Qin Jian did have a dream, perhaps because of the fatigue of the day, or because the cerebral cortex was still in a state of excitement before sleeping.

He had a long dream about music.

But there was no charming pair of sisters to perform a romantic piano and cello ensemble for him.

He dreamed of playing the piano again, but this time it wasn't him.

The dream is in a desert, with a vague back sitting in front of a green piano, playing Beethoven's Walstein sonatas

He wanted to see the player, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get half a step closer to the piano, and when he took a step forward, the piano would roll some distance.

He listened to the sound of the piano and followed it until his mouth was dry.

The yellow desert and the green piano, coupled with the surging piano music, are accompanied by the fiery red sun overhead.

It's an unusual picture.

It seemed that he had a dry mouth and felt exhausted, and he could no longer walk.

His feet were weak, and the moment he fell, his eyes suddenly went black.

...

As if stumbling on the bed, Qin Jian kicked his legs, and the vision in front of him became clear from a blur.

The yellowed ceiling replaces the endless desert, and the sound of shoveling snow outside the window replaces the sound of the piano.

Only the feeling of crying and dryness has not changed.

Licking his dry lips, Qin Jian sat up.

"Whew. ”

"This sleep. ”

The next second he was conscious, he hurriedly picked up his phone.

“...”

“12：37。 ”

The time on his phone told him that he had missed the concert at the National Conservatory of Ukraine this morning.

The mood is tight and relaxed.

"At least a good night's sleep. ”

"There are six more pieces of information. ”

Comforting himself, he called WeChat.

But after reading Duan Ran's information, Qin Jian's mouth became even more dry.

The suggestive words reminded him of his days in a mountain hut in Salzburg.

Qin Jian then replied to the other party with a "/stunned" expression.

The little expression with a nosebleed in his eyes may be a portrayal of his heart at this moment.

Let it go: I just woke up

About 10 seconds passed.

He received a reply message.

It's a photo.

The photo looks like it was just taken, it's a pair of legs, Qin Jian's familiar legs.

From the perspective of the camera, the other person should be lying in bed now.

Duan Ran's legs are good-looking, there is no doubt about that.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that the slender and creamy white in the photo at this time is covered by the pink skirt nearly a third.

It's even more uncomfortable.

Qin Jian also felt uncomfortable, but he mainly felt that the time was uncomfortable.

So his eyes moved to the messy pile of scores on the corner of the bed.

Let it go: the bed is messy

Paragraph Paragraph Paragraph Paragraph: ...

Moment.

Duan Duan Duan Duan: Get out of your bed! I'm going to take a lunch break! Call me in forty minutes!

Let it go: sleep in peace, I call you good afternoon

Duan Duan Duan Duan: Don't forget it again this time!!

Let it go: Aha was just an accident last time

Duan Ran smiled.

Duan Duan Duan Duan: Hurry up and eat

She stopped abruptly editing and cut out the words 'what are you going to eat'.

Moment.

Duan Duan Duan Duan: Good afternoon

Forcing herself to put down her phone, she tightened the quilt and closed her eyes.

What girl doesn't think about spring, especially in the cold winter, half of it has gone.

In the new year, there are naturally new expectations.

This year's Duan Ran wants to look forward to April first, so she still has a lot of efforts to do for this.

She has 37 minutes left in her lunch break today.

...

...

got up and washed off his sweat, and the refreshing Qin Jian returned to the desk.

He went over last night's loot.

The two-page notebook gave him a little sense of accomplishment, and when he read these words again today, his heart was a little less hurried and a little more relaxed.

Now, in his opinion, it is not a fuss to consider Beethoven the originator of the Russian school.

The change in concept gave him room to continue thinking.

If Beethoven's achievements are divided into two, the Russian piano should belong to the territory of Romanticism.

In this way, from Beethoven to Czerny, to Liszt, and then to the powerful group, the birth of the Russian piano is clear.

Although he knew that he could continue to draw branches from Czerny and Liszt, he did not intend to complicate the problem any further.

Until he settles the map of the Russian piano, he does not plan to study other blind spots.

Closing the notebook, he opened WeChat again, and the visit group had been occupied by a small video clip of this morning's concert.

After listening to it for a while, he didn't have any special feelings.

Then he cleaned up and left the room.

On the way to the restaurant, he called Xia Shu and learned that everyone in Huaguo Yuan was eating in Chai Yuan, Xia Shu asked him if he wanted to come to the concert at half past three, and Qin Jian's answer was ambiguous.

"It depends. ”

"Okay, senior brother, I'll tell the teacher. ”

"Well, this one doesn't need to. ”

"Okay, brother, I understand. ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian walked into the restaurant, probably most of the team went to Chai Yuan, it was the hotel at this time, and there were only a few people in the huge restaurant.

Qin Jian asked for a potato soup and two slices of toast, and ate quietly alone.

He originally wanted to go to the concert in the afternoon, but after waking up and pondering, he wanted to practice today.

He's got a bit of a train of thought.

As the alarm clock of his mobile phone rang, he put down his spoon and called Duan Ran.

The other end of the phone didn't answer and hung up.

He knew that the other party had already risen.

...

After dinner, he walked to the piano in the center of the hall and played a scale.

The crisp F major scale made the waiters who passed by look at him, and they rarely heard anyone playing the scale on this piano.

Usually people who play here play something that sounds exaggerated.

So this young man's performance is a little bit special for them.

Qin Jian played very attentively.

As he played, he continued to think about Beethoven.

He thought that since there is a part of Beethoven's romanticism in the Russian school, maybe he can try to add some subjective Beethoven characteristics to play the Russian school's works, will it be a little different?

Thinking that he raised his right hand high at the end of the right hand and opened a seventh note with one finger and four fingers, and at the same time his left hand opened a sixth note away.

Leaning forward, the moment the force of his waist exerts force, a powerful force presses from his arms to four fingers.

Fall!!

"W-w!!"

The two powerful and powerful attachments directly woke up the guy who was napping in the back kitchen.

Passionate Sonata 1st movement.

As the first theme melody climbs in the midst of depression, more and more restaurant staff members come out.

The people who were eating also stopped.

The piano is back in the spotlight.

It's just that Qin Jian doesn't know and doesn't care.

His mind was all between the lines of the notes, and he found that the more he played, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"The format of splitting the high and low tones and then reassembling them in a theme is almost unseen in Russian pianos. ”

Qin Jian felt that his subordinates were getting tighter and tighter, and the dynamic tension created by the gradual increase in the sound range and the gradual acceleration of the tempo made people sound excited.

But under this dynamic tension, he felt that the work fed back to him was as still as stagnant as water.

What Qin Jian didn't know was that the enthusiastic writing format meant that no matter how the performer tried to create the atmosphere, it was inevitable that he would eventually return to closed and concise.

This is the iron law of musical notes.

So he was helplessly forced to stop at this time, he knew that there was no point in trying again.

With a snap of his hands.

Music in the hall was forcibly cut off.