Three days is neither long nor short, and Qin Jian has done no more, no less.

Early in the morning of the day he sent Ye Yi away, he took a taxi directly to the National Music Writers Association and got back the copyright certificate of [ChrisVariationsOp.7], which he had delayed for a long time.

While most of the students have already begun to be crazy about the final semester, Qin Jian has put more time into reading books, listening to music and attending classes in the past few days.

In addition, one of the most important tasks he has completed is to set the next stage of the work development plan of the club.

At the last club meeting of this semester, Qin Jian conveyed the results of his discussion with the ministers of various voices to everyone.

"The main activities of the club in the next semester are divided into two parts. ”

"The first part is to put out the remaining two and a half acts of the Magic Flute and the first two acts of Carmen before the end of April. ”

"The second part is from May to the end of the next semester, and we will have a series of performances, about thirteen. ”

Qin Jian's words made everyone look forward to it.

For this reason, he contacted fifteen theaters of all sizes in Yanjing in advance, and booked the May schedule for nearly half a year in advance, although May is not a performance season, but the cost of booking the venue is not a small amount, plus the later phone fee, Qin Jian estimated it, and counted the price of sponsorship and tickets to level the expenses in the early stage.

At first, he didn't take the sponsorship into account at all, and it was all out of his own pocket

The question of sponsorship was still Ning Qianxia's wake-up call.

Later, Tang Jie and several local classmates in Yanjing also said that they could help with this matter, and he received everyone's wishes, and the specific problems will be talked about first, and the most important thing at the moment is to do a good job in the quality of the program first.

At the end of the meeting, he sent all the scores for each voice part, and hoped that everyone would use the winter vacation time to work harder.

On the afternoon of the last day before departure, he took Aso Natsuki to the last class of the semester - about Russian folk music.

Li Sanli spoke clearly, condensed a major music historiography into two hours, and had to give the old man a thumbs up for his deep cognitive understanding of this paragraph.

It's Qin Jian's hand, he's been memorizing it from the beginning to the end, plus there is a Xia Shu sitting next to him who can't understand the pronunciation of the child and asks him questions here and there from time to time, two hours can be regarded as a happy torment.

Regrettably, the old man answered most of his questions, but still did not give him a place for Rachmaninov in the history of Russian music.

Make no mistake, it's positioning, not status.

Composer or pianist?

Maybe the old man himself is not from a piano background, or maybe the old man looks at this problem from a macro perspective.

More of his adjectives are used in Glinka, the father of the Russian national music school, and Tchaikovsky, the greatest Russian composer, including the description of the "Five Powerful Group" far more than some of the characters who have been given higher praise by later generations.

Rachmaninov is classified by him as a composer, followed by a virtuoso pianist.

But in reality, Rachmaninov has achieved more as a pianist than as a composer, and he has a heartfelt desire to reverse that. ”

The regret revealed between the lines of the old man's words can be regarded as his recognition of Rahe's composition in Qin Jian's opinion.

It's just that this didn't play a role in relieving the doubts in Qin Jian's heart at all.

"It seems that the problem can only be left for the rest of the journey. ”

However, after such a lesson, the system framework of the Russian music school in Qin Jian's heart became clearer.

This will help him a lot in the rest of his journey.

"Grieg, Old Chai, Rach, Shosta, and vodka. ”

"I'm coming. ”

A good night speech without a sense of ceremony.

Qin Jian listened to the third movement of K271 played by himself, and slowly entered the dream fragrance.

Half an hour later, the date on his laplow phone jumped to the Fourth of January, less than forty-eight hours before the start of Rachmaninoff's symposium.

...

...

On January 4, because it was still dark, it was not cloudy.

06:30。

As soon as the alarm clock shook, Qin Jian instantly opened his eyes and sat up.

Hit the alarm clock and feel it from head to toe.

Only drowsiness.

By the dim street lamp outside the window, he crept out of bed.

"Brother Key"

As soon as he landed, Xiao Liang, who was facing the bed, turned over and poked his head out and whispered, "You have to leave now." ”

"Well, the plane at nine o'clock, the piano department meets at the door at seven o'clock. ”

Looking at the other party's energetic face, Qin Jian said again, "You haven't slept all night?"

Xiao Liang smiled and raised his mobile phone, and the screen was full of flowers: "Recently, I found a fairy sword mobile game with my little cutie." ”

"Cards, thieves are interesting. ”

Speaking of mobile games, Qin Jian suddenly remembered a certain battle game in the Red Pole I, and when his mind broke down, he suddenly realized that the world time had come to 2015 again.

Moment.

He smiled: "The game will be more and more interesting in the future." With that, he quietly walked out of the dormitory door with the washbasin in his arms.

When he returned to the dormitory, the lights in the dormitory were already on, and Zheng Feng and Tang Jie also got up.

Qin Jian finally checked the luggage, and the few people chatted a few more words.

We will have to wait until the next semester to meet again, so everyone said Happy New Year in advance.

"Gone. ”

"See you next semester. ”

"Have a nice trip. ”

"Go to the local group and say something. ”

...

At seven o'clock, I just boarded the bus.

Qin Jian was still feeling in his heart that this semester had passed so fast, and then the mobile phone lit up one after another.

When I opened it, I saw that it was all information in the club group, and the content was basically 'the president had a good trip' or something like that.

Qin Jian also replied one by one, thank you.

Ning Qianxia sent a message to Qin Jian alone, with only three simple words.

'Drink less'

replied with a 'thank you', Qin Jian stopped looking at his phone, hung up his headphones, pressed down the brim of his hat and began to make up for sleep.

Then, with the arrival of all the staff, the bus started and drove to Yanjing International Airport.

The mighty procession was still conspicuous in the airport hall in the early morning, and the most elite team of teachers and students of the piano department of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music headed by Shen Qingci boarded the plane to Moscow shortly after completing the check-in procedures.

And at the moment, their destination is inside the airport hall of Svo.

A group that has just landed from Manchester is waiting for their suitcases, and they don't look like tour groups, even though Moscow in January is not in the tourist season.

"He, leave it to me. ”

A handsome brown-haired young man spoke, stepping forward to pick up the other party's checked luggage before He Jing bent over.

And then he succeeded.

But when he happily handed over the suitcase to the other party, the other party did not show any joy, which made him feel a little depressed in his heart.

"Thank you. ”

Just a word of thanks.

As a boy who grew up in the Bronx, his personality is not flamboyant, and even he inherited his father's blue eyes and humble introvertedness very well, but this did not give him any confidence in facing the girl he liked.

The Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 3, known as the most difficult piano concerto, was only for him to memorize it backwards when he was sixteen years old, but now he racked his brains and could not find what kind of expression to use to respond to this thank you.

"Hey, Paul!"

At this moment, a call came from the crowd not far away.