This was the first time Qin Jian heard his own recording in a public place.

amazing feeling,

A cheerful Mozart breathes new life into a tired midnight café.

Qin Jian consciously paid attention to the people at the other tables. A middle-aged man who was busy in front of his laptop nodded to the rhythm of the music.

Qin Jian had reason to believe that the other party's mood was following the rhythm of his music, although the frequency of the other party's nodding was always slightly different from the beat of the music.

A young couple on the other side seemed to be attracted as well. Qin Jian heard the boy say to the girl next to him, "This is Mozart."

Bingo! Qin Jian silently gave the boy a thumbs up in his heart.

The boy spoke loudly, which attracted the side glances of the two female white-collar workers sitting next to him.

At this moment, the boy probably got some vanity satisfaction and smiled shyly.

It made the girl next to him giggle.

The boy didn't say anything, and the unprecedentedly fast melody slowed down.

"There will be a breakout in three seconds."

Qin Jian murmured and picked up the pen. Three seconds later, the piano sound in the speaker suddenly became extremely weak.

...

According to Qin Jian's complete statistics a year ago, as of December 6 last year, he had completed a total of 53 works, large and small.

Among them are Czerny, Beethoven, Chopin, Lach, Prokofiev, Litt, and Mombo.

However, none of the above account for a large proportion.

Mozart's works are undoubtedly the king of the year.

If last year was Qin Jian’s Mozart year, then this year will definitely be his Chopin year.

'Three polonaises, two concertos, five etudes, twenty-one preludes, three sonatas, six sets of twenty-two mazurkas, three scherzos, eleven nocturnes, six waltzes,

Three Ballades.'

Qin Jian stopped writing and calculated carefully. He was shocked when he found the result.

It’s not that I don’t feel it, but I feel a little bit drifting once I calculate it.

‘A total of 79 works by Chopin.’

In addition to Chopin's works, the works that can be sold this year are Rage III and two Rach preludes.

'One Rachmaninoff concerto and two preludes.'

Apart from Rage and Chopin, Qin Jian has no other composers’ works this year.

Brendel once said that as far as pianists are concerned, there are only two playing traditions.

One is based on the works of Chopin and a handful of related composers.

The second is a relatively rich one, with the repertoire mainly composed of works by Central European composers, from Hamburg to Vienna, from Bach to Schoenberg.

According to Brendel, Qin Jian should be regarded as a first-class performer.

Whether Qin Jian is willing to admit it or not, this positioning is accurate enough.

Suddenly, the nursery rhyme-like melody of "didi da da" replaced the third movement of k271.

Qin Jian read again and looked up. He began to appreciate the taste of this coffee shop.

If k271 is still a relatively popular work, then k279 echoing in the hall at this time is definitely a rather marginalized work of Mozart.

Qin Jian remembered clearly that he recorded this version twice because he sneezed during the first time.

Listening to your own recordings is a fun thing, and this fun always points to a certain period of time in the past and is related to memories.

Thinking about it, Qin Jian continued to write.

'Lao Ke, I won another trophy this year, in Warsaw...'

...

Qin Jian's pen tip was pulsing and Mozart was playing one after another in his ears.

These are all his recordings.

There were fewer and fewer people in the coffee shop until the middle-aged man in front of the laptop got up, closed the computer and left.

At this time, only Qin Jian and Li Zi were left in the store.

When the time reached midnight and 1:27 a.m., Reiko reluctantly crossed out the ticket swiping page.

After checking the major ticketing websites on Taobao again, she determined that tickets could no longer be purchased through normal channels.

Half a month ago, she just took a nap after returning home from the night shift and missed the first round of ticket release.

She thought that just like train tickets, a second round of tickets would be released online later.

But now there were less than 18 hours before the concert she wanted to attend.

She was upset and exhausted both physically and mentally.

Although she had never attended a piano concert in a concert hall, when she thought about the concert eighteen hours later, she felt that her body had been called by some kind of power.

"All right."

She opened WeChat again and contacted the scalper from yesterday.

'exist?'

As if the other party was waiting for her, he responded to her with a fare chart in seconds.

Reiko looked at it and frowned.

"Why is it so expensive?" She quickly edited and sent it.

Only one day later, the cheapest seat had already increased to 680, which was one-sixth of her salary.

After a while, the other party replied to her, 'Hurry up, the price won't be available at noon tomorrow.'

There's nothing I can do about it if I'm angry.

She raised her head and looked at the form again. Her eyes locked on the 1280 position and she paused for a moment.

She was heartbroken, "Anyway, it's only 500 short, so I can still be a little further ahead."

Reiko was surprised by her own thoughts, and even more surprised that she was moved by this idea for a moment.

She gritted her teeth and was about to reply to the other party.

"Two cups of hot milk and two pieces of cake."

At this moment, a gentle voice came from in front of him.

Reiko looked up impatiently.

‘duang.’

Her phone slipped from her hand and fell on the table

"you!"

Reiko covered her mouth.

Looking at the figure in front of her, her heart was pounding like the piano rhythm in her ears.

The beating of a pair of bright pupils is incredibly crazy.

"Hello."

Qin Jian smiled again.

After experiencing more than a dozen fan meetings, he has become accustomed to this scene.

But this was the first time in this scene, and he seemed to understand why he heard his own recording here.

"Ah! Qin Jian!! Is it really you!!"

Reiko was tearing her throat, and her two fists were spinning uncontrollably in front of her chest, like two silent rattles.

"Aha, it's me, it's me." Qin Jian nodded.

After receiving an affirmative reply, Reiko didn't know what to say for a moment. She forgot that she had wanted the other person's autograph and wanted to take a photo with him, and she couldn't say "I, me, you, you" for a long time.

"Two cups of hot milk, two pieces of cake." Qin Jian reminded her with a smile.

Reiko listened to these familiar words and looked at the wrinkled white shirt on the other person's body.

The pupils couldn't help but dilate again.

It was a familiar scene, and a certain memory in my mind seemed to be awakened by 'milk and cake'.

"Oh my god! Was it you that morning too?!" Reiko felt that she was dying.

"It's me, it's me." Qin Jian motioned to Li Zi to relax.

Reiko let out a breath, she needed to calm down.

"You, please wait a moment."

As she spoke, she turned around and made two cups of hot milk for Qin Jian.

"What flavor of cake do you want this time?"

Qin Jian glanced at the counter, his eyes fell on a corner, "It's the pine nut cream, you recommended it."
Chapter completed!