preparations for the Americas have already begun. The man said.

"Anything else?" the woman asked.

The man put down the wine bottle, "Duan Ran will be handed over to you, take care of it more." ”

The woman smiled, "I've already said this just now, I'll take care of her on the way." ”

The man shook his head and raised his voice, "You know best how troublesome the low voice of K521 is, she still can't grasp it well," After saying that, the man took the mobile phone from the woman's hand and lit a cigarette, "I have already handed over the score I used before to Duan Ran, and she will transfer it to Qin Jian." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes.

For a moment, "I see." ”

"Thanks," the man nodded, "Riegel has already arranged for room and board, and he'll go back to the airport to pick you up when the time comes." ”

The man's voice fell.

No one spoke again.

For a moment, there was silence in the air.

Until the cigarette in the woman's hand gradually burned to the end.

"Anything else?" the faint voice sounded again.

The man was silent.

Maybe ten seconds passed, maybe a minute passed.

The woman gently tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, got up to pick up the bag, and walked towards the bar door without a moment's pause.

In the dimly lit hall of the fue bar, only soft music wafted through the air and the sound of shoe heels drifting away.

After the woman left, the man picked up the bottle again.

Bottle after bottle, until you fell on the marble of the bar.

Soon.

The sky was white.

Start a new day with practice.

Morning.

The piano room building of the Bor Art School is already boiling.

730。

Qin Jian sat down in front of the piano in the 308 piano room on time.

You're all set.

In addition to sleeping on the sofa caused by the neck stiff neck.

But fortunately, after a night, Qin Jian's mental state was adjusted.

A morning passed.

Qin Jian's legato proficiency in Chopin's hand finally stuck at the end of the passing line, 599.

No matter how much I fumbled, I didn't break through the last 001.

However, the practice progress of the Winter Wind Etude has improved significantly compared to yesterday.

Based on yesterday's repeated failed introductory exercises, today he spent only a small amount of time solving the problem of playing at the link between the introduction and the subsequent minor key theme.

After that, the practice was much smoother.

Before lunch, Qin Jian recorded the first thirty bars in 60 beats.

After the recording ended, he left the piano room at the urging of a certain fat.

Just before the cafeteria was about to close at noon, the two hurried to arrive.

After a hurried lunch.

Teacher Qin's flute art direction class started again.

3:20.

The fat man left 308 with a blank face and a flute in his arms.

With a soft thud of the door being slammed.

Without a moment's pause, Qin Jian stared and raised his hand.

Under ten fingers, the slow winter wind blew again.