Qin Jian couldn't understand what this blue-eyed little angel was excited about.

But from the other party's surprised expression and cute appearance, Qin Jian couldn't help but grab a handful from the candy plate at hand.

Just when Qin Jian was about to possess him.

"That's right, an elk. ”

Old Porter's voice came from the top of the stairs.

Qin Jian looked over, a lewd little old man wearing a white-edged red shirt and red pants, a Santa hat, and a white beard on his face was walking over with a serious face, with one hand behind his back.

"Come here, my little princess, and see what this is?"

Clearly, Potter's words caught the attention of the little girl, who ran over in a hurry.

I saw Potter fall to one knee, raise the little girl's right hand and kiss it, and then take out a pink lollipop from behind him.

“happy new year～”

A deep bass voice sounded at the door.

Then, a few moments later, a pair of blonde sisters pushed the door open.

The one who looked obviously a little more playful turned his head and struck Mr. Elk's antlers with a wink as he passed the bar.

Just as Qin Jian was about to raise his hand and prepare to respond to the other party, the white chick turned around and fell directly into Santa Claus's arms.

Look at the kind Santa Claus hugging left and right.

The elk is gone.

"Is it still a person?"

......

As one visitor after another, the atmosphere in the store became more and more lively.

However, it was obvious that in the huge space, Qin Jian felt that he was completely out of the situation

It's not because of the hat on the head.

In addition to the black and white people dangling in front of me, I finally waited for a yellow-skinned girl to come to the bar to pick up candy, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I said, "Buckle your chicken."

Isn't that a fuss?

It's true that communication barriers start with a language barrier.

The only two people in the room who could communicate except for themselves seemed to be busy with their own affairs.

Liao Linjun and the women were busy handling the food, while Santa Claus on the other side finally got down to business and chatted with the men affectionately

Undoubtedly.

After making sure that there was no follow-up, Mr. Reindeer took "The Girl in the Garden" out of his backpack.

After listening to Liao Linjun's explanation, Qin Jian could feel a part of what she was going to pass on to herself.

However, to draw some kind of conclusion based on imagination is mostly something that novelists are good at.

Qin Jian came to a relatively quiet corner and sat down, turning the first page of the score.

The other half of the secrets that belong to Monpo should be hidden here.

Qin Jian read every note carefully, occasionally humming along.

After reading through it for the first time, if you only read between the lines of the notes, there seems to be no surprises.

There are no daunting atonal melodies, chaotic rhythms, puzzling harmonies, or the slightest unapproachable motifs in the pencil pen of this modern composer.

For the works of modernism, Qin Jian's understanding only stops there.

All that was expected to happen was undetected, beautiful melodies, proper harmonies, and clear rhythms.

Although Liao Linjun learned from his mouth that this composer who was always a teenager did not like Igor, Bartók or the group of people in the twelve-flat music system.

But judging by some of the subheadings on the beatmap, he doesn't advocate primitivism either.

It was difficult to connect the beatmaps he recognized with the various aspects of his childhood in Liao Linjun's mouth, and Qin Jian was unwilling to start reading it for the second time.

The third time....

Fourth time....

After reading it over and over again, Mr. Elk eventually got lost.

However, at least part of the notation work was completed.

It seems that the harvest is also good.

Suddenly, a little boy with curly brown hair ran up to Qin Jian, grabbed Qin Jian's hand, and then pointed to the other side.

"Lin. ”

Qin Jian looked over, and Liao Linjun was waving towards him.

After putting away the score, Qin Jian pulled the little boy to the hall.

The originally scattered tables were put together, and they were filled with all kinds of food, roast turkey, pudding, raspberry cake that I bought myself, and many of the food that the guests brought with them......

Everyone around the table watched curiously, and everyone was no stranger to the man who had been wearing a reindeer hat, and almost everyone who walked by the bar had noticed.

However, Liao Linjun didn't introduce much, just blew under Qin Jian's antlers, "Relax, little boy." Then he pushed the award Qin key into the crowd.

“Merry Christmas！”

“Merry Christmas！”

......

December 25th in the Coffee Table Piano Pavilion is chic.

It always has been.

Qin Jian didn't know when his hat had reached the white chick's head.

