The price of cuteness is that Qin Jian has been accompanying Duan Ran to practice the piano until half past ten in the evening.

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After Duan Ran successfully completed the final repertoire of the 'fourth round' in the afternoon, he took the initiative to put forward his desire to practice.

Of course, Qin Jian was willing to accompany him, but the result was that neither of them had dinner.

Leaving the piano room, Qin Jian asked Duan Ran what he wanted to eat, and Duan Ran said that there were still many snacks in the house.

"I didn't eat much!"

So the two of them went straight back to the hut, sat side by side by the window, looked at the sea, ate snacks, and spent the last bit of the day.

...

Early the next morning, it was Qin Jian's turn to play Duan Ran to listen to the recording time.

In the morning, Qin Jian only played the first three rounds of repertoire.

This is the first time he has played the first three rounds in full in front of others, in the order of the competition mode.

With the experience of yesterday's 'black key incident', he himself pays special attention to the small parts when playing today.

And he controlled the playing time of each round within the preset range.

There was not a single mistake in the three rounds, which was perfect.

Duan Ran even bluntly pointed out that Chopin, played by Qin Jian, already had a personal temperament that belonged to him.

Faced with such an evaluation, Qin Jian was naturally reluctant to let go of Duan Ran, and he asked Duan Ran to tell what kind of temperament it was.

This question stopped Chubby Duan, and after thinking for a while, Duan Ran used a lot of good words.

But Qin Jian was not satisfied.

"What is the boy who is like a flower? Can you be more systematic? ”

Obviously, what Qin Jian wanted to hear was a more profound description.

Because after playing these three rounds of tracks, he also felt the kind of thing that belonged to himself that Duan Ran said.

It's not just about the performance techniques and the processing of music, it's more about the spirit.

A sense of integration.

It seems that the bits and pieces about Chopin accumulated in his body for more than half a year have gradually been crushed and fused together after the Bergen turmoil.

It's indescribable, but it's real.

At noon, the two of them had a light lunch at noon as they did yesterday, and then returned to the piano room.

With the momentum of the morning, Qin Jian played two concertos to Duan Ran in the afternoon.

After he finished playing, Duan Ran turned off the recording of his mobile phone and sat next to him.

"I would also like to hear the second movement in E minor. ”

Qin Jian's heart moved, and then nodded, "Okay." ”

Moment.

He raised his hand again.

Although there is no orchestral accompaniment, and there is no soft introduction of strings in E major as an emotional guide, this does not prevent the piano from being melancholy alone.

Qin Jian dropped his fingers, and the melancholy little mood spread out from the piano again little by little, and soon filled the small room.

He played, and Duan Ran sat beside him and listened quietly.

When the second theme shifts to B major with a delicate ornamentation, the serene music suddenly fluctuates, like a breeze blowing into a midsummer dream, giving people a pure romantic feeling.

The tattooed left hand on the keyboard will play each accompaniment shape very solidly and steadily, and it is not deliberately weak because of the artistic conception of the music, even and coherent.

The right hand seems to borrow the strength of the arm, as if it is playing an expressive song.

The melody of the song and the hazy accompaniment are intertwined, sometimes gentle, sometimes shy, sometimes impulsive and passionate.

Unconsciously, Duan Ran's Qin Jian was a little closer.

Looking at the pair of big hands on the piano, she felt that she thoroughly liked the second movement played by Qin Jian.

It has nothing to do with Qin Jian, it has nothing to do with Chopin, it is simply a piece of piano that I like to play alone.

She felt that although Qin Jian's second movement was not as brilliant and rich as the first movement, nor did it have the chic elegance of the third movement, there was even a hint of childish stubbornness and impulsiveness. k

But the way in which the magnificence and delicacy are concealed in the simple and straightforward narration makes her feel a kind of naturalness that melts emotions into flowing water and air.

And straightforward but sensitive, the kind of desire to talk and linger revealed in the music from time to time is like a teenager full of reverie about love.

"It's beautiful. ”

When Qin Jian fell and put away a sound, a soft sound sounded in his ears.

He looked sideways, and at some point, the corners of Duan Ran's eyes were already moist.

Duan Ran wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Hmm, it's really good, it's like listening to a confession." ”

Listening to the word confession, Qin Jian's heart was about to float for a while, and these two words made him think a lot for a while.

Just as he was about to say something, Duan Ran suddenly turned his face to look at him: "The final repertoire hasn't been decided yet, okay?"

Meeting Duan Ran's expectant gaze, for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's decided." ”

Duan Ran sniffed, "Are we different?"

Qin Jian nodded and gently swapped the other party's shoulder: "It's different." ”

When Duan Ran heard this reply, he leaned into his arms and said coquettishly: "Haven't I been very troublesome in the past two days, it's not like before at all." ”

Qin Jian was suspicious: "What's going on in the past two days?." “

Duan Ran: "Do you think you're a genius?"

Qin Jian: "That's." “

Duan Ran: "Will you leave me?"

Qin Jian: "No. ”

Duan Ran: "If you dare to throw me away one day, I will kill you." ”

...

...

That's it, the day that belongs to Qin Jian is over.

The question of the selection of the final repertoire that had been bothering him was also solved.

It's strange to say.

When Qin Jian looked at the moment when Duan Ran made his decision, he felt relaxed in his heart.

In an instant, all the troubles were gone.

It's like he should have chosen Xiao Yi to compete in the final final.

Later, when he thought about it, he didn't know what he was hesitating so much before.

Sweeping away the last of his troubles, and then looking back at the full four rounds of playing, he was transparent.

He understood what was different about his Chopin, and if he was going to compete on stage tomorrow, then he felt that he was completely ready.

He felt that he had to thank Duan Ran again, and the other party could give him some hints or companionship at a critical moment.

As for what Duan Ran said about killing him, he didn't dare to listen to it as a joke, because Duan Ran was very serious at that time.

But he didn't feel any sense of fear, and he replied to Duan Ran like this at the time: "After I die, you can see if the tattoo on my hand has changed, really." ”.

...

Early the next morning, Duan Ran really had his period, and he came fiercely, with a large amount of money, and a pair of thickened safety pants at night did not protect the sheets.

Although the sheets had to be washed, Qin Jian could clearly feel that Duan Ran's mood was different from the previous two days.

I giggled early in the morning, looking at the red sheets and smiling like a child.

This time he can be regarded as gaining experience, and he really hasn't stayed with Duan Ran before his period in the past.

He had to say that this woman was not terrible when she came to menstruation, but what was terrible was before she came.

"Hey, this blood is too hard to wash. ”

Here he was rubbing the sheets shirtless, and in the bedroom, Duan Ran was practicing the black key etudes repeatedly with Pikachu.

Suddenly, there was a sound from downstairs.

"Jian! Your guest is here. ”