Second Piano Concerto

Tan Shuo woke up in the inn.

Qin Haiou did not carry him back to the rice noodle shop, but to the inn, and asked Zhuzhu what to do.

Zhuzhu understood what had happened and knew that the situation was not serious. Seeing that Tan Shuo had fallen asleep and couldn't wake him up even if he shouted, she said to let him fall asleep first, and wait until he woke up.

Qin Haiou was worried about leaving Tan Shuo alone, so he carried him back to his room.His room is a single double bed room, which is enough for two people.He settled Tan Shuo, went to the rice noodle shop and worked with Amao until the shop was closed, and then came back.

Tan Shuo fell into a deep sleep this time. He and Qin Haiou had been living peacefully together, but when it was almost dawn, he had some kind of drunken madness in his dream, and suddenly he jumped up, slapping Qin Haiou awake.

Qin Haiou woke up to check the time, and went downstairs for a run.He went for a run around the town, and when he came back Tan Shuo was already up, sitting on the bed with dull eyes, obviously not fully awake yet.

At this time, Zhuzhu was doing the morning cleaning as usual, because most of the guests were still asleep, so the movements were very light.Qin Haiou left the door of his room open, and quietly went to the corridor to call her.

Zhuzhu came over to look at Tan Shuo, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Tan Shuo turned his head to look at the two, still a little dull: "I've drunk too much."

Zhuzhu said: "Do you still know that you drank too much? When you came back last night, you were like a dead pig."

Tan Shuo tried his best to recall: "How did I come back?"

Zhuzhu opened her mouth to speak, but was pulled by Qin Haiou. Just wondering, she heard Qin Haiou say: "Of course you, Brother Qin, dragged my old arms and legs to carry you back."

Tan Shuo didn't respond after hearing this.Zhuzhu looked at Qin Haiou in surprise and forgot to react for a while.Qin Haiou thought for a while, and then eagerly asked, "Don't you remember what you did last night?"

"Ah?" Tan Shuo was dumbfounded.

"You don't even remember spitting on me what you ate?"

"..."

"Then you always remember that you grabbed Doudou to fight it for food?"

"..."

The expression on Zhuzhu's face quickly changed from surprise to a smile.Tan Shuo looked at Qin Haiou, and was a little dazed at first, but suddenly he woke up, jumped up from the bed, and shouted: "Fuck! You have grown up, haven't you?!"

Qin Haiou couldn't hold back any longer, and hid behind Zhuzhu while smiling.Tan Shuo stood on the bed and looked down at the two of them, looking very imposing.

Zhuzhu said anxiously: "Hush your voice! Many guests haven't gotten up yet!" Pointing at him with a broom, "Get down!"

Tan Shuo still glared at Qin Haiou angrily.

Seeing that he was not moving, Zhuzhu turned to Qin Haiou and said, "Let's go, Xiao Qin, let's go eat."

Qin Haiou followed her out knowingly.Tan Shuo immediately faltered, and jumped off the bed barefoot: "Hey wait for me, wait for me, I'm starving to death!"

Only then did Zhuzhu remember to criticize Qin Haiou: "Look at you, what's so good about him, you just learn from him!"

Tan Shuo was very dissatisfied when he heard this: "Who said I'm not good, what's wrong with me?"

Zhuzhu said: "You still say it! A good child was spoiled by you!"

Qin Haiou kept laughing, Zhuzhu nodded when he said him, then turned to Tan Shuo and said, "We're even."

Tan Shuo said: "Unexpectedly, you are quite vengeful."

Qin Haiou smiled and said, "What enmity do we have?" After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and his smile faded a little, "But you are right, I do hold grudges."

***

The problem of the house was solved, and Tan Shuo was finally able to free up his hands to do something he had been thinking about for a long time.

A few days later, when Qin Haiou came to the rice noodle shop, Tan Shuo gave him four pages.

"Take it and play!" Tan Shuo said.

Qin Haiou took it and saw that it was a four-page handwritten score. After looking carefully, he immediately found that it was not only Tan Shuo's handwriting, but also a piano sketch. There was no title or trace of modification, and the score was very clean and clear.

"You wrote this?" Qin Haiou was a little excited.

"Well," Tan Shuo nodded, "I just wrote it."

Qin Haiou looked at those pages again and again: "Is it written for me?"

"Yes, I'll play it for you." Tan Shuo said.

Qin Haiou was overjoyed, holding the sheet music in his hand, he couldn't help himself, and he didn't care what time it was, so he went directly to Liu'an, entered the piano room through the back door, sat in front of the piano and started playing.