I don't know when there was a red lip print on my face.

But none of this matters.

After coming out of the bathroom, Qin Jian wiped his mouth, and his comfortable stomach sent him a signal that he could continue the battle.

The cool breeze in the hall was blowing in his face, and Qin Jian felt that he was much more sober.

At that moment, Santa Claus suddenly jumped out and babbled a lot at the big guy.

Immediately, all the children cheered.

Ready to send a gift?

“bass，lin。 ”

With Santa's call, Liao Linjun walked out.

The audience cheered.

Santa Claus walked up to Qin Jian's side and took Qin Jian's right hand.

“piano，jian。 ”

This time Qin Jian understood.

It's time to get to work.

Qin Jian bowed lightly in the voice, and the white chick also walked out, bringing the hat on her head back to Qin Jian's head.

Before turning around, he left a second lip print on the left side of Qin Jian's face.

～

The focal point of the hall shifted from the wine table to the simple small stage.

Santa Claus made it to the front of the jazz drums, as for the end of the stage.

Liao Linjun sat on the barstool with the double bass and leaned his back on the piano.

Qin Jian rolled up his sleeves and sat down in front of the piano.

A small light hits the stage.

"Relax. ”

Liao Linjun's voice was small, but it was enough to reach Qin Jian's ears.

Qin Jian bent down and raised his hand.

The audience fell silent in an instant.

In particular, the children all stared wide-eyed, and some even covered their mouths.

Probably because he was a piano-playing Mr. Elk.

"What to play?"

Qin Jian thought about it for about 5 seconds.

Until a childish voice broke the silence of the audience.

“Jingle bells！！”

This Qin Jian really knows that the bell rings, and he learned it in English class when he was a child.

As a child's voice turned into the voice of a group of children, Qin Jian suddenly turned around and made a "shhh" gesture towards everyone, and his facial expression deliberately tensed.

The scene was quiet again, and even Liao Linjun on the side felt a little curious.

What is this guy going to do?

Suddenly, Qin Jian, whose body was originally stationary, nodded his head up and down, and the antlers on his head also wanted to come to life, moving as if they were beating the beat.

Qin Jian was half-standing, bent over, and moved his left hand to the keyboard with the rhythm.

Mi，mi，mi...

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the piano sounded.

It's the jingle of bells that every child is familiar with.

With the music, Qin Jian saw excitement and surprise on the children's faces.

Raising his right arm, Qin Jian moved up and down, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed.

As the music went on, I don't know which part of it I was in, and a little boy suddenly hummed along with the music.

“Jingle bells，Jingle bells...”

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth raised, and the range of movements in his hands was even greater.

Gradually, the children joined the chorus.

Pure and sweet children's voices, like natural sounds.

Throughout the hall, the piano and the children's voices are more and more integrated, releasing a most instinctive purity.

There is no embellishment.

In a white and flawless rhythm, Qin Jian seemed to see a child, like himself but not like himself, but from the child's eyes, Qin Jian saw the patterned canvas on the grandmother's sewing machine, and saw a corner of the garden full of creepers.

A smiling girl, carrying a watering can, looked at herself in amazement.

......

The melody was repeated over and over again, and even the adults echoed it, and judging by their calm expressions, it seemed as if the jingle of the bell had taken them back to their distant childhood homeland.

Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian's gaze, except for curiosity, there seemed to be something else.

This guy is always going to have some unexpected little moves

But it looks pretty good, and the atmosphere is really harmonious on and off the stage

Liao Linjun looked around slightly, and his gloved left hand gently held the bow.

As the absolute bass leader of the Zero Hour Choir, Old Porter also took out a pair of drum brushes from Santa's big backpack behind him, and played them in his hand like magic.

Qin Jian opened his eyes again, and he was in a trance for a while, as if he had spent the time of the five main themes in a fugue.

He shook his head, but nothing affected his left hand

After sitting upright, Qin Jian straightened his antler hat with one hand.

Then I opened the panel and put on the swing ring.

Suddenly, the music changed.

At the moment when Qin Jian's right hand merged on the key, a low and magical bass resonance suddenly hit the piano's humming tail.

Liao Linjun raised his hand.