Early the next morning.

A quarter past eight.

The office of the head of the piano department in the teaching building has been expanded

When Qin Jian arrived, Natsuki Aso was already waiting here in advance.

"Early summer trees. ”

"Senior brother is early. ”

Sweet, Qin Jian felt that the more he listened to these two words, the more pleasant they became.

"The office isn't open?"

"I knocked on the door, Mr. Shen shouldn't have come yet. ”

Today is Tuesday, and they have piano lessons at half past eight.

Usually Shen Qingci usually comes an hour early, but he doesn't know what the situation is today.

Seeing that it was almost 8:40, the corridor was still quiet, and the cleaning uncle had already dragged the corridor back and forth twice.

"I'll give you a call and ask. ”

Qin Jian just took out the phone as he spoke, and then there was a rush of footsteps at the top of the stairs.

The two looked at each other.

Five seconds later, Shen Qingci's figure appeared in the corridor.

Although he doesn't seem to be flustered, his hair is still a bit messy.

And Qin Jian hadn't seen Shen Qingci who didn't shave for a long time.

...

"Have you two been waiting for a long time?"

Shen Qingci opened the door and asked the two behind him.

"Nope. ”

"Hmm. ”

Two different answers rang out at the same time.

Obviously, Shen Qingci appreciated the truth-telling person more, "Xia Shu, you come first." ”

Qin Jian was ordered to clean up his office.

Accompanied by Lahe's music and painting etudes, Qin Jian made a cup of tea for Shen Qingci, and then picked up the broom.

After a busy job, the whole office is not only a lot cleaner, but Qin Jian also has a major discovery, according to his observation and olfactory analysis, there has been a woman in this office in the past three days, and this woman has been here for a long time.

There is still a very fragrant smell of perfume on the chair opposite Shen Qingci's desk, which is not low-grade when it smells, and there are two tissues under the chair that have wiped their mouths, and there are marks on the paper towels to wipe lipstick.

Coupled with Shen Qingci's vision this morning, this had to make Qin Jian have this or that association.

There's something going on here.

His intuition told him that Shen Qingci was in trouble with Sister Lin Jun behind his back?

When this terrible thought first popped out of his mind, an even more terrible thought followed——— "Who should I stand by?"

couldn't help smacking his mouth, Qin Jian felt that his inner drama was too much.

"Yes, there is progress. ”

On the other side, five meters away, Shen Qingci affirmed the strength of Aso Natsuki's touch.

Xia Shu finished the music and painting etude, and Shen Qingci sat down in front of the piano next to Xia Shu.

"Pull two. ”

As he spoke, he rolled up his cuffs clearly.

"Pay attention to the speed. ”

The moment he lifted the lid, Natsuki's piano rang.

From weak to strong, bell-like chords sounded.

It's as powerful as yesterday in the piano room.

The moment Natsuki's last chord rose to its apex, Shen Qing moved.

Qin Jian knew that Shen Qingci was finally going to play the accompaniment for them, and he suddenly felt a chicken in his heart.

A natural impulse.

Qin Jian swept away the last bit of garbage, quickly came to the middle of the two pianos, and quietly admired it.

This scene is not common.

The two tacitly cooperated, and Shen Qingci was using his own music, with symphonic colors, to walk forward with Xia Shu.

Every time he observed Shen Qingci playing the piano up close, Qin Jian felt that the other party was so unfathomable.

This time, he had to praise the other party's ability to control the timbre of the sentence too strongly.

Although any classical piano lover can tell who is the lead player at this time, he can't help but focus on the supporting role of the so-called accompaniment.

This is really awesome~

Qin Jian was sighing in his heart, suddenly.

"Stop. ”

As soon as he stopped, Shen Qingci put away his hands, and Xia Shu also stopped and faded out of the mood of the music, and looked at Shen Qingci seriously.

"It's too fast, Natsuki. ”

Fast?

