Xiao Chubby Duan, who was on the bed in the bedroom of his home in Paris, saw this reply and couldn't stop laughing.

Then he replied: Hmph, your mouth is getting worse and stronger

Moment.

Qin Jian's big stupid: Speaking of this, you are still powerful

Such suggestive words reminded Duan Ran of some scenes from last month, and before he knew it, Qin Jian had been away from Paris for a month.

"Hey~"

Thinking that under normal circumstances, it would take more than 50 days to meet, and for a while, Ran didn't know whether to lament whether time passed quickly or slowly, in short, a little melancholy.

In the face of Qin Jian's ridicule, she couldn't keep her spirits up.

Duan: Okay, go ahead, pinch your shoulders and come on~

Qin Jian's big fool: I'm already out

Duan Ran put down her phone and didn't reply to the other party, she was going to take a lunch break, but now she didn't feel sleepy, she decided to continue practicing the piano in the morning.

After the tense final exam, Duan Ran obviously felt that there was enough time, and he didn't have to take care of the exam and practice at the same time.

Now that the end of the semester is over, she doesn't have to live at the school anymore, although she still has to go back to school every week to find a teacher.

It's always easier to stay at home than at school, especially in Paris, where she is basically accepted.

After a month of polishing, Chopin's first three rounds of repertoire were almost ready, and now the question in front of her was the final repertoire – choose one of the two.

"Concerto No. 1 in E minor, Concerto No. 2 in F minor. ”

It's a tangling question.

"Hmm, I really want to play F minor, but~"

She wanted to laugh at the thought of Riggle's horrified look when he heard her thoughts last week.

...

14:30。 A unique concert that allows anyone to leave early

St. Ann's Church.

Five rows and two rows of long lacquered wood seats were full, including townspeople, piano workshop workers, and a few tourists who looked like they had come from out of town.

The elder Assad and Ido sat in the first row, Ido sat in the aisle closest to the wall, and the old Harlem couple next to Assad.

This can be regarded as Qin Jian's first group of relatives and friends.

I have to say that the number of people present today is well over 50, and there are still many people standing behind the last row of seats.

Liao Linjun stood in the last corner, and she gave up her place to a small town resident.

On the makeshift stage, the old bartender was dressed like a priest, but he looked and spoke like a priest when he stood under the cross.

He sincerely thanked everyone for coming, made guest appearances as hosts, and warmed up the atmosphere in the venue.

In the introduction of the repertoire of the recital, the old bartender did not say much about Chopin, and Bergen, as a great musical capital that gave birth to Grieg, has a high degree of music popularity in the whole city.

All you need to know is that today's topic is Chopin.

"Finally, our musicians are invited to appear!"

“jian。 ”

There was applause, and there was the laughter of children, and all kinds of jumble sounds.

It's hard to imagine that this is the scene of a piano recital, without a tall rectangular concert hall, without bright lights, without gold-painted walls.

Even the warm-up host was like a red-faced old man selling oysters in a hypermarket.

But it was such a scene, but it made Qin Jian, who came out of the prayer room, have a unique feeling.

Perhaps it was the appearance of various classical old-school glorious concert halls, and everything in front of him made him feel a sense of novelty.

He was also religious as he walked through the crucifixion, and at this moment he felt that the theme of today's music should be Bach is Handel, or any kind of church music from the Baroque period.

And his costume, which he regretted dressing up like a bright rooster.

Perhaps wearing the same clothes as the townspeople in the audience made him feel more relaxed.

But this is no longer the time to dwell on these issues. Love Chinese Network

According to normal etiquette, he sat down in front of Little Brown with a smile.

The applause from the audience disappeared immediately.

"Whew~"

With a light breath, he raised his hand.

The first ballade in G minor, with the first note he presses, slowly kicks in.

The melancholy minor melody resembles an old tea that has been brewed many times in the small brown flat voice, with a faint tea aroma but no characteristics.

A kind of ordinary opening, which is very much in line with the opening that does not charge tickets at all.

And as the lamentation of the first theme appears in the music, gradually someone discovers that there seems to be something else hidden under the fragrance of tea.

Emotions rendered the music, and the music drove the emotions, and it only took less than two bars of effort for Qin Jian's steady arms to release an anxious low roar from the little brown body.

Without using too much technique or pushing the mood forward, a flash of tenderness flashed in his gaze, and the ten fingers clearly outlined the connecting passages, and then the music moved on to the gentle second theme.

It's like a teacup filled with water again.

The same cup of tea, the same water, but this time it tastes different.

This is the second time Liao Linjun heard Qin Jian play this narrative song on the piano again after a month, which was completely different from the last time she heard it.

This kind of complete difference is very intuitive, the most direct is the auditory feeling, although she doesn't want to admit it, but she has to say that she prefers the kind of treatment before Qin Jian in terms of processing.

It's a bright, skillful singing treatment that perfectly outlines every detail, and it's dazzling.

But at this time, Qin Jian's performance of this narrative song is more like a dying old man telling a story in an unadorned tone, an ordinary story, and it is difficult to find highlights from it.

But it is such a performance, but it is naturally not like words, and Liao Linjun didn't even find a little bit of a point about Qin Jian in the music.

If it comes to works and statements, then in her opinion, Qin Jian has done it.

In the face of such a performance, she had no way to give you an evaluation at the first time, she thought that maybe she would not be able to feel Qin Jian's expression until the end.

Or next? Or on a modern piano?

Unconsciously, Liao Linjun has already thought about a lot of questions along with the music.

Her mental activity is constantly changing, but the sound of the piano in her ears keeps telling in the same tone.

...

At the end of the song, no one could have imagined that the first person to applaud would be Old Harlem sitting in the first row.

The old man was the first to give applause, his eyes under the old frame were smiling, and the applause was full of cultivation.

Then the second and the third burst into applause.

Qin Jian got up, turned his face and bowed.

The moment he bent down, he saw a figure on the left side of the third row standing up, and then he got up and left the seat, a very elegantly dressed lady.

Then the second, then the third, then the fourth.

When he stood up, he continued to send off the fifth departing audience member with a smile.

Some people in the audience were surprised by the people who left next to them, and some people looked at the young people on the stage with encouraging eyes.

The doors of the church are open from the beginning, and everyone can come in and of course go out.

Qin Jian thanked the five departed people who listened to the first piece of his first Chopin recital.

He felt that he was playing well.

The recital continued, the applause fell, and Qin Jian sat down again.

Just as he sat down, a small figure crept in along the church door, and he didn't have time to wonder what this place was, but when he saw an empty seat, he hurried over and sat down cautiously.

At this moment, the little figure could finally take a closer look at what place this was.

This scene was still captured by Qin Jian's afterglow.

With a slight gaze, he smiled and lowered his hands, then raised them again.

Drop key.

1. Etude in A-flat major.

Shepherd Boy Piccolo.