3:45 p.m. Paris time.

National Conservatory of Music.

As one of Europe's oldest top music schools, this quaint and solemn school has always been relatively quiet.

In addition to the annual admissions season.

A square building that looks like a giant dark chocolate cake from a distance.

The entire wall of the sun side is made of twenty-five pieces of glass, through which you can see that people are walking back and forth in the corridors on each floor.

Third floor.

On a bench at the entrance of a classroom, a young girl in a white dress was sitting upright.

People who come and go can't help but look sideways, attracted by her quiet and cold temperament.

However, she ignored these glances, and just quietly looked at the sheet music in her hand.

Five minutes later.

As the classroom door opened, an Asian boy walked out dejectedly.

She put away the sheet music, picked up the cloth bag next to her, and got up and walked into the classroom.

The empty classroom was filled with just four judges seated in a row and a black Steinway grand piano.

"No. 16 re-examination candidate, Duan Ran. ”

Handing the admission ticket to the female judge on the left, she came to the piano and sat down.

Inhale and raise your hand, and the piano is struck.

Heavy chords sounded the intro and resounded throughout the classroom.

Chris's Variation No. 7.

Once again, it was played in the solemn theme of the Mass.

...

...

Mozart Music Society.

A European-style building less than a kilometre from the Conservatoire National de Paris.

In an office.

Riegel sat in front of his computer, and on the page was an email from the International Music Rights Center.

A simple title report, no publisher, no publisher.

The copyright of the work is still under review.

At the bottom of the report.

[Acceptor: Qin Jian]

After a few moments, he closed the mail.

Picked up the phone.

...

...

It was already past ten o'clock when Qin Jian left the café.

Before parting, I made an appointment with Ye Yi to accompany her to see the house at noon tomorrow.

Not long after returning to the house, he received a call from Duan Ran.

It's a bit noisy on the other end of the line.

"I'm done!"

"How's it going? ”

"It feels good, hehe, don't talk about it, it's going to be a written test soon!"

"Come on. ”

"Bye. ”

It seems that this girl did well in the exam.

Qin Jian was just about to throw away the phone, and then another video call came from the phone.

"Forget it!"

Looking at Ultraman Amy's avatar, he slapped his head sharply, forgetting all the German lessons in the evening because of what happened to Ye Yi.

...

"Good night, little elk~"

On the other end of the video call, Amy stretched her waist, and a good white shirt was deformed by her.

What a murderous scene.

As if to avoid the cruel scene, Qin Jian shifted his gaze, "Gute Nacht, Amy." ”

"Correct usage. Amy waved at the camera and turned off the video.

Nothing was said all night.

...

The next afternoon, with Qin Jian's reference, Ye Yi rented a small two-bedroom house in Building 20 next door to his residence.

Although the furniture is old, but fortunately, the bathroom and kitchen are very clean.

The landlord was a kind old couple who seemed to be more kind, which made Qin Jian's heart feel a little more steady.

After signing the contract, he helped move again.

The two sisters don't actually have anything, just some clothes and bedding.

There is also a litter box for the keys.

In the process of moving, Ye Yi knew that Qin Jian had always lived here.

This made Ye Taotao very happy.

"Uncle, can Taotao go to play with you often?"

"Of course. ”

By the time the new home was all cleaned up, it was already approaching the evening self-study.

The three of them simply had a meal at the gate of the community, Ye Yi went to school, and Qin Jian sent Ye Taotao home and went back.

....

The day after Ye Yi moved over coincided with the weekend, and Bol was resting.

In the evening, Ye Yi cooked a table of good dishes, thank you Qin Jian.

The two sisters settled down like this.

Qin Jian's life was not affected by this, and his life was like this.

Practice the piano in class, practice the piano and practice the car, practice the piano and sleep.

...

Early one morning.

A practice point at Tenghua Driving School.

Qin Jian completed a beautiful transfer and walked down from the car in style.

Before he could return to the rest area, a familiar voice came.

"Yo, pianist. ”

Qin Jian looked over, and Lin Zihui was looking at himself with a smile.

"Long time no see. Qin Jian stepped forward and said hello, "You also take the driver's license?"

Lin Zihui gave it with a big eye, "Otherwise, I stayed up here for a long time in the morning under the sun, and I got a tan in just two days." ”

Qin Jian looked at Lin Zihui up and down, and commented: "It's indeed a lot darker than before." ”

"You!" Lin Zihui almost didn't come up in one breath, and then his voice changed, "You big liar didn't call me after the exam, and said that you would take me to the tattoo parlor after the college entrance examination." ”

Qin Jian remembered the last time he ate, and smiled awkwardly: "It's not a volunteer that hasn't been filled in yet." ”

"Hmph, no, I'm not going to get a tattoo. Lin Zihui snorted coldly.

"Good idea. Qin Jian was a thumbs up.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and the two talked a lot.

"Where are you going?" asked Lin Zihui.

"It's not decided yet, let's choose one of the two of Huaguo Yuan and Haiyuan. ”

With the registration of the upcoming art class in advance, Qin Jian's heart is still swaying from side to side.

"You're not going abroad?" Lin Zihui said unexpectedly, "I heard from my grandfather that you might go to Vienna." ”

Qin Jian nodded, "The original plan was like this, but there were some changes in the plan halfway. ”

"Oh," Lin Zihui sighed, "The two schools you picked are the top in the country, so what's the hesitation." ”

"Besides, it's not the same at your level. ”

"It's really different," Qin Jian pondered for a moment and said, "I don't plan to go to the chart." ”

"Don't want to perform music?" Lin Zihui frowned, in her heart, even if Qin Jian didn't go abroad, she should be studying piano performance if she stayed in China, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Musicology. ”

"Musicology?" Lin Zihui was even more surprised, "Why?"

Qin Jian smiled and didn't say much, "I want to know more about the broad content." ”

Although Lin Zihui didn't understand what Qin Jian's so-called broad content was, she still nodded.

Moment.

"Actually, you can discuss this with my grandfather. ”

"Dean Lin?"

"Well," Lin Zihui nodded, "He graduated from the Department of Musicology of Huaguo Conservatory of Music." ”

Qin Jian looked at Lin Zihui in surprise when he heard this, he really didn't expect that in this case, it was really necessary to ask the old man in person.

"Do you have anything to do at noon?" Lin Zihui asked, "If it's okay, go home with me for lunch, I'll call grandpa, more pairs of chopsticks, just you can ask him." ”

"Huh?"

Is it so direct? I have to say that Lin Zihui's proposal made him very excited, but, "It's not convenient, right?"

"What's inconvenient about this, it's just me and grandpa at home, you can be lively today when you come." ”

"Are your parents not at home?"

"They have been working abroad and my grandma left when I was 6 years old. ”

Lin Zihui raised his chin after speaking, "How is it? ”

"Enough. Qin Jian sighed.

Just then, a rough voice came

"Lin Zihui!"

...

"Then it's decided, come with me at noon. Lin Zihui got up and put the white handbag pressed on his lap and put it on the chair, "Help me look at the bag." ”

As he spoke, he trotted towards the coach.

Looking at Lin Zihui's back, Qin Jian nodded secretly.

I have a good impression of this bold and honest girl.

"He's a good brother. ”