Qin Jian quickly thought about the back of these words, from his audience's point of view, Xia Shu's speed was not fast, he knew that the speed that Shen Qingci said was not simply referring to the speed of speed, but to the speed of the music's emotions.

He and Natsuki discussed this issue yesterday, and in all fairness, Raji is not as ethereal as the version written in many music reviews, nor is it as simple and profound as German-Austrian music, nor is it as melodious and romantic as English and French.

It is the production of Rach, which has a rushing Russian national atmosphere as soon as it sounds.

This smell has not been disturbed since the sound of Natsuki.

So what's the problem?

"Listen. ”

Moment.

Shen Qingci raised his hand, and Qin Jian hurriedly moved closer when he saw this, staring at the other party's hand with a dead gaze.

The next second.

Shen Qingci stretched out a pair of big hands, and then fell.

A very common process of raising and dropping the key.

"W-"

"Whoa—"

"Wow————"

"W-"

...

One is long and one is short, one is light and one is heavy.

It's still like a bell, but from the first 'poof' that makes people sound the weakest, each subsequent sound carries a deep power.

The spacing between the notes seems to have been opened for centuries and has endured countless hardships.

Every note slammed firmly into the listener's chest, buzzing like a bell, but under Shen Qingci's fingers.

It all makes people feel depressed that it is difficult to breathe.

It's too heavy.

It is like a rickety body slowly moving forward in the vast Siberian plain.

At the moment when the picture in Qin Jian's heart was about to unfold, the music in his ears stopped.

"Got it?"

These words are asking Xia Shu, and it is also like asking Qin Jian.

"Teacher, I see. ”

Seeing Xia Shu nodding, Shen Qingci's gaze fell on Qin Jian's face.

Qin Jian also nodded.

"From the beginning. ”

The music is playing, at the same speed, and this time Natsuki Aso himself feels that it is not as fast as just now.

...

Natsuki Aso said she understood, and then she did.

Qin Jian also nodded, but he wasn't sure if he could do it as well as the other party in the first place.

After the end of the complete first movement, Shen Qingci specially gave an oral explanation and demonstration to the two people.

Sometimes he plays the accompaniment part, and sometimes he plays the lead part.

Regarding some things that cannot be seen in music, Shen Qingci almost avoids talking about them, and his explanations start from the score mark itself, and then extend it little by little.

Imperceptible to any flow of time, it was already an hour and a half later when Shen Qingci finished the first movement.

"Well, I had a good performance last week, so I'll go back and practice this week, and feel free to come to me if I have any questions. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, I will continue to work hard. ”

Xia Shu got up and bowed respectfully, then put away the sheet music on the music table, stood aside and gave the piano to Qin Jian.

Qin Jian loosened his chest, and he was a little nervous.

At least to this day, he has not played La San in Shen Qingci's accompaniment.

But before he could sit down, Shen Qingci buckled the lid and stood up, "You can play," said and picked up the tea made by Qin Jian and walked to the window.

Glancing at Xia Shu, who was standing obediently on the side, Qin Jian secretly said eccentricity in his heart.

After a few breaths.

Qin Jian dropped his fingers lightly.

The three clear and powerful notes had just sounded when a "stop" interrupted him.

Shen Qingci turned his head, "I said the scale." ”

Natsuki Aso accidentally laughed out loud, Qin Jian shrugged his shoulders, this time he was smart, "Teacher Shen, what scale?"

Shen Qingci frowned.

"That's it—an octave minus seven chord arpeggio. ”

"Natsuki, turn on the metronome for him, 140. ”

After a moment, he took a gentle sip of tea.

"When it hits, I shout stop. ”

The voice fell.

"What?"

Qin Jian felt that he had heard it wrong.

Natsuki Aso instantly grew a small mouth, and then obediently stretched out his hand to the metronome on the piano board.

...

"Didi"

The rapid electronic dripping sound let Qin Jian know that it was time for him to wake up.

Not daring to stay for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and flew up on the keyboard.

...

Because the picture was once inappropriate for children.

Cut.