The tattoo incident, for now, can be temporarily put to an end.

And Qin Jian admitted that He Jing's script was better.

Outside the gate of the station, the two directly gave up their plans to take the train in the congested crowd.

All the way down the road, in the direction of home, little by little.

Qin Jian was carrying a backpack and a large bag in his left hand, He Jing was holding a small bag with his left arm against Qin Jian's side and a small bag in his right hand.

The two walked side by side, and there was a sense of déjà vu of a couple from the perspective of passers-by.

Passing by an old rock sugar gourd shop, Qin Jian stopped.

"Wait a minute. ”

After a while, when he came out again, Qin Jian had an extra string of crystal round rock sugar gourds in his hand.

"There's only this one, and the flat ones are sold out. ”

Qin Jian didn't seem to be very satisfied, and his words were a little stupid.

He Jing likes to eat sugar gourds, and likes to eat the kind of hawthorn flattened.

As soon as Qin Jian's words fell, He Jing reached out to take it, gently opened his mouth to bite off the top one, and then turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Thank you~"

When a sound came, Qin Jian didn't react a little.

"Hey, sister... Wait for me. As he spoke, he hurriedly followed.

Under the street lamp, on the familiar street, two small figures are getting longer and longer.

......

After crossing two streets, I passed a row of storefront business houses and the smell of kebabs came through.

Qin Jian looked over, and under the LED light of the 'first-hand' barbecue, a mustache with a hat was skillfully turning a handful of meat skewers on the grill.

It's this smell.

"Go home first, your home must be full of your favorite food today. He Jing lightly pushed Qin Jian, "Aunt Fang is in a hurry." ”

Next to the storefront of the barbecue is the gate of the community.

Hongtai Community, built in the millennium.

Tonight's neighborhood is exceptionally bright, and at a glance, only a few windows are dimmed.

Building 19, Unit 2, in front of Gate 402.

Qin Jian took a deep breath, took the key handed by He Jing and gently inserted it into the lock cylinder.

"Click. ”

There was a knock at the door.

Qin Jian pushed open the door, and on the left was the sound of a spatula stir-frying, and on the right was the newscast on the TV.

"Salt, old man, bring it quickly. ”

"It's not that I said you, you can't even find salt for a stir-fry, just like your son, you don't care about anything, give it!"

...

...

The conversation in the kitchen continued.

Qin Jian couldn't control his emotions a little, put down the bag in his hand, and walked towards the kitchen.

When I came to the dining room, there were already six or seven plates on the rectangular dining table.

It's just that the two busy figures in the kitchen still didn't notice the movement here.

"Dad, Mom. ”

Qin Jian tried his best to control his emotions, but his heart trembled like a rapidly beating trill.

"I'm back. ”

After a call from the dining room.

The kitchen only stopped for a moment.

"What about your sister?" The hostess, who was in charge of the spoon, turned her head and glanced at it, the expression on her face became more happy for a moment, and the sound of the spatula in her hand became louder, "Eat some first when you're hungry, after this dish is fried, then cook a soup and start the meal." ”

"My sister..."Qin Jian hadn't spoken yet.

"Aunt Fang, I'll help you. He Jing took off her coat and walked directly into the kitchen, "Teacher Qin, I'll come." ”

"Quietly, you go out, it'll be fine immediately, quick, go out and wait for dinner. ”

"Aunt Fang, I'll wash my hands first, this tofu is ready to be cut. ”

"You girl is disobedient..."

The kitchen was even more lively.

......

After being snubbed by the hostess, all of Qin Jian's eyes were fixed on the male owner who walked out of the kitchen.

Qin Gang, the man he called his father, is also a man he has admired since he was a child.

For this man, 17-year-old Qin Jian had a lot of words in his heart.

But at this time, looking at the other party's tough body, the temples that are not yet half-white, the past in my heart is fleeting.

"Dad. ”

"What's the matter with the hands?"

Father and son spoke at the same time.

He Jing, who was busy in the kitchen, also heard the movement in the dining room, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but slow down the frequency.

"What's wrong with my son's hand?" the hostess was even more anxious when she heard this, and put down the spatula in her hand.

......

Across the kitchen door, the same explanation was given inside and outside the door.

Work continues in the kitchen.

In the living room, two men sit on the sofa on the same side.

Qin Gang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table, and Qin Jian hurriedly lit the lighter.

"Then don't take it off casually, and take it with you when you sleep, listen?"

Qin Gang's deliberately serious face made Qin Jian look like he couldn't help but feel funny for a while.

"I hear you. ”

"Don't be hippie and smiling all day, go, play your big song and I'll listen to it. Qin Gang said and turned off the TV, "I'm watching something." ”

Qin Jian answered, got up and walked towards the brown upright piano next to the TV wall.

I gently stroked a brown upright piano on the side of the TV wall, and I felt a lot of emotion in my heart.

This piano carries almost all the nightmares of childhood.

Lifting the lid, a faint woody fragrance wafted up.

Qin Jian sat down to adjust his sitting posture, and when his hands were raised, he suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

It's not like playing for anyone.

The audience behind him is his own enlightenment teacher, his idol, and the person he has been determined to surpass since he was a child.

After a few tosses, I sat here again.

Still in the same position, with the man sitting behind him.

Continue.

I remember that when I was young, I always wanted to practice the third movement of pathos.

I recall the conversation between father and son in the past.

For a long time, Qin Jian sighed lightly.

This time, you have to play your best.

Qin Jian silently rolled up his cuffs in his heart, picked up the absorbent cloth on the piano and wiped his hands.

A pair of hands with white bandages, under the contrast of black and white keys, with a touch of different beauty.

The sonata collection of the panels, open.

Focus on guidance, on.

Qin Jian closed his eyes slightly, his fingers fell slightly, and there was no big movement.

Only the dexterous fingers ran on the keys.

The melody flows instantly, compact but not dense.

Qin Jian's arms moved back and forth steadily, and the entire living room to the kitchen was filled with a mysterious tuning space where logic and numbers coexisted.

The music continued, but it was more like a midnight desert than before, far away and silent.

He Jing stood at the kitchen door and looked at the living room.

The young man in the shadow of the backlight, He Jing couldn't see his expression clearly, but she knew that he was different again.

"This kid, it's quite like this..."Looking at his son, Fang Xuehua was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Aunt Fang, maybe you have to start accepting a fact, Qin Jian is really a genius on the piano, and the genius has begun to grow up. ”

He Jing said, his eyes fell on the man on the sofa, his eyes fluttering.

Teacher Qin, you must be very proud...

......

Gradually, Qin Gang couldn't understand what Qin Jian was playing behind him.

Smooth, clear, moderately dynamic, full of tension?

Qin Gang felt that he was almost running out of terms.

As a normal graduate in the 80s, Qin Gang's professional level is limited.

At the age of eighteen, I was exposed to do, re, and mi, and at the age of twenty, I really touched the piano......

Qin Jian's performance caused ripples in Qin Gang's memories.

About the times, about the staves, about the three pathos and the pedal piano.

Qin Gang has regrets, which is a regret that Qin Jian doesn't understand.

However, the past that belongs to him is gone, and today, in Qin Jian, he sees the continuation of the story.

Like a miracle in a long time, suddenly arise.

...

The sound goes out.

A special performance.

Special musicians, special listeners.