After the Huayun competition, the six small branches representing the future development of Huaguo piano went their own way.

Standing at the first crossroads of adulthood, they left that home with parents and embarked on a new journey with their dreams.

This moment is like a small rest in the first movement of life.

On both ends of the video, six people are just talking to each other through a thin screen, resting, and thinking.

After the rest, life still has to go on.

"When everyone returns to China for the Chinese New Year, we will get together again. ”

"Good. ”

"Bye, Yinuo,"

"Bye-bye, Duanduan, you two go and finish eating. ”

"You two pay attention to safety~"

"Hahaha, don't talk about it, the four of us have to get up early tomorrow. ”

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...

With a "ding" sound, the video hung up.

"Hey. ”

Duan Ran sighed faintly.

"What's wrong?" Qin Jian asked.

Duan Ran smiled: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel very good, I feel that everyone is busy with their own things again, and I really miss the experience of us playing together, although everyone didn't talk much at that time, but today I can talk for so long..."

"Well, what do you say, it's, it's..."

Qin Jian also smiled, "What's it?"

Duan Ran said: "I just hope that everyone can continue to get better." ”

"Yes. Qin Jian nodded, "By the way, when did you get up?"

Duan Ran's face flushed when he heard this, "I won't tell you." ”

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In the twenty-three days since he arrived in Salzburg, Qin Jianjue spent most of his time in this cabin, except for the planned trip.

There are only two things I do every day, sitting at the piano or sitting at the small wooden table next to the piano.

Or practice.

Either write and draw on the stave manuscript paper, Duan Ran laughingly called it 'Master's Composition Time.' ’

Duan Ran would sit in front of the piano to practice Chopin when Qin Jian was not using the piano, and like the other four, she would also participate in the 18th Chopin Competition.

During this time, Riegel called to ask if she would return to Chopin's master class, and she politely refused, which had nothing to do with wanting to stay in Salzburg.

For Chopin, Duan Ran has his own understanding.

This understanding stems from the imprint of adulthood, in the words of Shen Qingci - "If a beautiful young Chinese girl sits at the piano and plays Chopin's Polonaise in A major in the style of a very small jasper, she may also have a heroic side in her heart." ”

Duan Ran likes to practice in such an environment, the rustle of paper and pen beside her will make her feel at ease, and the mountains outside the window on one side will give her a wide field of vision, which is like a dream paradise There was a moment when she expected time to stay at that moment.

Although the wooden house is small, there is a person next to him, a piano in front of him, and a bed behind him, and life is enough.

Love is afraid of hesitation.

Duan Ran hurriedly embarked on a trip to Hamburg, and what she gained was beyond her imagination.

At least this trip made her certain for one thing.

One thing that made her feel lucky.

One thing that made her completely relieved to continue to be firm along this journey - to Qin Jian, she was indeed serious.

Although he has not yet experienced the prosperity of the world, he has not experienced personnel changes.

But so what.

Flowers bloom in one season and eventually lose.

The answer to the future is left to the future, the present and cherish the present.

There is no right to choose to be born, and to strive for the right to choose life, this is the path Duan Ran chose.

Even if it's a long and fruitless road.

The gradual change in mentality has also changed the relationship between her and Qin Jian.

As time passed, the tip of the Unst Mountain in the distance outside the window had become white.

This made Qin Jian, who had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room outside the door of the hut, suffer for a few days, winter came, and it was extremely cold in the small living room.

When he first arrived at the ranch, Qin Jian immediately fell in love with the small cabin on the mountainside, which, according to locals, had provided a refuge for the writer Zweig during World War II.

So he decided to rent it out at a very high price.

No one thought that this stop would enter the winter.

One night when the cold wind was howling, Qin Jian was lying on the sofa with his coat covered and tossing and turning.

Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open.

After this heart-pounding 'squeak'.

Long.

There was another heart-beating 'squeak'.

...

That night.

Under the dim light, the two of them sat together in a huge white futon bedding and sat half a meter apart like two big rice dumplings.

Listening to the tender Rach on the old-fashioned record player, chatting about the mountain breeze outside the window, chatting about the Magic Flute and Mozart, chatting about Schumann and Clara, chatting about music and life.

Chatting and chatting, someone fell asleep first.

Who fell asleep first, no one knows.

It was only that Duan Ran woke up from his dream with the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3.

If Beethoven made Duan Ran form a certain relationship with Qin Jian, then Rachmaninov completely made Qin Jian enter her heart.

The clove that never dies.

Duan Ran likes Rachmaninov played by Qin Jian.

Qin Jian had been practicing Rachmaninov for a long time recently, and she knew that Qin Jian was quietly preparing for a work workshop.

The wind was still blowing outside the window.

The dull gray tune of the room was like the whistle of an old cruise ship before a long voyage, and in the black and white film, the player was sitting on the old oil-stained deck playing.

The sound of the piano is so close, and yet so far away.

Surging but lonely.

It's daunting and safe.

Looking at Qin Jian's back and listening for a long time, Duan Ran seemed to remember the dream just now.

A beautiful dream.

Under the shyness, the white legs under the futon couldn't help but gently clamp together.

Two thin knees rubbed back and forth between the stirring chords.

This is a sensation that has never been felt before, an itch that swallows the marrow and eats away at the bones.

Subconsciously put his hand into the sub...

Moment.

A piece of slippery.

Duan Ran's face was hot for a while.

With a soft breath, as if afraid of interrupting the piano, she got up and opened the suitcase, took out an opaque bag, and quietly left the bedroom with a black nightdress.

Before leaving, she glanced at the empty board.

When she came back, she felt that her brain was much clearer, but the messy bedding on the bed still gave people an indescribable feeling.

Look at the figure in front of the piano again, this man who has shared a bed for the first time.

Despite the fact that nothing happened.

Duan Ran smiled and placed the beer that had been opened in his hand on the piano board.

She knew that Qin Jian liked to put a glass of wine here when he was practicing the piano now, but she didn't know when he started this habit.

As if he was afraid that he would think about it again, Duan Ran grabbed the wig hanging on the wall and buckled it on Qin Jian's head.

"Ha~"

The crisp laughter is extremely harmonious in the gray Rasan.

Duan Ran lazily returned to bed, in a good mood.

As soon as I picked up my phone, I saw a message from five minutes ago.

It's a group photo of four people.

Surprised.

Moment.

She smiled, turned on the camera and focused on the back in front of the piano, and gently pressed the shutter.

"Click. ”

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