() There are four days left until Chinese New Year's Eve.

City.

The streets and alleys are full of lights, and there is a strong smell of the New Year everywhere.

A corner of Yuehai Shopping Plaza.

Qin Jian stopped on the side of the street, put down the shopping bag in his hand, and rubbed his frozen and somewhat stiff hands.

After a while, a taxi slowly approached.

"Ink Garden Community, trouble. ”

After finishing the hurried art examination trip, it has been six days since Qin Jian returned to Nanshi.

On the night he came back from Haishi, before he got out of the station, he sent the fat man on the train back to Qingshi.

After learning that He Jing should not be able to return to Nanshi before the year, the two siblings could only meet at their home in Yangcheng on the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Thereupon.

The short vacation that belonged to Qin Jian alone began.

I didn't lock myself in front of the piano like crazy before the art exam.

Every day after getting up, he would go downstairs to have some breakfast, and then go to the nearby park to go to the yo-yo bend to watch the old man box.

Or take the bus to the library and bring back two books that you just interested in

However, before twelve o'clock at noon, Qin Jian would definitely come back from the market with some food, and occasionally cook by himself.

After lunch, he would sit at the piano and read a book for half an hour, followed by a lunch break.

Practice time begins at 3 p.m.

Until dinner.

In the evening, sometimes he would chat with Ye Yi, sometimes he would discuss Mozart's four consecutive plays with Duan Ran, or get up from bed in the middle of the night on a whim and play blindly on the piano for a while.

In short, after returning from Haishi, Qin Jian did not open Chris's piano space again.

Unexpectedly, he ran all the way down with the fat man, and the number in his hand finally broke through the 30,000 mark.

He wanted to take a break.

By the way, think about some questions.

Life and music are the same in some ways, and only with a degree of relaxation can we find a better direction of motivation.

"Whew. ”

Qin Jian carried a bag in his hand, walked into the door awkwardly, and closed the door with a swing of his legs.

"Cooking. ”

Without stopping, he put down what he was holding and took off his coat.

Turning on the music of the single loop, Qin Jian followed the dynamic fuk rhythm and turned it into the kitchen.

“fuk yu up”

The sound of kitchen knives tapping on the chopping board has a rhythmic "click" to the beat of the bass and drums.

‘ttttt’

The stainless steel iron pot is clanging, shuttling through the vocal rhyme.

The music is over and over again.

Twenty minutes later.

A dish of shredded green pepper meat with bright color comes out of the pot.

"Dinner. ”

Relaxing time after dinner.

There was no cigarette, Qin Jian chewed gum and took two bound sheets of sheet music to the piano.

One was handed over to him by Shen Qingci at the fue bar, and the other was passed on to him by Shen Qingci through Duan Ran.

The same note, but full of a completely different sense of what is behind the two scores Qin Jian is not clear.

But he still wrote down both scores.

20:00。

Qin Jian just took out a red pen and spread out the score.

The phone rang punctually.

'Duan Duan Duan Duan' video calls.

put through

With the click of Qin Key, in the next second, two boxes, one large and one small, appeared on the frequency screen of the mobile phone.

In the slightly delayed picture, a girl with no makeup sits cross-legged in front of a brown piano, with a fresh little hair tied on the top of her head.

Qin Jian smiled, "Have you eaten?"

On the screen of the mobile phone, the girl waved the bread in her hand, "I'm eating, wait for me,"

Qin Jian stood his phone on the music stand of the piano, looked at the camera and nodded, "Don't worry." ”

The voice came from the phone again, "You can play the piano for me." ”

Qin Jian squeezed his shoulder, "What to play?"

"Have you ever heard of the th?"

Qin Jian smiled, directly raised his hand to play a prelude, and then stopped and asked, "Is this it?"

"Don't stop. ”

"Yes, yes, that's it, do you like this cartoon too?"

The girl's voice came out again.

Qin Jian continued to play, "I haven't seen it." ”

A clear prelude is streaked.

The girl in the picture chewed bread and quieted down, not talking, quietly listening to the melody in her ear.

This song was at Bor Art School, and the fat man used to play it in the dormitory for a while.

Qin Jian thought it sounded good, so he practiced in the piano room.

As the music entered, the strength of Qin Jian's ten fingers gradually increased.

I can't help but bring the mood of the music into the music.

This moment.

The stirring notes bloom in both bedrooms at the same time, and the original glowing melody also highlights a different feeling under the gorgeous tone of the piano.

It's a little less irritable and noisy, and a little more clear.

In the past few days, Qin Jian has faintly found the balance of the ten fingers through repeated scale exercises in thinking and practicing.

Now suddenly playing some melodic fragments, the clear flow between the hands is a good proof of this.

"That's how it feels. ”

In a good mood for a while, Qin Jian stepped on the sustain pedal, his right hand stretched out in a second, and the monophonic melody instantly turned into a two-tone melody across the octave, and then the left hand was not to be outdone and turned the note time into a denser unit group.

An anime music, in Qin Jian's unbridled imagination, there was a hint of symphonic color.

With the interspersed high and low notes, the hands will once again push to the end.

Suddenly.

At the last moment of the whole melody, Qin Jian's right hand was closed, and his left hand slammed down.

"Wow————"

Qin Jian blew lightly.

After a few moments, the left hand was withdrawn from the keys.

It wasn't until the bass roar faded away that his body collapsed.

A stirring piece of music seemed to reactivate his long-calm hands and completely awaken the nerves in his brain.

At this moment, there was a dense clapping sound from the phone.

Qin Jian looked up.

The girl's expression in the picture looks a little excited.

"Qin Jian, I want to score!"

Qin Jian spread his hands, "Improvisation is playing here, where is the score." ”

"Okay. The girl pursed her lips, and then laid out a sheet of music on the music shelf, "Then let's begin, starting with measure seventeen."

"Hmm. ”

Qin Jian here also picked up the pen.

The next second.

A muffled Mozart appears.

Qin Jian's gaze quickly followed the music across every section of the score in front of him, scribbling on the pages from time to time.

Two hours later.

"Good night. ”

"Good night. ”

turned off the video, and Qin Jian took a shower directly.

Came out of the bathroom and changed into pajamas, then lay down on the bed.

"Comfortable. ”

After a short break.

I picked up the biography of Mozart next to my pillow and continued reading.

The last chapter – Requiem.

"In such a time of transition, Europeans are moving from a religious world of devout and secular seclusion to a belief that the individual can live on his own, from submission to tradition and hierarchical authority in pursuit of individual freedom and independence"

23:45。

Qin Jian's gaze stayed on the last page at the end of the book for a long time.

Long.

He gently closed the book and set it aside.

The right hand gently strokes the left hand.

'Wow'.

The space of Chris's piano that I hadn't seen for a long time resurfaced.