Back in the dormitory in the evening, Qin Jian called He Jing and asked the other party about the results of today's semi-finals, He Jing told him that he hadn't yet, and that he would wait until tomorrow, and said that he would inform him as soon as he came out.

After that, the sisters and brothers chatted about something else, talked about Cf7, talked about Shishijing Shinyuki, and talked about visiting Old Man Fu tonight.

In the end, Qin Jian told He Jing that he was going to Norway, and explained the conversation with Shen Qingci to the other party, He Jing told Qin Jian a few more words about this matter, and with Liao Linjun there, she was not worried.

Qin Jian had just hung up the phone here, and Wang Xiaoliang came out from under the bed curtain and looked at him, "You're leaving again?"

Wang Xiaoliang's question also represented the other two, and the three of them looked at him together.

"Well, it's time to go again. Qin Jian looked at the three of them, "I guess we have to get a while." ”

The three of them are also accustomed to this, Chen Tangjie: "Don't worry, there are us here." ”

Qin Jian smiled, "There's nothing to worry about here, everyone has to practice their majors this semester, and the task of the club this year is still very heavy." ”

"When are you leaving?" Zheng Feng asked.

"The ticket hasn't been decided yet," Qin Jian thought for a moment, "but it should be before June 5th." ”

Zheng Feng: "Have a meal on the weekend. ”

Chen Tangjie added, "I have to eat, we haven't been together in the dormitory for a long time." ”

The weekend dinner was agreed, and after chatting for a while, they all rested one after another.

There is less than a month left in the music competition of the orchestra department, and the orchestral staff in the dormitory are also busy practicing their majors every day.

...

The night passes and the day rises.

The graceful figure of the June girl is getting closer and closer to the world.

Early in the morning, he could feel the stuffiness in the house, Qin Jian got up, washed his hair, hung up his beard, changed into dry clothes and set off.

He thought that the early morning of the old man should be different from the early morning of the modern young man.

Following Shen Qingci's suggestion last night, Qin Jian first went to the first meal to buy a bowl of bean juice, and then went to the second meal to buy a cage of meat buns.

This was brought to Old Man Fu, who drank a bowl of millet porridge by himself.

Carrying the bean juice buns, he came to Old Man Fu's house.

When I was eating chicken last night, Qin Jian found out that the old man had good teeth, and his complexion was really good during the day today, not at all like the old man Shen Qingci said was not in good health.

"Don't sit with me. The old man took a bite of half a bun, "Go ahead, play it and listen to it." ”

Qin Jian had to go to the bathroom to wash his hands, and came back and sat down in front of the piano at the base of the wall.

Who can believe it, the private piano of the chairman of the dignified Chinese Musicians Association is just an old Xinghai.

To tell the truth, Qin Jian has never touched such an old antique.

When the lid is lifted, a smell of old wood comes out.

Qin Jian had a faint sense of expectation when he raised his hand, but reason told him that it was impossible, it was just an old-fashioned piano.

"Wow. ”

When the first B major song of No. 56 Mazurka sounded, Qin Jian put away all his thoughts, this was just a well-preserved old antique.

Smooth and full of rhyme, Qin Jian is like practicing alone in the piano room every morning.

From the first to the third, three songs are played in one go until the end.

After closing his hand, Qin Jian paused briefly, and then raised his hand again.

The first piece of Mazurka No. 41 began. Old friends Chinese network

Four songs in a row, completed again.

About twenty minutes passed.

Qin Jian withdrew his hand again, and at this time, the old man had already come behind him.

"The emotion is in place, the lines are delicately handled, and the technology is in place. ”

After Old Man Fu gave the first evaluation, Qin Jian didn't say anything, he knew that the old man's words were only halfway through.

Moment.

"Qin Jian, what is mazurka music. ”

Qin Jian then replied: "Mazurka is the most authentic Polish folk music. ”

Old Man Fu was very satisfied with this simple answer: "What is folk music?"

Qin Jian hesitated for a moment and continued to answer: "Music that reflects the life scenes of ordinary people and their emotional wishes. ”

Qin Jian's two answers can be said to be highly generalized from the textbook.

"That's right," Old Man Fu asked again, "Your performance and your answer are basically the same." ”

After getting this affirmation, Qin Jian felt a lot more at ease, but he always felt that the old man had something to say.

"I can see that you have spent a lot of time trying to figure out Polish folk music. ”

Old Man Fu's continued words were no less than affirmation again, but Qin Jian did a lot of homework for this below, and basically he studied every kind of national music in Poland in depth.

Both in terms of the overall rhythm and speed, his final two sets of mazurkas fully absorb the characteristics of Polish folk music.

Old Man Fu: "What kind of pleasure do you think Chopin pinned on the mazurka?"

The words 'family and country feelings' stuck in Qin Jian's throat to the side of his mouth, he thought about it again, and for a while he was unsure, he didn't want to answer questions for the sake of answering questions.

The four words of family and country feelings are too general, there is anger against the invaders, there is helplessness about the fall of the motherland, and there is also the sadness and bitterness of not being able to return home.

Recalling this trip to Warsaw, the scenes of Chopin turned page by page with his thoughts, and finally the picture was fixed on the tombstone in the Church of the Holy Cross, the heart that had been in exile for 96 years.

Long.

"Feel sorry for leaving home. ”

Qin Jian felt that this was his answer.

Old Man Fu appreciated this answer, or rather, it was the answer he wanted to hear, no matter what answer Qin Jian gave, he felt that it was correct, because everyone had their own understanding.

He has spoken to countless people about this question and heard a variety of answers.

So naturally, he also has his own answer.

"Come and sit. ”

Old Man Fu turned around and made a cup for Qin Jian, filled his teacup with some boiling water, and invited Qin Jian to sit opposite him.

In the living room, the grandfather and grandson had a feeling that they were about to play against each other.

Old Man Fu: "Qin Jian, do you like the poetry culture of Huaguo?"

Qin Jian said honestly: "I like it, but I don't read much." ”

Old Man Fu: "You just talked about Chopin's suffering from leaving his hometown, and the old man agrees with this, and in my opinion, hometown, old people, and thinking about old country are the eternal themes in our Chinese poetry. ”

Qin Jian thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

For a while, he thought of Hugh thinking about his homeland to the old people, and tried the new fire and new tea, and the Dongpo monks who took advantage of the age of poetry and wine, and also thought of persuading the wine to drink more wine, Wang Youcheng, who had nothing to do with the sunshine in the west, and the east wind in the small building last night, the old country could not bear to look back at the Southern Tang Dynasty queen in the moonlight...

Under these gorgeous words, there is a sentiment of Chinese people for thousands of years.