Atypical Cafe Love

After dinner, Ning Siqin strongly asked himself to wash the dishes.Chen Songmao thought it was summer and the water was not too cold, so he let him go.He sat in the living room by himself, opened the notebook and sorted out the work records. After sitting for a while, suddenly a strange bell rang. Chen Songmao looked up and saw that it was Ning Siqin's mobile phone on the coffee table. The call record showed "Mr. Xia ".He picked up his mobile phone and walked towards the kitchen. Halfway there, Ning Siqin greeted him, took the mobile phone and connected it: "Hello? Teacher Xia."

Chen Songmao glanced over his shoulder into the kitchen and saw that the dishes and chopsticks had been washed.Ning Siqin walked towards the living room while answering the phone: "Oh, so it's at your place? That's great, let me tell you... no, I'll go get it myself when the rain cools down... really no need, now that the rain is so Big...really...that's fine...I'm at a friend's house, I live in the same building...OK, let my junior brother call me when he arrives...OK, goodbye, teacher."

Chen Songmao made up a rough idea, and when he hung up the phone, he asked, "Did you find the key?"

"Yes, at my teacher's place, the teacher told me to drop by the student." Ning Siqin said.

The two sat down on the sofa together.Chen Songmao nodded: "I said you still go out in this weather to see the teacher?"

"My mentor when I was learning piano in China, I had previously agreed to let me introduce my experience of studying abroad, so I can't refuse." Ning Siqin said, "It's also a coincidence. When I left, I left the small bag I brought with me in the teacher's car. Come on, the umbrella and the key are inside, otherwise I wouldn't come to see you in such a mess."

That's what he said, but even though he was drenched all over when he first entered the door, his expression was calm and peaceful, and now he is half leaning on the sofa, with a leisurely expression and a smile on his face, which has nothing to do with the word "worry" at all .Chen Songmao thought so, so he said: "I don't think you look embarrassed at all."

Ning Siqin raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it's not like that?"

"No." Chen Songmao said.But he felt it was a bit too explicit to continue adding other supplementary explanations, so he stopped here.Ning Siqin seemed to be waiting, seeing that he didn't follow up, smiled inexplicably, and motioned to the violin: "Does it affect you?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't take a lunch break." Chen Songmao said.Ning Siqin got up and took the violin: "Would you like some music?"

"I'm curious what piece you practiced recently." Chen Songmao said with a smile.Ning Siqin rested the piano on his shoulders, and played "The Music of Celestial Bodies" which he had heard in A Normal University earlier.

This piece of music was obviously played specifically to answer his question, because Ning Siqin turned to play the etude after playing it once.Professional musicians, like theater actors, are careers that take one minute on stage and ten years of work off stage. The repertoire played every day for violin practice is actually very boring.Ning Siqin was standing in the corner of the living room playing the piano, while Chen Songmao sorted out his work records, and then went to sort out the income and expenditure accounts.After finishing the accounts, he turned on the tablet computer and began to do some trivial things that he didn't usually have time to deal with, when he suddenly heard the bow of the violin slip, and it was slightly off by half a note.

Chen Songmao raised his head, took a look, and saw Ning Siqin smiled at him and nodded—obviously on purpose.He also smiled, and continued to concentrate on dealing with chores, but he suddenly felt as if he had returned to the way of getting along in the cafe at that time, and he was a little nostalgic for a while.Less than a quarter of an hour later, it was half a tone off.Chen Songmao looked up again, Ning Siqin still smiled at him.Chen Songmao was helpless: "Are you treating me as Zhou Lang?"

Ning Siqin tilted her head and blinked at him.Chen Songmao smiled helplessly, being teased out of his temper.After the etude was over, Ning Siqin paused for a moment: "Zheng Zijun said earlier that you had the title of 'human flesh tuner', so I couldn't help being a little curious. Are you disturbing your work?"

"No, it's all chores." Chen Songmao said, "But for me, listening to a performance and hearing that the pitch is wrong is like laying the wrong floor tile on the road for obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why do you think I like listening to you so much? violin?"

Ning Siqin laughed: "Okay, okay, my fault." He switched to the next song, this time there was no intentional mispronouncing, and it could be heard that he was dealing with rhythm, timbre and sound intensity after repeated practice nitty gritty.After sitting like this for an hour, Ning Siqin's cell phone rang again.He stopped the song and went to answer the phone.Chen Songmao waited for him to finish picking it up, and asked, "Do I need to see you off?"

"It's only three floors away." Ning Siqin said, "Leave the Qin with you first? I'll go downstairs to get the key."

Chen Songmao nodded, Ning Siqin went downstairs, and he came up again after a while, holding a bunch of keys in his fingers.Chen Songmao helped him pack the piano case and wet clothes, and sent them to the door. Ning Siqin paused and asked, "What time will you be home tomorrow? I'll return the clothes to you."

"It depends on the weather. Several customers have rescheduled their time this afternoon. It will probably be a bit busy tomorrow. If it is convenient, you can come after nine o'clock in the evening." Chen Songmao said.Ning Siqin nodded and said goodbye.

Chen Songmao closed the door, and suddenly felt a little lost, as if the room only had the sound of rain outside the window, which was a bit too monotonous.He turned off the tablet and entered the studio.The dehumidifier has been turned on, and there are two semi-finished pianos with exposed internal structures in the room. He beats inside, experimenting with different timbres, and quickly passed the night.

