After Qin Jian left, Shen Qingci called Liao Linjun.

The call was quickly connected, and the environment on the other side was a little noisy.

Liao Linjun: "Class?"

Shen Qingci: "Well, he just left." ”

Liao Linjun's side quieted down, it sounded like he had gone to a place where no one was, "How is it, is the tune set?"

Shen Qingci: "No, I listened to his funeral march today, and the decoration was too powerful, I asked him to go back and find out how he felt." ”

Moment.

Liao Linjun: "You said him?"

Shen Qingci smiled: "No, it's just to point out some problems to him, and see how he feels in the next class." ”

"It's a bit of a problem with this piece, you know, and I want him to pick number three. ”

Liao Linjun: "Is he under a lot of pressure?"

Shen Qingci thought for a while, "It feels okay, but I can see that he has been a little impetuous recently." ”

Liao Linjun: "Why don't you let him go, don't practice Chopin recently?"

Shen Qingci: "No, there is not much time, and Mazurka has not yet been decided." ”

Liao Linjun: "Then when are you going to let him come to me?"

Shen Qingci: "Next month, when the repertoire is submitted, I plan to let him meet the old dean." ”

Liao Linjun: "Got it." ”

Shen Qingci: "Okay, you continue to be busy, call me when you're done." ”

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingci came to the piano and sat down.

In a moment, he played the funeral march.

Listen carefully, the same chord is indeed completely different from what Qin Jian plays.

...

Early the next morning, Qin Jian rarely didn't go directly to the piano room.

I had breakfast with three roommates, followed by a music analysis class.

After class, he went to the piano room, and when he came out of the teaching building, he met Natsuki, who was also going to practice.

The two said hello and walked together in the direction of the piano building.

"Senior brother, is your repertoire set for the competition?"

On the way, Natsuki asked Qin Jian.

Qin Jian shook his head: "Not yet, what about you?"

Natsuki sighed: "Hey." ”

Seeing this, Qin Jian said: "What?"

Xia Shu pursed his lips and complained a little dejectedly: "I'm very worried, I don't know which narrative song to choose, I want to play the second ballade, but Mr. Shen said that my fourth ballade is better, I also asked Mr. Shijing, Mr. Shijing said that he liked the first ballade I played, but he asked me to listen to Mr. Shen's, so I was broken~"

Qin Jian was speechless, he didn't expect Xia Shu's situation to be more complicated than himself, it seems that everyone is not having a good time in this song selection link.

Smiling, he comforted: "Don't worry, I estimate that many players will encounter such a situation, there are still twenty days, and there is still time." ”

"Yes, that's all. Xia Shu sighed, "Senior brother, what's not going well?"

Qin Jian: "The sonata hasn't been chosen yet." ”

After a moment, he continued, "Hey Natsuki, which one did you choose for your sonata?" ”

"B flat minor. Speaking of the sonata, Natsuki's voice sounded a little more energetic, "The sonata was set before I received the email, and I was still talking to Mr. Shijing on the phone that if I can make it to the third round, I must play this sonata, and Mr. Shen also passed it!"

Qin Jian could understand Natsuki's mood, just like he wanted to play the shepherd boy piccolo in the first round, it was a kind of urgency, Qin Jian didn't ask Natsuki if he liked this sonata, he knew that this urgency had exceeded the degree of liking.

"Come on, Natsuki. Qin Jian encouraged, "You have to believe that you can make it to the third round." ”

Natsuki smiled, "Well, I'll try, but you might be defeated by me then." ”

"Haha. After chatting with Xia Shu all the way, Qin Jian felt that his state was much better, and even the messy melodies intertwined in the corridor sounded full of vitality.

At the door of the 206 piano room, the two are going to separate.

Qin Jian stopped and looked at Xia Shu: "Then see you on the field." ”

Natsuki nodded seriously, as if accepting the battle letter.

"Come on. ”

"Come on. ”

A moment later, with two cheers, there were no more young figures on the second floor.

They each went to their own piano room and began a new day's work.

In the same direction.

...

Paris time.

5 a.m.

In the apartment of the Conservatoire National de Paris, Duan Ran saw the information that Qin Jian had arrived in the piano room as soon as he opened his eyes.

Smile gently.

Duan: Good morning~

Then I crossed out a few messages above.

Duan: Today, I know that I went to class, and the teacher was surprised

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Duan Ran got up from the bed with a sigh.

After a brief wash, she quietly left the apartment with a bag of bread and a cloth bag.

Stepping on the gray sky, she also came to the independent piano room.

Originally, the piano room would not open until three hours later, but Riegel gave her a small privilege before leading her away, or rather, the privilege that every student who was going to give a special concert.

When he came to the piano room, Duan Ran didn't practice for the first time.

She took out her little notebook and planned to decide on the repertoire for the main competition, so that she could prepare for the special concert in June with peace of mind for the rest of the time.

Before the primaries, she and Rigel basically drew up the framework for the three rounds of the main competition, and there was some contention about the choice of polonaise for the second round.

Riggle's suggestion was to hope that Duan Ran could choose OP53, but Duan Ran Zhi wanted to choose OP44.

It's been a few months, and now Duan Ran has been successfully shortlisted for the 80-person list, and there are only less than twenty days left before the deadline for submitting the main competition tracks, Riegel called Duan Ran the day before yesterday and asked her if she had changed her mind, Duan Ran bluntly said that she wanted to play op44, Riegel didn't say anything more on the repertoire issue, just encouraged her to prepare well.

So at this moment, Duan Ran didn't have any worries, and within 10 minutes of writing and painting, she listed all the tracks.

Looking at the neat rounds of the competition and the track numbers in front of her, she took a picture of Qin Jian and sent it over.

Duan: Hee-hee, I'm going to start practicing!

Duan: I miss you

I have to say that Duan Ran is indeed decisive in this kind of thing.

The piano room is soon filled with a large coherent wave of tones, the tones are full of dissonant colors, and then a series of rapid progressive streams of scales bring the work into a surging atmosphere.

As if to wake up the last dawn in a vibrating way.

etudesd'executiontranscendanteNo.4enremineur'Mazeppa'

Matierpa.

The opening repertoire of Duan Ran's special concert in June.

...

Four hours later.

17:36 p.m. Yenching time.

Qin Jian finished today's first phase of practice, and he still couldn't find a feeling for the B-flat minor sonata, but after following Shen Qingci's suggestion, Qin Jian could obviously feel that the overall effect of the whole piece by looking at each voice separately was a little closer than before.

During the break, he picked up his phone.

Looking at the track list sent by Duan Ran, Qin Jian smacked his lips.

"This girl never plays according to the routine when it comes to the selection of key repertoire in the competition. ”

Looking at the op44 polonaise in the second round and the first sonata in the third round, Qin Jian was a little upset.

"Riegel must be very good too. ”

Let it go: I feel sorry for Mr. Rigel