() Glass after glass, endless wine, endless words.

Until the dead of night, there was no firecracker sound outside the window.

The wall clock on the wall of the living room had reached a quarter past three.

"Sister, do you remember when we were young, we went hiking once"

"Sister. ”

"Sister!"

Qin Jian turned his head to look.

I don't know when, He Jing on the side has already fallen asleep on the sofa, with a slight flush on her porcelain-white face.

Qin Jian picked up the wine in the cup on the coffee table and took a sip.

A moment later.

Got up and hugged a princess, picked up the figure on the sofa, and walked to the bedroom.

"Good night. ”

After covering He Jing with the quilt, Qin Jian returned to the sofa in the living room again.

As soon as I lay down, I was about to take out my mobile phone, and then a whirlwind struck.

The next second.

Night, utter silence.

Early in the morning, Qin Jian was picked up from the sofa by Fang Xuehua, "Get up and clean up, and go to your grandma's house in a while." ”

Qin Jian got up from the sofa in a daze, and He Jing also walked out of the bedroom with a sigh.

The two siblings looked at each other and smiled, as if they were really happy last night.

"How much did we drink yesterday?"

"16 bottles. ”

"Who drinks more?"

"It should be you. ”

The busy first day of the new year begins.

At noon, the family came to Qin Jian's grandmother's house with their things.

Fang Lao and his wife are such a daughter as Fang Xuehua.

At the end of the year, I look forward to my grandchildren coming back to see, and naturally I have a table of good food and good food waiting at noon.

After the meal, Old Man Fang took out two red envelopes, one in each hand, and handed them over to the two sisters and brothers.

New Year's money, tradition.

In the afternoon, He Jing and Fang Xuehua were talking and chatting with the two old men in the living room, and Qin Jian sneaked to the bedroom alone.

I resent a circle of New Year's greeting text messages that I didn't send last night, and then took out a stack of music scores from my bag.

I opened Chopin's etudes and continued to memorize the score.

After an afternoon, after weighing the technical points and the difficulty of the repertoire, Qin Jian settled on another repertoire for the competition etude.

"Revolution. ”

Between the torrent and the revolution, Qin Jian finally chose the latter.

First, the revolutionary etude is a repertoire that Qin Jian has mastered, and secondly, he has already deeply felt it once at the level of musical emotion.

Closing the score, Qin Jian hung up the headphones and chose Pollini's version again.

With the music in his ears, his hands naturally placed at his sides.

Then.

Fingers flicked through the air.

Exercises don't have to be done on the piano, as is documented in Chris's guide to the piano.

Qin Jian remembered it very clearly.

Consciousness plays t-py

"Many great pianists have this stupid misconception that an expensive, huge, concert piano makes it sound wonderful and creates music, so we have to choose to train our fingers to learn to play the piano. ”

"However, the human brain is much more complex than imagined, and superior to any mechanical device, and the mind is not limited by wood, felt, and metal. ”

"Therefore, it is more important to train the brain than to train the fingers, because the movement of any mobile phone originates from our brain, and music and technology cannot be separated. ”

"So, as a qualified performer, it's more important to develop the music of consciousness playing into your head than the music you get from the piano. ”

"Don't wait for the music to come out of the piano, it's still a moving way to predict the music you want. ”

Ten minutes later, Qin Jian took off his headphones.

There was no more stirring melody in my ears, only the noise outside the door.

Qin Jian stared ahead and took a deep breath.

The next second.

The ten fingers at his side moved slowly.

Although the rapid movement of his right hand did not cause an arm to move, in his mind, the keys seemed to move on their own, and he only needed to press each finger in the right place.

Feeling the wonderful feeling, Qin Jianqing was in this state of pretending.

Little by little, time passed.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"What are you doing hiding in the house? ”

He Jing entered the room, walked to Qin Jian's side and sat down, saw the music collection scattered on the bed, picked it up casually and flipped it up, "Is the song set?"

"There are still two pieces left, one for Mozart Sonata and one for Mozart Concerto. ”

Qin Jian already had a number of self-selected music in his heart.

He Jing's brows couldn't help frowning when she heard this, "You plan to participate in the Mozart competition?"

The image of Mozart talking to himself flashed in his mind, and the corners of Qin Jian's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Uh-huh." ”

"What about the professional competition?" He Jing's tone was tinged with a hint of anxiety

"All participated. ”

Qin Jian knew He Jing's concerns, "Sister, don't worry." ”

Moment.

"Is that still too late?" He Jing pondered for a moment, and said with some hesitation, "Otherwise, you should go back and prepare early." ”

"It's okay, sister, don't worry. ”

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the family set off again.

came to the countryside not far from Yangcheng, Qin Jian's grandmother's house.

Naturally, the evening is an indispensable meal to eat and drink.

There are far more New Year's flavors in the countryside than in the cities, and there are many lively people.

Every family in the village can climb a little relative.

Early in the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year.

Qin Jian was picked up from the hot kang by Qin Gang again.

The wine had not yet woken up, and he got up tired again.

The custom of Zhuangzi is to go from house to house on the third day of the Lunar New Year to pay New Year's greetings.

This is the most headache for Qin Jian during the Chinese New Year every year, facing relatives and elders who have no impression at all, he has to keep calling grandparents, uncles, aunts and grandmothers.

I even have to face a few hairy little children called uncles and aunts.

"It's a big loss. ”

However, it is not boring, there is no hustle and bustle in the city, and the secluded village will always bring Qin Jian a moment of peace of mind at some point.

Noon on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Bidding farewell to the farm, Qin Jian's family returned to Yangcheng.

For Qin Jian, this hurried year is over.

"Qin Jian, check the ticket and ID card again. ”

"Checked Mom. ”

"Your mother and I won't be going to see you off in a while. ”

"Don't worry, Dad. ”

in the bedroom.

He Jing folded Qin Jian's tuxedo and stuffed it into the suitcase.

15:30。

Outside Yangcheng Railway Station.

"Tell me when it's time. ”

"Well, sister, will you stay in Yangcheng after the New Year?"

"I'll rest at the first house for a while. ”

Qin Jian nodded, "Sister, if you have any ideas, just realize them, I will support you in whatever you do." ”

He Jing smiled, "You too." ”

Talking, the next second.

He Jing suddenly stretched out his hands, and Qin Jian stepped forward and stretched out his hands when he saw this.

A simple hug.

"Let's go, wait for you to come back. ”