Early the next morning, Qin Jian woke up naturally from a sleep, and after getting up today, he didn't practice, but cleaned up and went out.

After taking a taxi to a large shopping mall near the Third Ring Road, and buying some cigarettes, alcohol and health care products piecemeal, he hurriedly returned to 309.

According to the distance, he successively carried his things to Shen Qingci's house, then to Wu Qing's house, and finally visited Li Sanli.

It's about to be the New Year, as a well-cared for junior, he still won't forget this bit of etiquette, originally he still wanted to go to see the old dean, but Shen Qingci said that the old dean was not in Yanjing recently, so he gave up.

At noon, Mr. Li Sanli stayed with Qin Jian to eat, and asked his wife, Li Shasha's grandmother, to make dumplings.

Qin Jian wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it in the end, he agreed, he knew the old man's temper.

So Qin Jian ate a meal of dumplings with the old couple, and the taste was really good.

At lunchtime, the old man and Qin Jian talked about the "Magic Flute" that the Figaro Club would perform in major theaters next semester.

The old man not only advised Qin Jian on various rehearsal matters, but also took the initiative to mention the issue of sponsorship.

"When the time comes, if there is any problem, you can say that there are always more solutions than problems, just don't mess around with a group of children. ”

The old man's words still warmed Qin Jian's heart, and he knew that the help that this serious old man had given him in the past half a year was definitely not just this sentence.

"Don't worry, teacher. ”

As for the issue of sponsoring the next semester's performance, after the game ended last night, the group also chatted.

Tang Jie said that he had already helped the club get two sponsorships, Wang Lin also said that he had won a sponsorship, and what Qin Jian didn't expect was that Ning Qianxia had also pulled a sponsorship, and the amount was really not small.

A few people did the math, and it turned out that the venue cost for the first eight performances was sufficient, and if the attendance rate was high, their performances could be completely profitable.

Everyone was excited and looking forward to this, after all, the money was earned through their own efforts, and it was completely different from reaching out to ask for it from their parents.

Qin Jian is too, no matter what, it is naturally a good thing not to lose money.

...

At a quarter past three in the afternoon, Qin Jian took his suitcase and record player and stepped on the first stop home, the train.

When the train arrived in Nanshi, he took a taxi directly back to 1401.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Jian found that there was no dust on the shoe cabinet, and thought to himself that Ye Yi should have come to clean it before taking the students to the art exam some time ago.

However, Bol's art exams continued.

Without a moment's stay, Qin Jian put down the record player and left the community directly with his luggage.

Catching up with the last bus to Yangcheng before dusk, Qin Jian embarked on the last journey home.

"Finally home. ”

On the highway, looking at the slanting sun outside the window, Qin Jian slowly fell asleep.

As soon as I woke up, I arrived at the bus station.

The moment he walked out of the small station with his suitcase, he saw his mother looking forward to it from a distance.

I don't feel the acceleration under my feet.

...

"Mom. ”

Fang Xuehua looked at the young man in front of her, she hadn't seen her for half a year, she always felt that Qin Jian had grown taller again.

"Where's my dad?"

"Your dad is waiting for you in the car. ”

"Huh, in the car, where is he?"

The mother and son walked towards the outside of the station as they spoke, but when they passed the parking lot, Fang Xuehua stopped.

A moment later, Qin Jian saw a black sedan slowly drive out of the parking lot.

The car stopped in front of him, Fang Xuehua went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, "Quickly put the suitcase in." ”

At this time, Qin Jian seemed to react, got in the car and asked, sure enough. Die Literature Network

He is naturally very supportive of his parents' purchase of a car, and the family should have had a car a long time ago.

"Son, this car will be yours from now on. Fang Xuehua said with a smile.

Before Qin Jian could speak, Qin Gang, who was holding the steering wheel, interjected: "Forget it, your son can't look down on this car." ”

"Haha, you can see it, hey, Dad, you give me the key tomorrow, I really want to try it on the road." ”

Laughing all the way, the three of them drove in the direction of home.

...

Dinner was naturally a good meal.

When my son comes home, there is nothing more joyful for parents than here.

During the meal, Qin Jian accompanied Qin Gang to drink a lot and talk a lot.

For the scenes depicted by Qin Jian, whether it was a large-scale classical recording scene in Hamburg or an international famous school such as the Tchaikovsky Institute, Qin Gang and his wife just listened quietly.

Just listening to them is like a great satisfaction for them.

I haven't seen each other for half a year, and the couple once again felt from what Qin Jian revealed - the child has really grown up.

After the meal, Fang Xuehua cleaned up in the kitchen.

Qin Jian knew that it was time for the father and son again.

Only this time, the old rules seemed to have changed, Qin Gang sat straight in front of the piano, and then gently lifted the dust cloth covering the piano.

"You listen to me, and if something is wrong, you will correct it for me. Qin Gang's tone didn't seem like he had drunk too much, Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Okay, Dad, you play, I'll listen." ”

Qin Gang opened the lid, just like Qin Jian when he was a child, and put his hands on the keyboard.

And Qin Jian stood behind Qin Gang, just like when Qin Gang stared at him when he practiced the piano when he was a child.

Qin Jian paid attention to the position of the hand on the keys, and he probably already knew what his father was going to play.

My heart was filled with anticipation.

In a moment, Qin Gang's fingers moved.

A little sluggish pathos sounded in the third movement.

The melody that was supposed to be light sounded a little sluggish, and mistones and sticky notes were repeated.

However, Qin Gang's performance state looked extraordinarily focused.

From the keyboard, it can be clearly seen that Qin Gang's arm and wrist movements are full of various problems, and the moment the lower finger drops the key, there is no good angle.

Even the fingering of some notes was not played according to the correct fingering, but Qin Jian could hear that his father was expressing.

There is a forward spiritual motivation in music, which is very valuable.

Not everyone who plays pathos can do it.

In this regard, my father's grasp of the spirit of this work is absolutely worthy of recognition.

Qin Jian was thinking that if his father could have received a good piano education since he was a child, he would also be a very good piano player now.

In half a year, it is really not easy for a forty-year-old elementary school music teacher who has not received a real piano education to practice Pathos to this point.

The music ends with a not-so-certain chord.

Qin Jian applauded lightly, "It's good." ”

Qin Gang turned his head and smiled, "If there's a problem, you have to tell me." ”

Qin Jian nodded, and then, like when Qin Gang tutored him when he was a child, his right hand ran on the piano for the first three bars.

"Dad, keep your wrists down. ”

...

This scene is very much like the past.