After seeing off Nikolai and Jima, who was always curious and wanted to ask something, the studio was finally clean. After Wei Ran locked the rolling door, he immediately took off his expensive suit and changed back into comfortable and warm fleece pants.
After everything was tidied up, he picked up the appointment letter on the table. After looking at it secretly with pride, he placed it in the most conspicuous position on the bookshelf behind him, waiting for it to slowly ferment. , build a bright scholar identity for yourself.
Glancing at the guqin that was also placed on the bookshelf, Wei Ran carefully took it down and placed it on the long table, then gently plucked the strings like in a costume drama. .
However, when the expected beautiful sound reached the ears, it was indeed a series of dull and weak "puffing" sounds.
Is it playing incorrectly?
Wei Ran frowned and gently plucked one of the strings. There was no change at all. The movement was no different from pulling on a taut cotton string. This is no longer a question of whether he can play the piano, but whether he can play the piano.
Is it possible that I spent more than 20,000 dollars to buy a piece of rotten wood?
Wei Ran secretly scolded himself for being stupid. How can a poor guy buy a traditional Chinese musical instrument? It is no exaggeration to say that as far as the traditional Chinese art of chess, calligraphy, and painting is concerned, if you pick up any one of them and want to achieve results, it is probably not much easier than training a KGB. So even if this guy is a KGB elite, even if he seems to know a few off-key Chinese sentences, he still can't hide when he's being tricked.
But for this matter, he couldn’t go to Teacher Dalia or Karp to blame. After all, they helped with the front foot and then went to disrupt the situation with the back foot. He is not Polish, how could he do this? Stupid thing?
Just think of it as a loss...
Wei Ran looked at the guqin on the table and got more and more headache. This piece of broken wood worth 20,000 US dollars can be placed on the bookshelf. I was so tired of it that I would be even more of a fool to throw it away.
"How about we find another fool to take over and sell this piano at a high price?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned on the chandelier directly above the long table, and observed carefully After checking it for a while, I found that the seven strings on the piano seemed to be a little loose, and one of them might even break at any time, with only a little edge still attached.
Is it time to change the strings?
Wei Ran, who was a little disappointed just now, immediately became interested again. After some observation, he carefully turned the guqin over, and then noticed the resonance box opening (Longchi) at the back end. The word "you" is engraved on it.
But below this word, "jack·Freeman" was written in ugly red paint, as well as the words "Peiping·China/1935" on the second line.
"It's really an antique that's almost a hundred years old."
Wei Ran muttered, but gave up on his plan to tune the strings. Since this thingIt's an antique. When you return to China at the end of the year, you can ask someone about it. Maybe it can be sold for a big price. In this case, if it gets damaged by an amateur like myself, there is no place to buy regret medicine.
But just letting it go and teasing him made him feel itchy. After all, throwing away so much money, at least he had to listen to it. Besides, he didn't want to continue investing in learning musical instruments. .
To put it simply, use this broken wood if it can be used. If it cannot be used, just find a way to make it usable. Weiran would not allow something worth more than 20,000 US dollars to end up being just a "background to enhance one's artistic heritage."
After thinking about it, he simply took out his phone and called his aunt who was on a business trip recently.
"Why did you remember to call me?" Zhou Shujin on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a very good mood, and the smile in her tone could not be concealed.
Wei Ran asked directly, "Auntie, do you know anyone who can play the piano? Our Chinese guqin is not a piano."
"I think I know someone. Why do you ask this?" ?" Zhou Shujin asked curiously.
“I want to ask you something,” Wei Ran made an excuse.
"Wait a minute, I'll pass it on to you." Before Wei Ran could say anything else, Zhou Shujin simply hung up the phone, and then sent a string of phone numbers and a voice message via WeChat.
"This man's surname is Sui. He runs a supermarket in Volgograd. His daughter seems to know how to play the piano. She even asked me to bring him an instrument from China before. You can call and ask."
After listening to the voice, Wei Ran replied politely, and immediately took out the wooden box that came with the guqin from under the long table. After putting the piano in, he fastened the copper buckle on the lid and then dialed the number. I got the call from my aunt.
After some communication between the two parties, the supermarket owner surnamed Sui happily told Wei Ran his address, hung up the phone politely, and rummaged through the boxes in the studio to find a bottle of Alexei. The professor didn't know how long ago he had hidden a box of Chinese liquor. After wiping the dust off with a rag, he took the piano case and souvenirs and got into the off-road vehicle and drove to the address provided by the other party.
When he found his destination and stepped on the brakes, the gloomy sky was already filled with heavy snow again, and in the Huaxia supermarket on the roadside, a short and fat man was waving. The big broom is sweeping the snow in front of the door.
"Is it Uncle Sui?" Wei Ran lowered the window and asked politely.
"Are you Wei Ran?" The middle-aged man who was sweeping the snow quickly put the broom aside and greeted enthusiastically, "Come in!"
"This wine "Take your drink." Wei Ran opened the car door and handed the souvenir to the other party.
"Come on, what are you doing with this?" Uncle Sui declined.
