Qin Jian called the phone again, and Duan Ran answered, but the topic did not continue.

The two chatted briefly for a while, and finally Duan Ran sent two 'Mo', and then Qin Jian continued to practice the piano.

Bergen's signal is actually pretty good.

Lihuamu Pelov is also good, Duan Ran put down his mobile phone and sat in front of his new piano with a sense of ceremony.

The first movement of the wonderful Chopin Concerto sounds, Concerto No. 1.

...

At around 9:30 p.m., Duan Hong knocked on the door and walked into Duan Ran's bedroom.

Duan Hong didn't want to disturb his daughter's piano practice, but he really wanted to find out what was going on with this piano, for example, Qin Jian's parents didn't know that their son gave one of these pianos to others as a gift.

Such an expensive gift made Duan Hong feel uneasy in his heart, not because he had any suspicions about Qin Jian.

It's just that as a parent of one party, he can't face this kind of thing with a completely acquiescing attitude.

After all, in his eyes, both of them are still children in the school stage, although they are both excellent.

"Concerto No. 1, has it been decided?" Duan Hong asked an equally important question first.

Duan Ran stopped, his gaze still wandering on the music score in front of him, "Not yet." ”

Duan Hong nodded and sat opposite Pelov's piano, and looked at the piano carefully, and he was even more sure that this piano was extraordinary.

"What about him, is his final selection decided?"

Duan Hong's mouth is naturally Qin Jian, Duan Ran listened to his father ask his sweetheart in a natural tone, and his heart was naturally a little sweet, especially after such a small turmoil in birthday gifts.

Duan Ran looked up at Duan Hong and said with a smile: "He is also entangled." ”

Duan Hong sighed slightly in his heart when he saw his daughter's eyes full of happiness, and after a moment, the prepared question came to his mouth and swallowed again.

Instead, he lovingly urged: "Then you two have to speed up, in my experience, you should have all the tracks set up a month before the competition." ”

"This allows you to concentrate more on the final preparations. ”

Duan Ran smiled: "I know, I want to listen to Mr. Rigel's advice in class the day after tomorrow, and you can rest assured about the repertoire." ”

It seemed that he didn't want to affect his daughter's good mood tonight in the end, Duan Hong sighed, decided to put the doubts in his heart a little later, and said in his heart that he would wait until he was done with Norway's affairs.

Having made a decision in his heart, Duan Hong no longer thought about it, and said his plan for tomorrow's weekend, "How about a day off tomorrow and go to a concert?"

Duan Ran: "Concert?"

Duan Hong: "The Monte-Carlo Symphony Orchestra is coming to Paris, and Conductor Gandhive contacted me yesterday, and this time he has Elgar's First Symphony in his repertoire. ”

Hearing Elgar's First Symphony, Duan Ran's little face really became excited, "Okay!"

Duan Hong smiled, "Then let's say okay, we have to leave before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and we have to have a good meal before the concert starts, our family hasn't gone out to eat for a long time." ”

The words 'our family' made Duan Ran still a little resistant, but at this time she didn't show anything, but asked, "Can you stay at home for a while when you come back this time?"

She reminded: "Xuan Xuan is going to participate in the community cello charity performance on the weekend. “

"Ugh. ”

Duan Hong hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry, I haven't had time to tell you, I'm going to Norway early the day after tomorrow." ”

Duan Ran's mouth couldn't help but open.

Then came the ringing in my ears - "I have to represent the orchestra at the Bells Festival." ”

"Hmm?!!"

Chubby Duan was stunned.

...

...

10:30。

Bergen, the small town of Piano Workshop.

Qin Jian ended today's exercise.

After the counterpoint class this morning, he went to the piano room and continued to practice the mazurka last night.

At this stage of Mazuka's practice, it is no longer a matter of technique and proficiency.

It's about playing understanding, playing yourself, playing feeling. Reading Temple

Inspired by yesterday's Solveig song, Qin Jian tried for the first time today to incorporate something more of his own into the mazurka.

For example - homesickness.

Qin Jian is homesick, although there is really no homesickness in the Macurka.

But he was really practicing with such an emotion all day today.

In fact, this is just a coincidence, what's going on, when he was having breakfast, he saw a circle of friends posted by Fang Xuehua last night, and there were two family photos on the circle of friends.

The photo on the left looks very old, there is a big red dot on his forehead in the photo, and Xiao He Jing behind him is also black and thin.

The photo on the right was taken at the dinner table by a family of four during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner last year.

Copywriting: The years are silent.

There are also likes from He Jing and Qin Gang below.

Qin Jian also praised it in the morning, and then he talked about it in his heart for a day.

It is also true that more than a year has passed since he was silent, and he has hardly spent a few days at home.

As he muttered, the melody under his fingers seemed to have a sense of homesickness, and every time the note value was short, he elongated it intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was nostalgic for something.

Without changing the overall tempo of the music, the music presents a different flavor.

This change does not exclude the suspicion of some pretentiousness, but it is also under such a coincidence that when he tried to play the Polish mazurka in Chopin's way to the Poles, at the same time, he began to think about how to combine the nostalgia of a Chinese wanderer with the mazurka in Polish folk music.

Different national cultural symbols are different, but it seems to be about the feelings of the family and the country.

"That should be a good next phase of the question. ”

Buckle the piano lid and Qin Jian left.

When he came out of the piano room, he passed by the old Harlem door and saw that the light was still on in the glass window, and he couldn't help but stop.

After hesitating repeatedly, he still gave up visiting at this time, it was indeed a little too late today, but he still clearly remembered the comments that the old man gave him yesterday.

After returning to the hut and taking a shower, Qin Jian called Fang Xuehua.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Mom, my dad. “

"Mom, my sister. “

For questions like this, Qin Jian asked no less than five questions on the phone in ten minutes.

It happened that Fang Xuehua was idle today, and the remaining two went out to do their own things.

"I'm going to cook, your sister has been busy lately, and I guess I'll be back late today, and so is your father, isn't the Education Bureau doing some chorus again, and he's responsible for accompaniment again." ”

...

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian's heart was much more relaxed.

I wanted to call He Jing too, but I thought that the other party was busy, so I forgot it

He knew about He Jing's return to Bor, but he didn't know that in the past month, Ye Yi and He Jing had gotten closer and closer.

After staying up until twelve o'clock, and after saying happy birthday to Duan Ran for the last time, Qin Jian finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Then the phone fell asleep.

...

12 a.m. Bergen time, 18:07 Beijing time.

At the gate of Bol Art School, He Jingye waved goodbye with a smile again.

Today's He Jing can already understand the sign language of 'goodbye sister'.

"Goodbye Ye Yi, we can discuss the decoration plan again in the evening. ”

Ye nodded, and watched He Jing get into the car.

After the car drove away, she also walked towards the Ink Garden.

Recently, she's been preparing for what she considers to be a big event in her life.

Entrepreneurship is a big deal.

And she thinks Qin Jian's family is really good.