The bold 'laughing at your good looks' sounded in an inappropriate context.

Like a bright major melody, a chord stutter jumps to a lingering minor key.

Caught off guard.

But imagine when Chopin's nocturne sounded in a noisy late-night bar, who could say he had no audience?

The most important part of this is that someone is willing to play.

Some people are willing to play, and some people are willing to listen.

Someone is willing to say, someone is willing to believe.

Duan Ran, she believed Qin Jian's words again.

So at this time she was a little flustered.

I have been held by you, and I have been embraced by you, but I have never found the slightest trace of 'that kind of words' in your active words.

The 'kind of words' that the lover's eyes look forward to are naturally love words.

Duan Duan, who has no emotional experience, naturally has no experience in this area, and what experience can we expect from a little girl who grew up sleeping with a piano in her arms?

In a flash, the little girl has grown into a little woman.

But the sentence 'laughing at your good looks' is still a love word in her original cognition.

It was also the first time she heard that someone was standing in front of her and saying that she was good-looking.

So much so that the moment her brain was short-circuited, she threw all the secrets on the blank paper and the awkward atmosphere into the back of her mind.

Look at it from a different perspective.

This made Qin Jian breathe a sigh of relief for the time being, he was afraid that if Duan Ran continued to ask, it was estimated that he would explain everything.

In this way, the little abacus in his heart fell through.

But the straight man also has a fancy intestine, he wants to choose an appropriate time to double the surprise.

"Hey. ”

Qin Jian raised his hand and shook it in front of Duan Ran's eyes.

"Duan Ran?" he called again.

"Ahh With another soft response, Duan Ran's facial expression froze, and he subconsciously pinned his head to a strand of hair behind his ear, as if he wanted to hide a little panicked mental activity.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Jian had already re-loaded his bag.

Duan Ran shook his head and chuckled and grabbed Qin Jian's arm, "Let's go, what did you all talk about just now, it took so long." ”

As if nothing had just happened, the two men followed in Paul's footsteps.

"Baroque and tea. ”

"You still know tea?"

"I don't understand. ”

Qin Jian paused, "But I'll drink." ”

"Is it good?"

"Not good. ”

"Hahahaha-"

...

Taking pictures is a nuisance.

Especially the cover photo.

A CD cover that DG is going to distribute globally.

Throughout the filming process, Qin Jian felt like a doll at the mercy of others.

Leaving the piano, he admits that he is a little paralyzed.

...

After two painful hours, Lampard finally wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The portrait shoot is finally over.

As the photographer of DG Company, he is not famous in the industry, and for more than 30 years, he has shot countless top names for thousands of album covers released by DG Company.

Among them was the violin queen Müller, who conducted the emperor Karajan.

But never once was it so much of a headache for him as it was today.

Frank Lampard is a photographer and a music lover.

He has a working habit of listening carefully to the contents of a record before shooting a record cover for a musician, looking for inspiration from the music, so that the musician he focuses on has a sense of musical dynamism on the still album cover.

I have to say that Mozart in the master tape gives him a special sense of intimacy.

He was a native of Salzburg, and he heard the feeling of home from the young Chinese man he had never met.

It made him very excited.

When he met him in person, he was even more convinced.

From appearance to temperament, the other party hit his lens needs.

It's just that he thinks too much.

Fortunately, in the end, he still caught a very satisfying shot.

...

...

After an ok, Qin Jian moved his body, walked towards the photographer, and said in German: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Lampard waved his hand, "It's not over yet. As he spoke, he asked the staff to change the background of the shoot to a pure black matte black cloth.

Qin Jian looked at Paul suspiciously.

"Next is a close-up of the hand. Paul stretched out his hands to Qin Jian and said, "He said that the tattoo on your left hand is very camera-like." ”

All right.

Professional things will be handed over to professional people to do, Qin Jian continued to be a puppet, and a click sounded again and again.

He was relieved to let Frank Lampard photograph his left hand, which he had tried countless times without any number on the tattoo.

..

"Have you ever been to Salzburg?"