"My foreign uncle has quit drinking, so you can help him drink, so that he won't think about it every day." Wei Ran joked, and then took out the huge wooden box.
"I won't be polite if you say that." Uncle Sui was also a happy person and put the wine boxWith his hand tucked under his arm, Wei Ran enthusiastically led Wei Ran into the supermarket.
This supermarket is not big, but the items inside are complete enough. Apart from other things, there are a wide variety of Chinese snacks, although the prices are slightly different from those in China, but the varieties are the same. As for those strolling around the snack area carrying baskets, in addition to three or five young people with Chinese faces, there were also many young people who were only junior high school students at most.
Under the leadership of Uncle Sui, Wei Ran climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Before entering, he heard various noises made by musical instruments coming from inside.
"My daughter has a musical instrument class." Uncle Sui opened the door as he spoke, and then he saw several men of different ages sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor in a serious manner, playing instruments in front of them.
In the window facing the door, a girl in a wheelchair was correcting everyone's mistakes in Russian in a gentle voice. On the long table in front of this chubby girl with a calm face, there was also a small basket filled with various Chinese snacks and a large bag of wet wipes.
Seeing the surprised look on Wei Ran's face, Uncle Sui said calmly, "My daughter Sui Xin has been in a wheelchair since she was born. She has been used to it for more than 20 years. "
"Uncle Sui misunderstood" Wei Ran, who reacted very quickly, pretended to be surprised and explained, "I am shocked, how can your daughter stand the smell of smelly feet and body odor in this room? "
His explanation immediately made Uncle Sui and his daughter laugh out loud, while the few idiots in the room who couldn't understand Chinese thought they were talking about something. Interesting thing, actually he also showed a silly smile.
"Sui Xin, this is your Aunt Zhou's nephew Wei Ran, asking you for help." After speaking, Uncle Sui pointed downstairs, "You guys talk first, I have to go downstairs and keep an eye on you. Supermarket."
Until Wei Ran said anything, Uncle Sui was already talking about buying an air purifier as he walked down the first floor.
"Let's rest for ten minutes first." Before Sui Xin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, finished speaking, those who were still giggling just now crowded around, each taking a bag of snacks from the basket, and then There was no trace of him running down the stairs.
It was only then that Sui Xin tore open a pack of spicy strips and asked while eating, "Do you want to learn a musical instrument?"
"I want you to help me take a look. "This guqin" Wei Ran patted the wooden box in his hand.
"Guqin?"
Sui Xin held half a spicy stick in her mouth and pointed to the table in front of her, "I mainly play Guzheng, but Guqin is also similar. Let me help you first. Let me move it aside!"
Wei Ran quickly put the wooden box aside when he heard this, carefully lifted the guzheng on the table and put it aside, and then picked up the box again and put it aside. Open it on the table.
"What's wrong with the piano?" Sui Xin asked while wiping her hands with a wet wipe.
"We can't talk about it, or I can't talk about it," Wei Ran said, reaching out and pulling out the strings, and a dull sound immediately sounded in the not-so-large classroom.Unpleasant sound.
"There is indeed a problem"
Sui Xin picked up a dry towel from the side of the wheelchair and wiped her hands and explained, "This piano uses silk strings and needs to be played frequently. Okay, but the sound is really not right. Bring me the red stationery box on the bookshelf."
Wei Ran did as he was told, but didn't wait for him to put the tool box down. On the table, Sui Xin turned the guqin over and asked in confusion, "Where did you get this guqin?"
"Any questions?" Wei Ran put down his writing case asked.
Sui Xin shook her head, reached out to open the box, took out a plastic bag and tore it open. At the same time, she kept explaining, "These are steel strings for guqin, which are better than silk strings. Let me try it after I replace it."
Under Wei Ran's attention, Sui Xin meticulously replaced the new strings. After a long period of debugging, her few strings were replaced. The students have also returned to the classroom, and they are all looking around to watch the excitement.
Sui Xin completed the adjustment as if there was no one around. As she gently plucked the strings, the sound of the piano that was much more pleasant than before came out.
"Teacher, can I learn this?" A Maozi aunt who looked to be in her forties asked, "It has far fewer strings than the one we are learning now, and the sound is also very nice. "
"It's not easy to learn," Sui Xin said perfunctorily, then frowned and turned the guqin over again, and murmured to herself in confusion, "Why is this qin called 'You'? "Word?"
"Is there a problem?" Wei Ran asked.
Sui Xin glanced at the surrounding students and said with a smile, "How about we finish today's class here first? I will add another class for you tomorrow morning and treat you to dinner tomorrow night." "Chinese hot pot."
When they heard that there was food, these students who didn't know whether they were here to learn piano or to satisfy their appetites immediately cheered. But judging from their curious looks, it was obvious that they were not ready to leave just like that.
Sui Xin shook her head helplessly and said to Wei Ran, "There are many problems with this piano. First of all, its tone is not right. I suspect there may be something stuffed in the belly of the piano. Secondly, Longchi and this The word 'you' is too far apart, so I guess there might be another word below these two lines, so do you want to take a risk?"