However, within an hour, Qin Haiou returned to the rice noodle shop with the score.

"Is this really for me?" he asked Tan Shuo.

"Yes!" Tan Shuo wondered, "What's wrong?"

"This is obviously a children's piano piece," Qin Haiou pointed to the score, "It's too simple."

Tan Shuo looked at him meaningfully: "Is it simple?" After finishing speaking, he did not explain much, and went to work on his own.

Qin Haiou was stunned by his question, and looked down at the score in his hand. After a moment of bewilderment, his heart gradually calmed down.

He was no longer in a hurry to go to Liu An.It wasn't until the next morning when he practiced the piano that he took out this little piece to play again.

Qin Haiou found that although this piece is technically extremely simple, it leaves a lot of room for musical development. Except for the notes and rhythm, Tan Shuo hardly set any restrictions, nor did he give any hints. Neither the speed mark nor the strength mark nor the emoji could be found on the website, which meant that Qin Haiou had to consider all these by himself.

Qin Haiou began to try to play this ditty with different speeds and dynamics, and added some details and changes to it.Usually, if a piece of music is deliberately composed for fast performance, when it is deliberately slowed down, the music will become very boring; conversely, if a slow piece of music is deliberately speeded up, it will It will also lose its original charm.However, when Qin Haiou tried to play Tan Shuo's ditty in a completely different style, he found that no matter how he played it, it seemed reasonable.He can play it steadily and slowly, or play it light and fast, he can process it into any kind of gradual mode between priorities, and he can play it with various emotions and feelings.All methods seem to be feasible for this song, Qin Haiou seems to see that there are countless ways to go, and countless choices to match.This ditty is like a piece of clay, he can knead it into any shape he wants, and it is like a stick figure, he can render it into any color he wants.He plays it according to different ideas, and it will show different postures and appearances.Qin Haiou tried this ditty again and again, but the more he tried, the more he felt that there were more possibilities to be realized.Technical simplicity does not mean that it is an easy task to perform this ditty—at that time, Tan Shuo asked "Is it simple?", which should be to express this meaning.

Qin Haiou understood this, and he was completely at ease.Since Tan Shuo said it was for him to "play and play", he regarded this ditty as a toy, and did not spend the whole time practicing it, but only used it as an adjustment when he felt tired from practicing the piano every day. Play it several times in different patterns, while thinking about fresher ways of expression.

Soon after half a month, Qin Haiou filtered, refined and polished through non-stop attempts, and finally accumulated several processing methods that he thought were very interesting and could withstand scrutiny, and asked Tan Shuo to come to the piano room to listen.

After Tan Shuo listened, he commented on each of them.Qin Haiou suddenly said: "Come play and watch, I want to hear what it looks like when you play it yourself!"

Tan Shuo thought about it, sat down and played it again.This piece has no technical difficulty, so he played it fairly smoothly, and the meaning he wanted to express was also expressed in place.The version he played was different from Qin Haiou's several versions. Qin Haiou was surprised when he heard it: "I never thought it would be like this!"

Tan Shuo said with a smile: "There is no standard answer to this question. The changes in music are endless. If you think these versions are good today, maybe you will come up with better ideas tomorrow."

Qin Haiou nodded repeatedly.Tan Shuo added: "Even with the same processing method, there will be subtle differences between playing when you are in a good mood and when you are in a bad mood. The music itself is abstract, but the feeling it gives you is concrete. .When ordinary people hear music, they can only passively accept the influence of music, but you are different, because the music is played from your hands, it affects you, and you are also affecting it. The changes brought about are the most interesting, and they are worth experiencing and savoring.”

Thinking about his words carefully, Qin Haiou felt many emotions in his heart.The artistic processing of each musical work requires the performer to spend time and effort in doing it. Qin Haiou does not understand this truth.But he used to be able to do well with ease, so he didn't put much thought into this aspect.It wasn't until Tan Shuo's piece magnified this problem several times before his eyes that he finally realized that what he had done before was far from enough.

Thinking of this, Qin Haiou nodded and said: "Yes, you are right. I didn't pay enough attention to this issue before. If you hadn't written this song, I don't know when I would find out."

Tan Shuo said: "Sooner or later we will find out, but it is always better to find out earlier."

Qin Haiou touched the score paper on the stand, feeling very happy.During this period of time, Tan Shuo's little song has brought him a lot of fun, and the exchange just now has also benefited him a lot. This was originally a pleasant thing, but the smile stayed on Qin Haiou's face It was gone for a moment, and he fell silent suddenly.