A joyful and spicy lunch ends with two women discussing how to maintain their figures.

After dinner, the two returned to school.

Before the first floor of the piano room was separated, Ye Yi asked He Jing if he was idle to change streets tonight, and He Jing asked Ye Yi to change the day.

So the two of them went back to their piano rooms and waited for the students who came to class in the afternoon.

The time of the two classes passed in a flash.

...

After class in the afternoon, He Jing hurried back to Yangcheng.

At a quarter past five, a family of three drove to the old man's house.

Tonight, Grandma Qin Jian was full of dumplings.

According to the usual practice, at a dinner like tonight, He Jing will definitely make a video call to Qin Jian.

Today is no exception.

The five of them had just eaten a few bites of rice, and Qin Jian's grandfather hurriedly urged He Jing to say, "Jingjing, hurry up and send a video to Qin Jian." ”

"Okay, grandpa, wait a minute," He Jing put down his chopsticks, took out his mobile phone and dialed a video for Qin Jian, and then handed the mobile phone to Old Man Fang.

The video was quickly connected.

"Ah, Grandpa.. Grandpa.."

"Grandpa!"

Qin Jian's face just vaguely appeared on the mobile phone screen, and then Qin Jian's intermittent voice came.

Old Man Fang saw his eldest grandson again through the screen, and he was very happy for a while, so he hurriedly picked up a plate of dumplings at hand and said loudly to the camera: "The dumplings made by your grandmother are still hot, come and eat!"

Qin Jian's mouth opened in the mobile phone: "Grandpa, you feed me!"

Qin Jian's words made the family happy.

The dumplings were definitely not edible, but Qin Jian said a few words to his family one by one, and finally the phone returned to He Jing's hands.

"How's the big star song preparing? I haven't seen any movement lately. ”

Looking at Qin Jian who was sitting in the piano room on the screen, He Jing quipped.

Qin Jian sighed on the screen, "Alas, sister, are you not...".

The video was stuck, and Qin Jian opened his mouth and stared at the screen with his eyes open, motionless in despair.

A moment later, the video was hung up, and Qin Jian's phone came.

He Jing picked it up.

"Sister, you don't know——。 “

A two-minute complaint followed.

He Jing deeply understands Qin Jian's hardships, and she has just experienced the selection of competition repertoire not long ago, especially for the repertoire that the two of them want to play.

She hesitated for a long time about the final repertoire of the Fifty States Piano Competition, and finally submitted the Second Concerto almost at the deadline for submission, and her best intention was to go to a Rhapsody on a Paganini theme.

He Jing: "What did Senior Sister say?"

Qin Jian: "Sister Lin Jun let me decide for myself." “

He Jing sighed, and it is true that the decision on the repertoire of the competition has to be decided by oneself in the end, especially this kind of top-level international competition.

The choice of the track can almost affect the final result.

He Jing: "Don't worry, there is still time, think about it again." ”

Qin Jian also sighed: "Alas, by the way, sister, I'm going to call you later today, have you got your parents' passports?"

He Jing: "Don't worry about this, I'll tell you in advance when the time comes." ”

Qin Jian: "Okay sister, I know, then you can eat quickly, I see that you have just started eating." ”

He Jing: "Well, you can practice the piano quickly, call me if you have anything." ”

Qin Jian: "Mmmm, don't worry, it's hanging." ”

He Jing: "Bye." ”

Qin Jian: "Bye." ”

...

Putting away the phone, Qin Jian sighed to himself again, and then fell into thought again.

What happened to him in this recent part is really the opposite of the one before coming to Bergen.

During his last years in the country, he struggled every day about choosing the sonata repertoire for the third round, and he didn't know which one to choose because he didn't call for all three.

Now he is once again caught up in the final round of repertoire selection, this time with the problem that he likes both concertos.

Needless to say, no matter which of the three movements, they all touched him in the midnight dream.

In Qin Jian's mind, Xiao Yi is a moving poem.

Especially the second movement.

As Chopin himself described this movement, 'it is romantic, serene and rather melodious, and it expresses the impression that people gaze at the moving scenery and evoke fond memories in their hearts, as if in a dream under the moonlight on a charming spring night.' ’

This beautiful feeling fascinated Qin Jian.

He had a strong desire to express himself about the work, and he wanted to express something that he had never heard in any version.

If he can reach the final finals, he wants to play his understanding of Xiao Yi to everyone.

This is from his point of view of the track itself.

From the perspective of the selection of songs in the competition, Xiao Yi's probability of 'winning' is far higher than that of Xiao Er, which is the history of the Chopin Competition.

Almost all previous Chopin champions have chosen 'Xiao Yi,' which sounds more like a tradition, but it seems to be the case.

The winner is the answer given by the figures on the judges' bench, and nearly a quarter of the big names on the judges' bench are winners of previous Chopin competitions.

Qin Jian had to consider their final preferences, what if they preferred those who chose 'Xiao Yi'?

But.

For Xiao Er, Qin Jian has an inexplicable affection.

When Qin Jian first learned that the background of Xiao Er's work was that Chopin fell into an unrequited love before writing it, he became very interested in this work.

Because the heroine of this unrequited love is not George Sand, but an ordinary vocal girl from the conservatory.

You must know that Chopin wrote only two piano concertos in his life, one of which was written for the girl.

This had to make Qin Jian interested.

As he continued to dig deeper, Qin Jian found a copy of Chopin's letter among the materials he collected.

In the letter, Chopin wrote: 'For half a year, I have dreamed of her [vocal girl] almost every night, but I still haven't communicated with her for half a sentence, and I have written the Adagio in the midst of my thoughts of her. ’

So Qin Jian listened to Xiao Er's Adagio again with this emotion, and then he fell.

Although there are many opinions in the history of music, some critics say that this work is a farewell gift left by Chopin to his homeland before he decided to go to France, and some historians say that this work is Chopin describing his first love.

Qin Jian knew that Chopin was gone, and Qin Jian didn't care whether Chopin fell in love with this schoolgirl in the end or not, but he was sure that he did feel a strong taste of crush from the Adagio movement of this work.

Sour, swollen, itchy.

"It feels so wonderful. ”

Qin Jian also wanted to perform this passage on the field.

It's just that you can't have both fish and bear's paws, and here I won't say which one is a bear's paw, but you can only choose one of them and can't change it.

Before dinner, Qin Jian went through the second movement of Xiao Er's Concerto one last time, and then left the piano room.

After dinner, he found the old bartender who was busy in the shop.

"Uncle, has the piano I ordered arrived?"