He Jing didn't have anything important, that is, when she got home last night, she heard Fang Xuehua say that Qin Jian was homesick, so today she called Qin Jian at the time when he was about to go to bed.

In a few words, she really felt that Qin Jian was homesick.

"Do you want to come back from the festival and rest for a while, the progress of the course on Senior Sister's side should be almost over, right?"

Qin Jian: "Forget it, it is estimated that it will take a while, sister, when will you go back to school?"

He Jing: "It's still undecided, what's wrong?"

Qin Jian calculated the time, and then asked, "Are you here for the Chopin Competition?"

He Jing smiled on the phone, "Of course, but you have to hold on a little longer, don't swim in one round." “

It seemed that He Jing would come, Qin Jian was relieved: "By the way, sister, you have recently accompanied your parents to get your passports, whether they come or not, we will make preparations in advance." ”

He Jing: "My family was still talking about this last night, so you can rest assured about the passport." ”

Qin Jian is responsible for watching the tickets, and He Jing is responsible for accompanying the two adults to apply for passports.

Clear division of labor.

After answering this call, Qin Jian can be regarded as another matter.

He wants to be seen by his family on the world's most prestigious stage.

...

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian didn't have any thoughts, not long after he washed up and went to bed, Duan Ran's side was over.

Qin Jian ended early today, and the two of them had time to video again.

Sometimes it's a very pleasant thing to just turn on the video and not speak, because Duan Ran is good-looking, so Qin Jian thinks so.

But tonight's Duan Ran spoke strangely.

There was a feeling of 'I know something you don't know, but I just won't tell you.'"

"What's wrong?" Qin Jian asked bluntly the sensitivity in his heart, "What's the situation, is there something wrong with you." ”

Duan Ran pinched the hair next to his left ear and chuckled, "You're going to the Bells Music Festival tomorrow, right?" ”

"yes, you didn't know about it a long time ago. Qin Jian felt very strange, and then looked at Duan Ran's expression biting his lip on the screen, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had caught something, his heart was hot, and he said in surprise: "Won't it?!"

Duan Ran's little head tilted, "Huh?"

The more Qin Jian thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, "You will come this time!"

"Haha. Duan Ran snorted, "How can I go, I have class tomorrow, you forgot!"

"Uh-" Qin Jian instantly felt bored.

Seemingly satisfied with Qin Jian's disappointed expression, Duan Ran paused, "I'm not going, but-"

"My dad is going tomorrow tomorrow. ”

Qin Jian didn't react for a while, only to hear Duan Ran continue: "And I told him that you will go too." ”

Petrification.

Qin Jian was stunned.

Moment.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh~"

...

...

August 8th, the first day of the Bergen Summer International Classical Music Festival.

The entire downtown area is immersed in a sea of music.

It is a real ocean of music, Qin Jian has not stopped the melody and rhythm since he entered the city at 13:24 at noon.

He sat in the passenger seat of an open-top classic car and saw a variety of street performances along the way.

It was all kinds, he saw the marching orchestra in Edinburgh, and the opera Rosenkavalier performed on a makeshift stage at the entrance of the mall, and the performance was actually performed by the Norwegian National Radio Theatre.

The audience under the stage makes it difficult to distinguish between the audience and the tourists.

But the whole street is described by an apt idiom - a sea of people,

The car finally stopped moving, and the old bartender parked the car at the mouth of an alley.

Old bartender: "We'll just walk the rest of the way." “

After getting off the bus, on the way to the main venue of the festival, Qin Jian experienced another flash mob of the military band of 'Colonel Poki', and the old bartender told him that these personnel were all teachers and students of the Bergen Conservatory.

Qin Jian did not attend a music festival, and the last music festival he had before was 'Chopin and His International Music Festival', but he returned to China without catching up.

But this time he really caught up with a hot, ongoing classical music festival.

It was also the first time that Qin Jian felt the musical atmosphere of a city of music on the street to this extent.

He had never seen such a boiling scene in Vienna.

"Shocking. “

Listening to the front and back, left and right, looking at the various performance forms in all directions, Qin Jian sighed.

"If you have the chance, you should go to Leipzig to see Bach's music festival, 24 hours of day and night carnival, only Bach music in all its forms," the old bartender leaned into Qin Jian's ear and added, "and beer, of course." ”

Leipzig, Bach's hometown.

Needless to say, the old bartender would definitely make a pilgrimage to this place.

"Uncle, is the Bells Festival in honor of Grieg?" Qin Jian made an association from the old bartender's words, "like the Bach Festival in Leipzig?"

"No, no," said the old bartender, shaking his head, "Grieg did brand the city of Bergen with classical music, but this festival had nothing to do with him. ”

"The festival originated as a victory in a war, but has since been reduced to routine and shameless sightseeing promotions. ”

Qin Jian listened to the popular science in the first half well, but how could he hear that the taste suddenly changed in the back.

The old bartender saw that Qin Jian was silent, and put his arm around his shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, there will be something different this time." ”

Qin Jian's mouth pursed, he wanted to say that he didn't feel depressed at all, but he was still curious about what would be different this time: "For example?"

The old bartender threw a wink at the blonde beauty who passed by the two, and then turned his head to look at Qin Jian: "Because of me, I'm here with you." ”

Qin Jian: ...

The noise and music around them grew louder and louder, and the old and the young soon disappeared into the flowing crowd.

There is still an hour and a half before the start of the first event.

The two were less than a kilometre away from the venue, so they had plenty of time to enjoy the shameless but hilarious street warm-up ceremony.

In the direction of the flow of the crowd, from time to time, there can be a few neatly dressed people, or people with musical instruments on their backs, or people with headphones and music scores in their hands, some of them walking in front of Qin Jian and the others, and some following behind Qin Jian.

What they all have in common is that they've been heading north.

At the end of the street to the north is a large square.

A pure percussion performance is being staged in the square, and various drum sounds are composed of different speeds and rhythms, and even a non-musical performance is performed to create a sense of gorgeous music.

Not far from the show, is a sculpture.

Qin Jian: "Is that sculpture in the middle of the square Grieg?"

Old bartender: "Isn't it very tall?" ”

Qin Jian: "Yes." ”

Old bartender: "Grieg is a short man. ”

Qin Jian: "Okay, what are you talking about?"

Old bartender: "What's that?"

The two made their way through the crowd to the square.

To the south of the square, next to the Grieg Concert Hall, the Opps Hotel is the destination of their trip ——— one of the main venues of the festival.

...

Opus Grand Hotel reception.

Qin Jian: "Uncle, aren't we going back to live in Qinfang these days?"

The old bartender looked at Qin Jian strangely, and then his eyes were attracted by the high heels and laughter coming from the hotel gate.

Qin Jian's gaze also followed the old bartender, and he saw two foreign girls carrying luggage and holding delicate musical instrument bags.

Judging from the shape of the instrument bags in their hands, Qin Jian guessed that one was a violin, and the other should be a clarinet or oboe.

"Why go back?"

The old bartender nodded critically, "We're not leaving, but we can't squeeze into one room, Jian." ”

Qin Jian: "?"