By the end of the concert, the heavy snow outside the concert hall had stopped.

On the way back to the manor, except for the slightly tired driver, the carload of people seemed particularly excited.

Everyone agreed that today's performance was a success, especially the scene at the end of Qin Jian's speech.

It's a lot of talk.

"Brother Key, are you really unable to play?" someone asked.

Qin Jian smiled: "Really." ”

Someone asked again: "Qin Jian, are all the things you talked about later true?"

Qin Jian smiled again, but this time he paused for a moment, "Part of it is true." ”

"Haha, then your ability to make up stories is too strong, sister, I believe it. ”

A carload of people laughed.

Qin Jian also laughed, but he tilted his head to the window and did not participate in everyone's topic anymore.

Half of the rest of the story is true, and the other half is not sure if it is true

But he plans to go back to the next morning.

Looking at the side face on the car window, Qin Jian suddenly thought of a question.

"Natsuki. He whispered.

Natsuki on the side put down his phone with a "hi" and turned his head to look at him.

Qin Jian: "Xia Shu, do I have an expression when I play the piano tonight?"

"Huh?" Natsuki thought for a moment, "Yes." ”

Then she thought again, "No. ”

Faced with such an answer, Qin Jian smiled, it doesn't matter if there is one.

"Thank you. Qin Jian waved his hand.

"Ah, you're welcome. Xia Shu didn't know what question he had just answered, and when he saw that Qin Jian didn't speak, he continued to look at his phone.

On the screen of her mobile phone, there is the chat page of the club group, and from the constantly scrolling screen, everyone is chatting enthusiastically.

Yes, the final exams for the classmates are over.

...

The car drove back to the manor, and all the people in Huaguoyuan got out of the car, but there was only one person missing.

"Where's Teacher Shen?"

After getting out of the car, Qin Jian found that Shen Qingci was not in the car just now, and he remembered that the other party was in the team before getting into the car.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they wanted to find the answer to this question.

So Qin Jian took out his mobile phone and dialed the other party's number-

"The phone you dialed is turned off. ”

...

However, at this moment, no one could have imagined that a pair of mature men and women were hugging each other on the bed of a hotel.

The hotel is not far away, just off the avenue from the main entrance of the Tchaikovsky Conservatory.

The pillow quilt fell to the ground in the room.

It doesn't matter if Xiao Biesheng's newlywed sentence is true or not, anyway, it depends on their appearance...

Ping-pong...

It's quite inside...

...

Two hours later.

"Shen Qingci, are you still okay?" panted female voice.

"Or... Forget it, it's going to be tomorrow..."The unconfident male voice.

"I don't care!"

Good night out.

...

...

On the fifth day of the concert schedule, Qin Jian got up early in the morning.

He had a good night's sleep yesterday.

The end of the concert gave him a sense of relaxation and gave him plenty of energy and time to enjoy the rest of the journey.

It's a journey, but I can't talk about it.

They all organized a go out early in the morning, but he didn't go along.

After taking a shower, I ran to the restaurant alone for breakfast, and then left the manor and took the subway to Chai Yuan.

When passing by the gate of the Chai Academy, he met several students of the Haishi Conservatory of Music.

The two groups said hello briefly.

"Don't forget to come and see the concert in the afternoon. An enthusiastic senior sister of Haiyuan reminded.

"Okay, okay. Qin Jian smiled and agreed, "Definitely." ”

Even if the other party doesn't say that he will definitely come in the afternoon, the brother college is on the one hand, and on the other hand, even if he is facing He Jing, he has to go to this field.

Seeing a few people enter the gate, Qin Jian continued to walk forward, and at the corner of the wall, he turned to the back street of the academy.

In the morning, the backstreets are already bustling with all kinds of shops.

【Haosen Piano Store】

The gaze is locked in a corner.

This is Qin Jian's destination this morning

He was still thinking about the German-speaking Jewish boss last night.

Crossing the road in high spirits, Qin Jian walked into the small wooden door of the piano room.

As soon as he entered, he smelled the familiar smell of toasted bread again, but there was no voice to greet him today.

Qin Jian looked around, the rows of instruments were still quietly arranged, and the old rattan chair was still there next to the piano he had played.

It's just that the old man is missing from the wicker chair.

"Is this the old man who hasn't gotten up yet?" he said to himself, the first few times he had been here was in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound from under the counter on the left side of the piano shop.

Qin Jian looked over, a guy was standing up from behind the counter, Qin Jian knew that he, a small worker from St. Petersburg, had curly hair and a pair of brown pupils, he had been working in this shop for six years, but he was actually a little younger than himself.

Look at the other party's appearance, he should have been busy with something just now.

“hi。 Qin Jian stopped and took the initiative to say hello to the other party.

Seeing Qin Jian's face, the little worker was overjoyed, and directly put down the tools in his hand, and wiped his hands on his trouser legs while getting out of the counter.

When he walked up to Qin Jian, he took out a note from his pocket, handed it to the other party, and then said, "Skhausen."

Qin Jian took the note knowingly and looked down.

On the note was three lines of German handwriting.

'Congratulations, last night's story was wonderful. ’

But I have to go. ’

'Ivanovka, 34 Balt Street. ’

After Qin Jian saw it, he smiled lightly.

...

Qin Jian spent the whole morning in front of the piano by the rattan chair, he did not play Rach or Chopin, and he did not even practice the basic exercises.

He plays whatever is on the piano's music stand.

Russian folk tunes, Mendelssohn's sketches, Scarlatti's night songs...

I can hear that his piano sounds very pleasant today.

Although Skhaus's farewell made him feel a little regretful, the note left by the other party filled with this regret.

Even this note full of ritual seems to sublimate this year-end friendship in Qin Jian's heart, which is only four days old.

It made him wonderful.

It gives him the feeling that the story has just begun, like the story of Rach told to him.

Ivanovka, as Rakh's homeland, was originally a place that Qin Jian was determined to see.

And now it seems that I have to go, and maybe I can live for a while.

Although this trip could not be realized.

...

"What kind of place would 34 Battle Avenue be?"

...

Like the literature of the Garden Bookstore, No. 34 Street has obviously become another harvest and expectation of Qin Jian's trip.

And that's not all.

At noon, Qin Jian waved goodbye to his buddies and left after receiving a call from Shen Qingci.

When he left the piano shop and came to the restaurant agreed with the other party, Qin Jian felt that he had found the mystery of Shen Qingci's disappearance last night. ’

At the same time, he did see a figure that he didn't expect.

"Sister Lin Jun?!"