Old Assad and Ido didn't sit at the same table as Qin Jian imagined.

The two sat on a small table not far from the entrance of the cafeteria, and on the table next to them were two middle-aged workers who were drinking.

They spoke loudly.

Qin Jian observed that Ido did not change anything because of this noisy sound, and he calmly ate the food in front of him.

"Hungry," Liao Linjun returned to the table with a soup pot, "try Bergen's authentic seafood soup." ”

Qin Jian retracted his gaze, picked up the bowl and spoon and moved, "Fortunately, I'm not very hungry, I feel that the wheat cake at noon has not been digested yet." ”

He looked around again, then asked, "Where's Uncle Potter?"

"He's still tuning a piano and tomorrow a guest is coming to violin. Liao Linjun said and poured himself a bowl of soup, "How is it, how is the harvest this afternoon?"

Speaking of which, Qin Jian had prepared a lot of questions.

"Sister Lin Jun, I want to make sure first, when playing the piano, our arms can't be too high casually like playing a modern piano, otherwise it will cause the sound of the piano to be interrupted, right?"

Liao Linjun nodded: "That's right, this is the law, the structure of modern piano and ancient piano is quite different, so the player must master a set of performance techniques for playing the ancient piano." ”

After receiving a positive answer, Qin Jian reassured himself to ask the second question: "So is the timbre of the piano fixed?"

Liao Linjun blew the soup in the soup spoon, "Be specific." ”

Qin Jian snapped his mouth: "That is to say, does the timbre of the ancient piano not change due to the change of its timbre due to the change of the player?"

Liao Linjun nodded: "That's right, purely in terms of timbre, the timbre emitted by each piano is fixed, and the sound will not change because different people play it." ”

After these two questions, Qin Jian did not expand the scope of the problem, and the next topic moderately revolved around the touch and timbre of the piano.

Each of Liao Linjun's answers carries academic norms and some technical tips that need to be noted in actual performance.

After a meal, Qin Jian couldn't help but want to go back to the piano room and try again.

"Forget it for today. ”

After the meal, Liao Linjun dissuaded: "In the past few days, you should adapt to the environment and life rhythm here, and you don't need to arrange your time so full." ”

Liao Linjun's words were her starting point, on the other hand, she also consciously wanted to adjust Qin Jian's previous practice mode in school life, the intensity before she saw Qin Jian was too great, she had also discussed this issue with Shen Qingci, but Shen Qingci felt that there was no problem.

Although she could understand Shen Qingci's intentions, Qin Jian had already submitted the repertoire for the main competition, and all the works were basically completed, and the rest of the things could not be obtained by one person's practice.

She hoped that Qin Jian would be able to prepare for the final moment in a relaxed state at this stage in the future.

"Good. ”

Qin Jian didn't think much about it, so he responded to the other party, and after the repertoire of the main competition was submitted, he was indeed not so nervous in his heart.

"You can go around town on your own in a moment. Liao Linjun gave advice and advised, "But you have to come back to sleep at night, or you can also watch TV and surf the Internet, in short, try not to stay up late." ”

Qin Jian said in a loud voice, indicating that he had received it, "By the way, Sister Lin Jun, I want a table, I don't have a table in my room, sometimes I have to write something." ”

"That's easy to say. ”

Liao Linjun helped Qin Jian find a small set of wooden tables and chairs in the factory, and the two of them moved the tables and chairs to Qin Jian's room together.

"Don't bother you, see you tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, good night. ”

"Good night, Sister Lin Jun. ”

Liao Linjun left, Qin Jian opened the suitcase, put away the accompanying luggage, and put the usual daily things such as computers and literature on the table by the window.

After a busy time, looking at the neat room, Qin Jian felt comfortable for a while.

"It's the violin. ”

There can be shortcomings in the ointment, and he accepts it.

When he finally put away his suitcase, he saw the cloth doll that had been crushed under the luggage.

This is the one that Ido lost at the Chopin Institute, because he didn't meet Ido and old Assad again, so he kept it in a box, thinking that he would have a chance to return it to each other later.

So he brought it back to Yanjing from Warsaw, and then to Bergen.

Without much thought, he left the room with the puppet.

Since he has already mentioned that he has encountered the owner, he should also return the goods to the original owner as soon as possible.

The courtyard was only about a little more than a minute from east to west, and Qin Jian walked all the way from east to west in search of Debussy's moonlight, stopping in front of a single-story hut.

He knew that this must be the residence of the two, and he was sure that the moonlight in his ears at this time must be played by one of the two.

Through the door, looking at the transparent window, he didn't knock on the door for the first time.

Quietly listening to the melody in his ears, Qin Jian's thoughts also calmed down.

In the past year, he has rarely heard such a pure piano sound, as if he saw a simple and noble white flower in a beautiful flower room.

Gradually, he found a hint of peace.

Until the piano sound ended, Qin Jian sighed lightly, no matter who was playing this section just now, he felt that this kind of music deserved to be applauded in the most brilliant concert hall.

After a little adjustment, he was about to raise his hand to slam on the door.

Then the lights in the window went out.

Qin Jian hesitantly withdrew his hand and looked at his watch, it was only half past eight at this time.

Still without much thought, he took the puppet and turned away.

"Tomorrow. ”

It's always bad to disturb someone else's rest.

Back in the room, Qin Jian sent a message to Duan Ran, but the other party didn't reply to her.

Curious, recalling the music just now and some conversations at the dinner table yesterday, he turned on the computer and climbed over the wall to return to the domestic website.

He typed the word "Idlib" into the search bar of the web page, just as he continued to type the word "university".

The search engine automatically appears - 'Idlib latest fighting situation', 'Idlib rebels', 'Why is Idlib's geographical location important'

When he saw the words 'war situation, war rebels' and other words, Qin Jian's heart sank, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Although the war in Syria is not a new term, Qin Jian has always felt that such things are two worlds for him.

Suddenly, the silent gaze of old Assaad seemed to appear in front of him, and for the first time he felt that war did not seem far away from him.

He hurriedly clicked on a search.

After some browsing.

The battle reports and the front-line photos that people can't look at directly seem to be still in his mind, and they gradually overlap with the pure and pure moonlight song.

Long.

His gaze fell on the last photo.

The photo shows a naked boy covered in mud crouching on a broken ground after the fighting.

He looked up at the sky, which was gray, and his gaze was quiet, with a deathly silence.

...

"War. ”

For the first time, Qin Jian really reflected on the war.

On the wooden table, the smiling puppets are still smiling.