No matter what the old bartender was fired from the school in the end, it would not affect the piano literature that was already in Qin Jian's backpack at this time, and it was foreseeable that as long as Qin Jian didn't take the initiative to return it, he could still hold this book for 18 months.

But he hoped that nothing would happen when he went to return the book.

"You don't have to worry about it," the old bartender gave Qin Jian a bad idea, "You can leave the book as a souvenir." ”

Qin Jian could only smile helplessly at this, he knew that the old bartender was joking with himself.

"This book is of no use to the technical development of the current Russian piano school, and no one in Moscow wants to continue to study such things, and the Russian piano is already looking in a new direction. ”

Although Lao Jiu's words were a little ruthless, Qin Jian had already discovered this problem when he translated it in the middle, but he still wanted to understand this development process in a holistic way.

As mentioned in the space, academic judgment of any period will not lose its historical value to this day.

A discussion of classical scholarship unfolds in the middle of this afternoon in the green mountains of modern railway tracks.

The old and the young have their own opinions, and no one has made concessions.

There is no company of oysters and girls, and there is no philosophy of life.

The two professionals went their separate ways, and neither of them would back down.

From the development of the four major schools of the Russian piano to their birth, from the piano twins of the Romantic period to the twelve disciples of Czerny.

In the end, Qin Jian admitted that he had no words, and his knowledge reserves could indeed not keep up with the old bartender.

The Twelve Disciples of Czerny were a completely new term to Qin Jian, and he was sure he had never heard of them.

"The Twelve Disciples of Czerny?" he asked suspiciously, like a student who was listening carefully to ask his own question, and instantly put the heated argument behind him, "His twelve?"

The old bartender smiled, "You've lost, Jian!"

Qin Jian's brows couldn't help jumping: ......

"Let's talk about that," the old bartender looked out the window, Bergen station was about to arrive, "we need to pack up and get ready to get off." ”

Said to be packing, Qin Jian only had a backpack and a suitcase.

In addition, there were not many people who got off the train in this battle, and the two people walked out of the station quickly.

It's like two tourists, especially the old bartender in a floral shirt and big sunglasses.

Bergen, the capital of the Norwegian county of Hodaland.

As Norway's second largest city and the largest port on the west coast of Norway, it is located on the steep fjord line of the west coast of Norway, leaning on the harbour and seven hills, facing the Biwan Bay and the Atlantic Ocean.

It is a beautiful harbor city.

Blue sky, clear water, red tiles and white walls, such a scenery Qin Jian still saw when he traveled to Qingshi in his memory.

From a distance, you can see the Aoyama cable car ropeway, and up close, there are one-story wooden houses with sharp corners everywhere, like the architectural color of a fairy tale garden.

Sitting in the old bartender's open-top grandfather's car, Qin Jian's eyes were almost exhausted, and he had to say that he liked Bergen more than Oslo.

After about ten minutes of driving, the street became more and more modern.

The modern appearance of Norway's second largest city is gradually showing in front of Qin Jian.

The old bartender parked his car outside the door of a large market, and it looked like a seafood hypermarket, Qin Jian was not sure what else was inside, but judging from the many tourists who came in and out, this should also be one of Bergen's attractions.

"Wait for me for a moment. ”

The old bartender walked into the hypermarket, Qin Jian looked at the car, and continued to look at it by the way.

There is a table and chair in the open space about 20 meters in front of the store, and many people are seated.

There are people chatting who look like locals, people drinking coffee and reading books, and many tourists who stop and rest here dressed up.

After a while, Old Bert came back with a large paper bag.

Qin Jian was curious.

Old Potter shook the paper bag in his hand and smiled happily, "We can have a cod dinner tonight." ”

As soon as he heard the word "big meal", Qin Jian was afraid for a while.

Yesterday I had a grilled seafood dinner, but I was almost arranged in the evening, and he didn't believe that the old guy arranged for himself was also two *** langs.

The car started again and headed deeper into the city.

At the last minute before dusk, the car stopped in a northern town at the foot of a mountain.

Although this is the old bartender's mouth, in Qin Jian's opinion, this is clearly a large resort homestay tourist area, and Qin Jian also saw a beach and shallow sea on the way here just now.

This small place by the mountains and the sea is really beautiful, a bit unusual.

Breathing in the fresh air, Qin Jian was a little envious of the aborigines here for a while.

What Qin Jian didn't expect was that the old bartender seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and the locals seemed to be very familiar with the old bartender.

Walking into the town, anyone who sees an old bartender along the way will say hello to him.

Young and old.

Powerful young men, girls sitting in front of the village tavern, from seventy old women to amblyopic boys with candy in hand.

"Uncle, it seems that you are very popular here. ”

"They, like you, like me. ”

“....”

Qin Jian was also baptized by the gaze of these people, but as an outsider, he just returned the gaze of others with a smile in a very low-key manner.

Soon.

The two walked to the door of a large wooden fence, and Qin Jian didn't know what was written on the big sign above their heads.

But vaguely he could already feel the sound of strings in the air.

"Welcome to my home. ”

The old bartender hugged the paper bag, turned his head to look at Qin Jian's formal introduction, "Porter's ancient piano factory!"

Uncle Potter's home?

Piano factory?

Cloak piano?

The gate creaked open, and an Asian female face dressed in local attire stepped out of the gate.

The woman looked at the old and the young outside the door and pushed the frame.

"Can any of you explain why you're 17 hours late?"

Her questions weren't mean, and it didn't sound like she cared about the outcome, more like she was a little upset with the wait for most of the day.

"Uh," the old bartender paused and looked at the woman, "Lin, Jian wanted to visit Grieg's memorial on the first day, so we delayed it for the night. ”

The woman looked at Qin Jian, "Then how do you feel about visiting?"

Qin Jian swallowed his throat and looked at the old bartender, who also looked at him with a smile.

"Very nice. Qin Jian retracted his gaze and looked like a woman again, "I have heard a lot of stories and benefited a lot." ”

The woman smiled, and was just about to say something, when a figure walked out of the courtyard gate again.

Qin Jian looked over.

Suddenly, the question mark in capital letters in his eyes rose again.

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