No one knows what happened next, anyway, it was almost 4 a.m. when the two of them were ready to go to bed again.

It seems that before going to bed, Duan Ran came out of the bathroom.

"I don't have any taboos. ”

After saying this, he jumped on the bed and got into Qin Jian's arms, found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

The last flashing image faded away as the next day dawned.

...

The night passes and the day rises.

When Qin Jian opened his eyes, his arms were empty again, and he subconsciously got up to look for Duan Ran's figure.

Looking for prestige, the other party is already fully dressed and busy in the half-open kitchen.

He sat up bare-chested and leaned back on the head of the bed.

Qin Jian quietly felt the first morning in Paris.

The morning light outside the window was quiet and peaceful.

Duan Ran got up early today, got up and washed up, and began to prepare breakfast for the two of them.

Although she was busy in the kitchen, she was busy looking at the direction of the bed from time to time.

When she looked at it this time, she found that Qin Jian had already sat up and was looking at herself with a smile.

A happy face.

"Ah, you're awake, go brush your teeth, and you'll be ready to eat soon!"

As he spoke, he sped up the speed of the egg in his hand.

"Obey~"

Qin Jian swaggered out of bed, walked behind Duan Ran and gave him a hug, and whispered, "It's hard work." ”

"Seems like you're having a hard time. ”

Duan Ran looked like a little woman who was not shy, leaning on Qin Jian's arms, but there was no mercy in her mouth: "Do you need to add another egg to make up for it?"

"Ah~"

As soon as her words fell, she was slapped on the waist with a force that was neither heavy nor light.

Qin Jian also took the opportunity to press a set of seven chords in the weakest place.

"Yes. ”

...

...

The sandwich with three eggs is still the first time I have eaten it, and I feel swollen after eating.

It's just that he doesn't understand why this kind of zero-mistake morning can be made so ugly, not to mention, the taste is really strange.

Qin Jian: "I'll cook at noon!"

Duan Ran: "You can actually cook?!"

Qin Jian: "...."

Duan Ran: "I thought you would only soak rice noodles!"

Qin Jian: "Let's go quickly, there will be no good place in the classroom if you go late." ”

Duan Ran: "You can't understand French, sit differently, wait for me to put on makeup." ”

Qin Jian: "... Classes are not on the street, you just need to wear a hat. ”

Duan Ran: "Why am I wearing a hat, my hair was just washed last night, by the way, don't wear a mask for a while!"

Qin Jian: "..."

Looking at Duan Ran, who was smearing in front of the mirror, Qin Jian felt that Duan Ran had changed a little after a night's work.

Suddenly, his mouth seemed to be opened, and he became powerful.

And he felt that Duan Ran really didn't need to wear makeup, although there were indeed two completely different flavors before and after makeup.

Suddenly thinking of something, Qin Jian felt that the three eggs he had just made up had worked.

...

So when there were still 1o minutes before the class, the two left the apartment. Love Book House

Before leading the door out, under Duan Ran's strong coercion, Qin Jian finally left his hat and mask on the hanger.

On the campus road in the early morning, the two looked like a young Asian couple.

Duan Ran was like on the streets of Warsaw, Hamburg, holding Qin Jian's arm.

Along the way, although such a scene is a common thing on a university campus, Duan Ran still has a certain reputation in the Paris Academy, and the person she is holding does not seem to be a student of this school.

Until he arrived in front of the classroom door, Duan Ran didn't let go.

Qin Jian: "Won't it be too ostentatious to enter the classroom like this?"

Duan Ran: "Don't worry. ”

As soon as the two of them entered the classroom, Riegel on the podium saw Qin Jian.

Riegel was not too surprised, he took it for granted that Qin Jian came to see Duan Ran's concert yesterday, and then the young couple came to take one of his classes in the morning.

Smiling, he walked towards Qin Jian.

Then he took the initiative to shake Qin Jian's hand, and this shake also made many students in the classroom stupid.

However, the sharp-eyed piano students recognized Qin Jian at a glance, and to tell the truth, in the current situation, Qin Jian's fame in Europe is a little bigger than that in China.

There are also people who focus on Duan Ran's body, they didn't expect that Duan Ran, who has always been low-key, turned out to have such a boyfriend, no wonder many people had eaten Duan Ran's closed door before.

In the eyes of most people, Qin Jian was already an existence beyond their reach.

"Sure enough, it was him. ”

In the corner of the classroom, the young man who was whispering to his side was the violin man Qin Jian met on campus yesterday.

The girl next to the violin man was also the girl from yesterday, and she also sighed, "He is actually Duan Ran's boyfriend..."

Under all kinds of eyes, Duan Ran took Qin Jian and sat in the middle.

There weren't as many people in the classroom as Qin Jian had imagined.

As Riegel's words rose again from the podium.

Qin Jian's first class at a foreign conservatory began.

Indeed, as Duan Ran said, Qin Jian really couldn't understand, but fortunately, with Duan Ran's translation and explanation and Rigel's demonstration, Qin Jian could also listen to it.

As the current president of the International Mozart Society, Rigel's performance of Mozart is indeed full of extraordinary feelings, although it is only a few fragments, but it is enough for Qin Jian to think from it.

Duan Ran: "This section is more important, he said that the last movement of K459 is the greatest final movement of all Mozart's concertos. ”

Listening to the demonstration in front of the piano, Qin Jian: "Then." ”

Duan Ran: "The first two movements of this work are already full of baroque modulation and deterioration of taste imitation, and the last movement..."

Duan Ran thought for a moment, "The last movement is comprehensive and complex, including fugue, Italian comic opera and..."

Duan Ran thought hard.

Qin Jian added: "There is also the style of the finale of the Rondo. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Duan Ran nodded.

In fact, Duan Ran, not to mention Qin Jian, also listened to it, and Riegel kneaded the lightest and heaviest playing techniques in the performance, although there was no orchestra concerto at this time, but from the presentation part of the solo performance, Riegel embodied Mozart's style of writing on the score.

K459 is a work that Qin Jian has always wanted to practice, but the shadow of the Baroque in this work makes him a little afraid, and he is worried that he will not be able to express the symmetry and balance of the Baroque and the dramatic tension.

The calmer the work, the more difficult it is to make a splash.

Qin Jian wasn't ready yet.

However, after listening to a class, Qin Jian still gained a lot.

One of Riegel's words stuck in his heart: "The mosaic frame in the work should be noticed." ”

This sentence accurately interprets the structure of this work, at least to Qin Jian, which sounds absolutely correct now.

After getting out of this class, Qin Jian accompanied Duan Ran and hurried to the next classroom.

"A history of operatic art?"

"It's elective!"

A busy morning was spent in two classes.

...

At 12:00 p.m., the two arrived again at the supermarket near the school.

"What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Meat!!"