"That's all there is to it, understand?"

Liao Linjun plucked the bass strings in his hand, and raised his hand from time to time to turn the knob on the head.

Qin Jian propped his chin on the piano board with both hands, looking at old Potter leaning against the wall with a gloating face, he could only puff out his cheeks, and then pretend to blink cutely.

He has no objection to Liao Linjun's work assignment today.

In addition to playing as an elk.

After all, my professional gains in the past two days have been guided by the other party.

No matter how the other person perceives his identity, he already sees the other person as a teacher.

The work assigned by the teacher should still be completed carefully.

Originally, tonight was also planned to go to Blossom Lane to get worship points, since there are also programs here, then naturally the audience is indispensable, and staying here must be able to earn a little more.

Besides, being able to cooperate with Liao Linjun on the same stage, Qin Jian was still a little excited in his heart, but the other party was already able to give lectures at the Conservatory of Music when He Jing first went to college, and through the contact in the past two days, the other party's musical literacy was really terrifying.

Although it was a little surprising that Liao Linjun wanted to play bass, it also stimulated Qin Jian's curiosity even more.

In addition, you can also feel the combat power of the swinging ring through tonight's actual combat performance.

Trio.

Tattooed keyboardist, bartender drummer, piano tuning female bass.

It seems to be not bad.

"Still have questions?" Leaning the instrument in his hand on the piano, Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian.

The question is no, that is, can we stop working on an empty stomach.

"When is the meal open?"

Qin Jian pointed to his stomach.

......

For a simple meal, Qin Jian ate a curry rice, and Liao Linjun ate a sandwich.

As for Old Porter, who called it after eating two catties.

After the meal, Qin Jian and He Jing had a phone call, the other party was preparing for class, and asked about tonight's arrangements to no avail, the other party just let himself go home after the evening, and then hung up without saying a word.

It seems that He Jing is not here today.

13:00 sharp.

Qin Jian finished putting on again, and under Liao Linjun's eyes, he set off with Old Porter, who was wearing an embroidered shirt and white suspenders.

A shopping trip with the bartender.

As a less traditional F-countryman, Porter doesn't want to see wine and oysters, or chocolate truffles at his annual Christmas dinner.

However, the trunk cake can still be served in two large pieces.

For most of the afternoon, Qin Jian followed behind Old Porter and saw that men were not vegetarians when they went shopping.

As the feeling of heaviness in his hands became heavier and heavier, Qin Keyboard clicked, in addition to eating and drinking, there were all kinds of messy things.

For example, an elk costume with horns.

Qin Jian felt that his hands were so numb that they no longer belonged to him.

From the market to the florist, from the florist to the mall, from the food area to the clothing area......

Standing in a men's clothing store, Qin Jian was a little upset.

Is this also a project that is procured together?

Ay.

Not much.

The F guy who came out of the fitting room changed into a brand new outfit and came directly to Qin Jian, seemingly not noticing the other party's slightly dissatisfied expression, "How is it?" said and raised his arms and turned around.

This turn attracted the attention of the people around him.

Qin Jian looked at the little old man in front of him and pouted, although he was not happy in his heart, he still couldn't admit the other party's eyes picking clothes, and nodded, "Not bad." ”

The old gentleman's sense of déjà vu, except for a hippie smiley face.

Suddenly, Potter stopped smiling, grabbed a light gray tweed coat from the rack on the side, compared it with Qin's figure, and immediately took it off the prosthetic model's head and buckled it on Qin Jian's head.

"Hmm," Old Potter looked Qin Jian up and down, and nodded, "Not bad, not bad." ”

Just in Qin Jian's confused face.

“happy new year，Jian。 ”

......

After inexplicably changing into a new dress, an old man and a young man embarked on the return journey.

The sky was getting dark, and the sunset was warm.

Back in the store again, Qin Jian was a little surprised.

Optimus Prime at the door is no longer lonely, and next to his huge body, a beautifully decorated Christmas tree is lit up with sparkling neon.

The shop is plastered with all kinds of Christmas costumes, and even the 1900 top hat on the wall painting has a red Santa hat pasted on it.

The empty space on one side of the bar, which had been filled with clutter, has been cleared and replaced with a regular upright piano with a drum kit behind it, and a stool on one side with a clean-cleaned double bass leaning on the legs of the stool.

Good capable female tuft

Qin Jian handed over the large bag of food in his hand to Liao Linjun, "Sister Lin Jun, this is all food, what else do I need to do next?"

"Thank you, just follow me and give me a hand," Liao Linjun sorted out the handbag, suddenly found something, raised his eyebrows, took out a piece of fluffy things from a gray flannel bag, and looked at it carefully, "It's a good purchase, come and bring it." ”

As he spoke, he handed the elk-shaped hat in his hand to Qin Jian.

Then he took out a dozen plates, large and small, from the bar, "and divided the sweets and desserts among these plates." ”

"Yes boss~"

Qin Jian reluctantly put the hat in his hand on his head.

Just do it.

After a while, plates of colorful fruit plates filled the bar.

"Sister Lin Jun, tell me about Meng Bo. ”

Qin Jian suddenly asked, although he had a big head, the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and a large bag of candy was almost bottomed out.

"Huh?" Liao Linjun slowly raised his head, "You know Meng Bo?"

"I've heard some from my sister. Qin Jian filled the last plate in his hand, and the remaining chocolates were directly put into his pocket, "It feels good." ”

"So what do you want to know?"

"The girl in the garden. ”

In He Jing's memories, Liao Linjun praised this work, and Qin Jian could see that this work had a certain impact on He Jing.

So Qin Jian decided to use this song as the track for the third round of the competition last night, provided that he survived the first two rounds, but he didn't realize the change in Liao Linjun's expression.

.....

"This one?"

Good old past.

The hidden emotions in Liao Linjun's expression finally subsided, and he spoke slowly.

"Mont Bo is a child who never grew up, and until the moment of death, he still did not change ....."

"His music has always been too straightforward, and to be honest, there are very few pianists in Europe who have made his work the centerpiece of his playing. ”

"In the shadow of empiricism, his mediocrity is really nothing to scrutinize. ”

But when you discover the persistence under the fabric of his music, you will hear the laughter of the naughty boy next door, and you will recall the slingshot of your childhood. ”

"Whether it's the fountains and bells in 'Scenery on the Road', or the naïve and clumsy soldier children and ketchup poured over the waltz in 'Variations Trilogy', childlike fun should not be separated from the trajectory of every stroke of the keys under your ten fingers. ”

"We need to go into the glass house of Monbal, where we are alone with our childhood selves and then look at each other. ”

"Feel it, "The Girl in the Garden", it's in his pupils. ”

Liao Linjun said and skipped Qin Jian and fell out of the glass window on the side of the mouth, his eyes were full of a smile, "Or, look behind you." ”

"Huh?"

Qin Jian looked back.

A little blonde girl wearing a flower skirt and carrying a fruit basket was slowly walking here, and when she saw her turn around, her curiosity instantly turned into surprise.

Is this the maiden in the garden?

Qin Jian once again recalled Liao Linjun's words, looked at the little angel approaching him, and gradually sketched a glance of the garden in his heart.

"Yes! Yes... Be... It's an elk!!"