During this period of studying with the three teachers, from the old bartender and the old Assad, Qin Jian occasionally felt a kind of dazzling that was different from the shining, a kind of alternative dazzling that he had never felt in Shen Liao and the others.

Qin Jian knew that it was the essence of the two old men's musical lives, and he understood that this kind of thing took time and experience.

Therefore, the progress bar of the content of the third chapter of Chopin's hand formula has already reached 100%, but he still has not unlocked the following content, and he really can't imagine what the rest of the content will bring him in the short term.

He agrees with the elder Assad: Chopin was one of the most difficult composers of the Romantic period, and unlike Bach's calculating mastery, Chopin's music was for solitary meditation and could be varied.

He felt that it was enough to follow his train of thought, and that what needed to be precipitated was something that 10,000 spaces could not provide.

Of course, he doesn't have 50,000 worship points to open the next chapter.

...

In the afternoon, the old bartender drove his classic car back to the courtyard, and Qin Jian, who had been tired for a day, got up and closed the small brown piano lid when he heard the horn of the car.

He wasn't going to continue today, it was supposed to be his day off.

At dinner, a few people gathered together to share the delicious dried fish that Liao Linjun brought back from the market, the red wine of the old bartender, and the soup tea cooked by old Assad.

Ido looks in good shape, and it seems that going out for a round today is still working.

"Cheers. ”

During the meal, Qin Jian took the initiative to stretch out the cup of friendship, and although Ido was still stammering and didn't know what he was muttering when he clinked glasses with him, he still raised his head and drank the drink in his hand after clinking glasses.

Everything looks normal.

Before dinner was over, when everyone was still having the final tea talk, Qin Jian couldn't stand up.

"Good night teachers, I can't do it anymore, see you tomorrow morning. ”

Back in the hut, Qin Jian sent a voice message to Xiaopang Duan: "If I haven't moved by this time tomorrow, just say that I'm still sleeping, good night and good night." ”

Then he fell back on the bed and never moved again.

Sleep in seconds.

...

A one-night duet, snoring + the sound of the sea breeze outside the window.

...

This night, Qin Jian slept in the dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he thought it was already afternoon, and when he picked up his phone, he saw that it was only 9 o'clock.

But that's it, he can be regarded as sleeping at the right time.

opened WeChat and glanced at the message, and replied to Duan Ran with a "good morning, little fat man" and then got up.

"Ah~"

A comfortable moan was accompanied by a stretch in place as he got out of bed.

"It's a good feeling to be in good spirits. ”

Wash, go out, forage for food.

On the way to the cafeteria, Qin Jian met the hostess of the old Harlem family and greeted, "Morning, Mrs. Harlem." ”

The kind old man responded to Qin Jian's politeness with a smile that he stopped.

Qin Jian came to the cafeteria and asked for a bowl of hot milk and a piece of coarse grain beet cake.

While eating, he took out a notebook and pen from his bag and scratched it out.

For the time being, the third stage of the passage is followed by the fourth stage, although he can be said to have a good understanding of the piano, and he has full confidence in his own voice and Chopin's voice, but the question of how the audience perceives his performance needs to be further studied.

The fourth question raised by Liao Linjun, which is also the fourth stage of Qin Jian, is 'What is the sound that the audience hears?'

At this stage, there is no longer a closed self-practice, he has to find an audience.

On the question of how to find an audience and what kind of audience to find, he had a good idea yesterday.

He planned to take advantage of the old bartender's prestige and fame in the town for a small Chopin piano recital. Lele Literature

It's just a concert, not a concert.

It's a bit of a luxury to say it's a concert, because there's no bigger place in the town except for a church that can seat more than 50 people.

Lounge?

Forget it.

Although Qin Jian hadn't mentioned this matter to the old bartender yet, he felt that it was just a matter of opening his own mouth.

The most important thing at the moment is the repertoire of the concert.

"If you divide the two halves, follow the half-time of 30 minutes, which means that you should prepare an hour's repertoire, counting the encores and the interval between the repertoire..."

Qin Jian was eating and writing here, not even noticing that Liao Linjun had already sat down at his table with breakfast.

Liao Linjun: "What about sketching?"

"Sister Hayayashi-kun. "Qin Jian didn't look up," in the list of tracks. ”

"Tracklist?"

Liao Linjun wrote a question mark on his face.

...

After listening to Qin Jian's thoughts, Liao Linjun agreed, "Let's go to St. Ann's Church, you list the repertoire and send me a copy." ”

After breakfast, Qin Jian went directly to the factory and found the old bartender who was tuning the strings, and the old bartender listened to this and responded: "I think it's best to tell me in advance in the afternoon, you set a time to tell me in advance." ”

In this way, a piano recital belonging to Qin Jian was finalized.

Followed by.

The next day, word broke out that a mysterious recital was about to be staged in the town's church.

This is big news for the town.

The news actually came out of the lounge, and the reason was that the old bartender stayed there that night, and everyone in the piano room also said that they would definitely go there when they learned the news.

After some thought, Qin Jian also decided on the date of the concert - 14:30 pm on August 5.

Because August 6th is Duan Ran's birthday, although the two said that they would not toss back and forth, Qin Jian did not want to occupy this day.

In addition, on August 8th, he will go to the official event of the Bells Festival with the old bartender, and it is not certain when he will return, so August 5th is the best time.

That way, he could use the remaining two days to prepare the repertoire for the recital.

Synthesizing Chopin's three rounds of repertoire, Qin Jian picked out some repertoire from each round.

At the beginning of the first half, he intends to play Ballade No. 1 + Etude Op25no1, Shepherd Boy Piccolo + Waltz in F major.

The second half is a complete second sonata.

If the applause is loud enough, his encore will play Chopin Nocturne.

It looks like a track list full of sincerity.

The two days passed quickly, Qin Jian was not idle in the past two days, even the counterpoint harmony class was stopped, in addition to busy preparing the repertoire, accompanied by the old bartender, the two of them posted concert posters around the town.

To say that this poster is like a small advertisement, and there is no photo on it, not to say, even the introduction is a sentence in Norwegian.

But seeing that this was written by the old bartender himself, Qin Jian endured it.

On the evening of August 4, an old man and a young man put up the last advertisement on the lamppost.

"Go for a drink or two, Jian?"

"Uncle, I'm in for a treat. ”

The two walked in the direction of the lounge in a dashing manner, leaving only the lamppost behind them.

The lamppost is accompanied by a small advertisement, and it is not alone.

Under the street lamp, the scribbled letters on the small advertisements are a little cute.

Norwegian – 'On August 5th, at 14:30 p.m., there will be a piano recital at St. Ann's Church that does not require an entrance ticket at all by my nephew, you are welcome to Daniel Porter'