It rained all afternoon and gradually stopped in the evening.But humidity will have a certain impact on the timbre of the piano, so Chen Songmao still rejected the arrangement of tuning the piano at night, and stayed at home to continue thinking about the semi-finished set.

His family’s economy is well-off, but they don’t have the money to buy two pianos for him to toss about. Especially the quality of the piano brand has a great impact on the sound quality, and buying cheap and inferior pianos is quite limited in improving the level.Chen Songmao simply found another way, contacted the piano manufacturer and related processing plants through the relationship between the piano store and the teacher, disassembled the parts from the waste pianos that had no use value, and assembled them by himself.

Although most old pianos have been used for many years, not all parts are scrapped, and there are always some accessories in good condition.Chen Songmao dismantled parts of old pianos, bought parts himself, and slowly assembled them over several years.Piano tuners must learn the structure of pianos, but there are not many people who really assemble them by themselves.He learned by himself slowly, and took many detours along the way, but the advantage is that he can experiment at will, even if the parts are scrapped. Gradually, he feels that this project is still very helpful and he enjoys it.

Right now there are two pianos in the studio, one is an ordinary upright piano and the other is a grand grand piano, both of which are unfinished.Most of the strings of the upright piano have been installed. Chen Songmao continued to install some of the strings and hammers, and tested the sound while installing them. Finally, he realized that it was past 09:30 when he heard the notification sound from the mobile phone text message.He picked up his phone and found that it was a text message from Ning Siqin.

[Guess you are probably not on WeChat. On November 11, the National Symphony Orchestra will come to City A for a concert. Are you planning to go? 】

[There are plans.But isn't it pre-ordered yet? 】

[Ms. Xia has a student inside, and asked me if I want a ticket.I have something to do and I can’t go, if you don’t go, I’ll tell the teacher not to keep it for me]

【Aren't you going? 】

[Not bad this time. 】

[Then I will trouble you and your teacher. 】

The next day, when Ning Siqin came to return the clothes, he brought a ticket along the way. Chen Songmao was quite surprised: "You already got it?"

"Teacher Xia just came back from an exchange performance in Beijing, what do you think?" Ning Siqin smiled slightly, "It's been a long time since graduation, and the tickets are a gift for us to meet."

The domestic symphony audience is relatively narrow compared to Europe, the professional circle is not very big, and everyone in the same circle can get acquainted with each other. Tickets for relatives and friends are not very rare. Received the ticket: "Okay, thank you. Do you have any favorite band?"

"To impress me, at least at the level of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra and the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra." Ning Siqin said casually.Chen Songmao shook his head: "Don't say that outside."

"You think I'm so careless?" Ning Siqin glanced at him, "Just kidding. I'm very tempted by the performance of the Les Miserables next month. The [-]th anniversary world tour is very rare. It's a pity that it collides with a concert that our group will schedule next month, and the tickets are already sold out."

"Your group actually collided with such a famous musical?" Chen Songmao asked curiously.The Galaxy Chamber Orchestra is also quite well-known, but it may still be a little lacking in confidence to hit the time with such a famous performance.

"It's not a complete collision." Ning Siqin smiled, "It was a commercial performance, just in the next week of the musical, just in time for extra rehearsal. At that time, I had another private job, and I was going to record , so the schedule will be very tight, if you don’t get a ticket, forget it.”

Even though he said that, he still had a slightly regretful look on his face.Chen Songmao asked: "Do you like Les Miserables very much?"

"I like its musicals, and I have seen them in England before." Ning Siqin said.Chen Songmao nodded and sent him out.

Two days later, he sent Ning Siqin a WeChat message: [Tickets for the Les Miserables musical on the 9th of next month, in the middle, if the original price is offered, do you want it? 】

Ning Siqin gave him a shocked expression after a while: 【How did you get it? ! 】

[I bought it with Zhao Su before. He has never liked the form of musicals. He originally wanted to cultivate his goodwill.I discussed it with him earlier, and he agreed to give you what you want. 】

[Let me struggle for half an hour! ! 】

After Ning Siqin sent such a message, nothing happened.Chen Songmao thought it was very cute, and couldn't help smiling. Zhao Su, who was sitting beside him, immediately caught it keenly: "He agreed?"

"No, he said that he would struggle with it." Chen Songmao said, pressing the screen of the phone to black out quickly.Zhao Su failed to snatch it, and sat back disappointed. "You two still hit it off?"

"...How should I put it." Chen Songmao thought for a while, "I feel like I keep finding that he is different from what I expected, but every time I find this difference, it makes me like him more."

"My dog's eyes are going to go blind." Zhao Su howled and covered his eyes.Chen Songmao smiled and glanced at his phone. Ning Siqin hadn't replied yet.

It took Ning Siqin a whole half an hour to reply to him: 【Yes!How do I pay him? 】

[Just call me, and I'll forward it to him.Alipay is a mobile phone number. 】Chen Songmao quoted the original price to him, and by the way, found the address of the online ticket sales at that time, used the snapshot function of the search engine to capture the price list, and attached it.The money came soon, and Chen Songmao transferred the money to Zhao Su and said, "Give me the ticket."

Zhao Su patted him the ticket that he had already held in his hand: "Okay, okay, get out, get out, you have a sour smell of love."

The author has something to say: [Musical] Les Miserables [-]th Anniversary Concert (Chinese and English subtitles)

If you are going to go out for about a week, you will be in a semi-disconnected state, so put the chapters in the manuscript box in advance.This chapter is also a manuscript box.I hope that there won't be a situation where the manuscript can't be sent out again...

(Although it seems that no one read it when it was sent out)