Feng Ziyan, who ended the game, was also relieved, he felt that his final performance was okay, at least at a normal level.

Walking out of the corridor backstage of the arena, there were few people in the lobby of the Warsaw Concert Hall.

Zhao Yinuo, who was waiting, saw him walk out and walked up head-on.

Today she looked a little gentler, smiled and gave Feng Xiaopang a touch of the head.

"Let's go, sister, I'll invite you to watch a movie tonight. ”

Feng Ziyan was stunned for a moment, "Don't you want to ask me how I played?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Zhao Yinuo smiled, "I believe in you." ”

"Ahh Feng Ziyan was a little uncomfortable with this kind of conversation, "I... I"

"Don't me, go!"

Feng Ziyan was dragged out of the lobby by Zhao Yinuo, and the condensed milk box at night was already filled with national flags representing players from all over the world, and the green neon reflected the patterns on the national flag.

The two walked through the flag-adorned arch and exited the Warsaw Concert Hall.

The streets were as full of traffic as ever, except for the large billboards about the 17th Chopin Competition.

"I think I played okay today. ”

"I know. ”

As the last contestant in today's second game, Feng Ziyan is still under a lot of pressure, and Zhao Yinuo, who has been waiting outside, is also very clear about this.

Take a look at today's co-players in front of him.

A talented pianist from Israel with a high reputation in the Arab region, Korg, an already famous concert player.

Ivanov, a Russian player named by the Russian Propaganda Department, has just won the first place in the Romantic work at last year's Shostakovich Piano Competition.

There is also Chinese-American pianist Liang Kecheng, strictly speaking, this player should also be Zhao Yinuo's brother, Liang Kecheng studied piano under Zhou Rong in primary and secondary school, and was later admitted to the Montreal Conservatory to study under Andrea Lampard, and won the gold medal in the 2012 All Canada Piano Competition.

In this crowd of players entered, you can think of the pressure of Feng Ziyan.

What's more, his main direction of attack is already on the road of jazz piano.

...

However, inside the field

...

Feng Ziyan came out. At the dining table, Duan Ran gently put down his mobile phone.

Qin Jian stopped his pen, looked up and asked, "How is it?"

Yinuo said that he was in good shape after he came out. Duan Ran said.

"That's good. Qin Jian nodded, "Now it's just the two of us." ”

"Yes," Duan Ran took over, "I hope we can all pass." ”

"Yes. Qin Jian lowered his head and continued to work, "Bring two bottles of beer." ”

"Obey," Duan Ran took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and put them in Qin Jian's hand, bowed his head and said, "Then I'll go to bed first." ”

"Hmm. Qin Jian patted the back of her hand.

The translation work, which had been interrupted for a few days, was picked up again by Qin Jian, and in essence, there was no actual conflict between the two matters of preparing for the competition and translating the literature.

Especially in this new paragraph, Nirgozi has already talked about the differences and commonalities between the Russian piano and the French piano, in which the names of Frederick and Franz began to appear frequently.

"How should this paragraph be titled?"

'Chopin and his four disciples?'

Looking at the content of the literature, Qin Jian hesitated for a moment and wrote down these words.

...

In a cheap hotel on the outskirts of Warsaw, Ido had already slept.

In his sleep, he looked extraordinarily quiet, and under his delicate face, his long eyelashes blinking from time to time seemed to be having some interesting dreams.

In the dim light of the bathroom, the elder Assad was holding the phone with a frown, and the other end of the phone was tirelessly talking something.

After a few last hesitations.

"Then I'll trouble you, old friend. ”

Old Assad spoke fluent German.

After hanging up the phone, he returned to his room and looked at the sleeping young man on the bed, his eyes full of complexity.

Sometimes there is tenderness and smile, sometimes there is pain and struggle.

He abandoned his plan to return to Syria with Ido tomorrow afternoon, choosing to follow the advice of his old friend.

"Allah will bless you, son. ”

After a moment, he took off his shoes and slowly lay down. Green

Smelling the musty smell of the damp room, he closed his eyes.

At least here, he didn't have to worry about being woken up in the middle of the night by artillery fire.

...

Early the next morning, when Duan Ran woke up, Qin Jian was still asleep, and gently took away the big hand that was pressing on her, and she got up from the bed.

At 10:47, Duan Ran glanced at his mobile phone, got out of bed lightly and moved his body.

This is supposed to be the first time the two of them have slept through the morning since they came to Warsaw.

After a simple wash, Duan Ran opened the wardrobe and took out Qin Jian's dress, shoes and socks.

I rearranged and wiped it again.

This afternoon, it's time for Qin Jian to play.

At half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Jian woke up.

This night, he slept very well.

Take a bath, eat

At 14:15, there are less than three hours left before the start of the second session of the day.

Qin Jian came to the piano and sat down, and for the next two hours he didn't press a single note, just sat in a daze.

Although Duan Ran was curious, he didn't bother him out of the blue.

Until half past four, Qin Jian faded out of his state as usual.

Duan Ran saw him stand up, and then asked, "How is it, have you found your state?"

Qin Jian smiled, "The main thing is to sleep well." ”

"Besides, you pig actually slept at the right time, change your clothes, it's time for us to go." ”

"Hmm. ”

Qin Jian changed his clothes, and the two left the hotel and headed towards the Warsaw Concert Hall.

When I arrived, it was just in time for the start of the second session.

Compared to the slightly noisy outside the door of the concert hall, the lobby is a little quieter today, although there are quite a few people gathered.

At a glance, you can clearly distinguish which are the contestants and which are the escorts.

Among the contestants, Qin Jian did not find any old acquaintances or players who were rumored to be very popular before the game.

However, this does not mean that there will not be one or two dark horses among these players.

Duan Ran picked a quiet place, sat down with Qin Jian and waited.

Unlike other players who were secretly reciting scores or walking around to release their anxiety, Qin Jian looked back and forth as if he was nothing.

However, his left hand was not noticeable, and Duan Ran's palm became his keyboard.

An hour passed quickly.

"It's my turn. ”

Qin Jian got up, and Duan Ran smiled and stretched out his small fist.

As if it was an acquaintance, Qin Jian bumped into it with his big fist, and then put away his smile and walked towards the corridor.

His eyes are full of firmness, and his steps are calm.

"Come on. ”

Looking at Qin Jian's back, Duan Ran silently cheered for the other party.

...

At this moment, the last contestant has left, and the three staff members are doing a piano swap on stage.

The judges' bench in the audience was dark, and only the incandescent lights on their seats were connected together, emitting a faint light.

The person standing on the stage cannot see them clearly.

With the departure of the staff, the judges invariably cut the scoring table in front of them to the No. 21 contestant.

"Number 21. ”

Looking at the introduction on the score sheet, Argerich showed a kind smile again, she was full of expectations for every contestant from Huaguo, which had nothing to do with her Huaguo ex-husband.

Before that, she had formed a strong friendship with a Chinese man because of the Chopin competition.

She thinks it's a friendship that the world doesn't understand.

That's when it happened.

Boom, boom, boom, footsteps on the stage were heard.

Argerich looked up.