"Not yet, but there are plans to check it out. ”

"Good plan, but I'd suggest you'd better take a look in the near future. ”

Frank Lampard pressed the shutter button lightly and clicked, "Salzburg is hosting its annual country music festival, and you might even be able to catch the open house of Mozart's childhood home." ”

"Oh?"

The two of them chatted while shooting, and another hour passed.

Just when Qin Jian thought it was all over, Lampard didn't call a halt.

Under the gaze of all the staff, he walked around with his camera in his arms, looking a little restless.

He felt that something was missing.

He asked a staff member to find a light-colored silk scarf and wrapped it around Qin Jian's left hand, and after a moment under the camera, he felt dissatisfied.

Then the staff found a roll of medical gauze, and after the same audition, he was still not satisfied.

Moment.

His gaze suddenly locked on the gauze scarf around Duan Ran's neck.

"Can I borrow your scarf?"

Duan Ran understood what the other party meant, gently untied the scarf, and personally handed it over to Qin Jian's hands.

"Thank you. ”

Qin Jian wrapped the irregularly shaped gauze scarf around the back of his hand, and the black tattoo was faintly visible through the transparent white.

“stop。 ”

With Lampard's suddenness, Qin Jian retracted his right hand and did not dare to move.

The left hand wrapped in a white scarf is frozen in front of the black curtain.

"Click. ”

With a click of the end of work, Qin Jian's entire recording work in Hamburg this time was completely over.

Before leaving, Duan Ran wanted to ask Lampard for a few photos, but was politely refused.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'll send you the full set of photos when this album is released. ”

...

The recording work is fully over, but Qin Jian has a lot on his mind.

Now it's time to relax.

...

...

This is the first time in more than half a month, Qin Jian and Duan Ran have walked out of this street at the entrance of the DG headquarters for the first time.

On the street the next evening, the two held hands and walked towards the unknown street, and they didn't feel tired after walking all day.

Early this morning, he accompanied Duan Ran to several famous tourist attractions, and in the afternoon Duan Ran accompanied him to the Tongmason Memorial Museum in the south of Hamburg, which Paul told him.

After a trip, there were more mysteries in his mind.

It did not occur that long before Mozart, Bach was already the president of the Freemasons in Thuringia.

"Interesting. ”

The revival of the Baroque, Pelov's Pear Blossom, the Berliner Philharmoniker, Vaughn who loves tea, like Brahms's Sayevy, Paul, Aster, Lampard...

It was indeed an interesting journey.

...

Return to the hotel.

Qin Jian was finally reluctant to look at the information on his mobile phone, and looked at the 999+ information in the club group that directly extinguished his desire to click on it.

After thinking for a moment, he sowed Chen Tangjie's phone number

The other party was sleeping, "You're finally willing to give us a call." Then there was a creaking out of bed.

"I'm sorry. Qin Jian tightened the phone in his hand.

"How's it going, are you doing well in Germany?"

"I'm fine, what about the club, are you okay with the recent rehearsals?"

"Don't worry, everyone is working hard, it's just..."After a pause, Chen Tangjie's words stopped at the end of his mouth.

"What's wrong?

"It's nothing," Chen Tangjie sighed, "Everyone misses you very much, when will you come back?"

Qin Jian pondered for a moment and said apologetically, "I may have to wait a while." ”

"Okay, I know, you can rest assured, you don't have to worry about things here. ”

"Thank you for your hard work," Qin Jian wanted to ask another person, but the same words came to his lips and swallowed the same.

"I'm not working hard," Chen Tangjie said, "Come back as soon as you can." ”

hung up the phone hastily, as if another person appeared in front of him.

Qin Jian shook his head, left the room, and knocked on the door next door.

"What's next, do you want to play in Hamburg for a few days?" Qin Jian entered the room and sat under the windowsill, "Are you in a hurry at school?"

Duan Ran packed his luggage and didn't answer Qin Jian's question, "What about you?"

Moment.

"I'm not going to go back to my country and go straight to Salzburg. ”

Listen to the voice coming from behind you.

Duan Ran put down the black pajamas in his hand and turned around.

"Then I'll go too. ”

An undeniable tone.