Wandering and exile as an act of exile does have a mournful gesture in it, and from a certain point of view, Chinese poetry and Polish Mazurka do have something in common in them-

"Homesickness?"

Qin Jian once again summed up his understanding in one word.

Old Man Fu nodded and sighed: "Chopin's music seems to me to be a kind of hometown feeling, and more deeply is an infinite regret, a helpless sadness, and an endless nostalgia. ”

"Since he left Poland, knowing that he will never return, this endless nostalgia and regret have followed him. ”

"We listen to him, listen to the life of genius, the more beautiful it is, the more regretful it is. ”

Speaking of this, Old Man Fu sighed again.

Moment.

"It's also more beautiful because of regret. ”

Qin Jian added, and a smile crept into the corners of Old Man Fu's wrinkled eyes.

Qin Jian grabbed the glimmer of inspiration in his mind, and then said in a self-questioning tone: "Actually, think about it, Chopin's singing melody is different from any kind of square and symmetrical melodic structure in traditional Western music. ”

"Its linearity seems to be more in line with the aesthetics of the East, and the elastic speed in it is like the freehand blank space in our poetry, painting and calligraphy. ”

"How so?"

"A few lines can draw the loneliness of the rivers and mountains, simple but not simple, there are scenes, expressions, and prophecies in the lines. ”

Qin Jian wasn't sure if he had expressed his thoughts, but he did have such a picture in his mind.

Seeing that Qin Jian didn't say anything anymore, Old Man Fu got up and sat down in front of the piano, and Qin Jian got up and followed aside.

Quietly watched as a pair of big hands full of vicissitudes and wrinkles were placed on the keys.

A moment later, Chopin's mazurka sounded.

...

"I see. ”

...

It was already afternoon when Qin Jian left the old man's house, and he left with a different mood.

Not to mention the harvest on the piano, just the group photos that the old man showed him after lunch made him feel that he had gained a lot.

Young Argerich was really beautiful, and the old man introduced him to the old judges he had met in the arena one by one.

This made Qin Jian have more respect for them in his heart.

"Next time you see Argerich, please take me to say hello to her. ”

Qin Jian still remembered Old Man Fu's tone when he said this, as well as the memories in his eyes that were hidden in the turbidity.

I think there's a story in that, too.

So although Qin Jian responded, he planned to wait until all the games were over before helping the old man bring this sound, in case there was really something hidden in it...

Right.

Not only did he look at the photos, but Old Man Fu also chatted with Qin Jian about a lot of other topics, such as the old man was very concerned about whether Qin Jian and Fang Zongyao and others were in constant contact, Qin Jian told the truth, everyone is now very good friends, which made the old man very satisfied.

"Qin Jian, the future is your stage, but wherever you go, you must remember where your roots are. ”

Liao Linjun also said something similar to Qin Jian.

Even if no one says it to him, he will always remember it.

Before leaving, the old man told him to continue to do the translation of literature, like an admonition, but also a little please.

In the end, Qin Jian bowed across the door in response to the old man.

...

At half past ten in the evening, Qin Jian left the piano room.

After returning to the dormitory, Qin Jian looked at the recent ticket after completing the translation of the documents, but did not find a direct flight to Bergen, he had to go to Oslo, the capital of Norway, first.

Probably flipped through it, and he almost knew it in his heart.

The next afternoon, as soon as he finished the practice, he received a message from He Jing.

The message is filled with a joy in every word.

He Jing made it to the list of fifteen finalists, and the final finals will be held in a week.

In this regard, Qin Jian naturally called over to congratulate him.

"Come on, sister, wait for your good news. ”

Qin Jian didn't care what kind of results He Jing could achieve, as long as He Jing was doing what she wanted to do, he would be happy for the other party.

Four days went by in a flash.

In four days, Qin Jian booked a plane ticket, ordered a repertoire, and ordered a box of rice noodles.

Qin Jian still chose the second sonata in the final sonata selection, this choice was not because he had a clear preference at the end, of course, he didn't really draw lots.

The reason why he chose the second number is because he decided on the mazurka after that.

On the day he left the house, he had already made it clear that he wanted to choose No. 41 Mazurka, which revolved around Chopin's Second Sonata, composed by Chopin in the same year.

Probably because of a sense of mission with a sense of connection with the work, Qin Jian felt that he should play this one.

So far, all the selections of the three rounds of Qin Jian's main competition have lasted for a month, and they have finally been decided on the penultimate day before the deadline.

Looking back, it's really not easy.

After experiencing hesitation, confusion, frustration, obstruction, pessimism, and finally the reorganization of ideas, Qin Jian can be regarded as experiencing a growth brought about by choice in a real sense.

On the night of submitting the tracks, Shen Qingci said to Qin Jian: "Now that you have made the final choices, let's spend the rest of the time to perfect them as much as possible." ”

That night, Qin Jian and Shen Qingci got drunk at the fuge bar, but in fact, in terms of the amount of alcohol, the two have never been different.

This time it can be regarded as finally seeing the last understanding.

When Qin Jian opened his eyes, it was in a strange room, he was lying on an unfamiliar bed, and the clothes on his body were still there.

Rubbing his aching temples, he remembered that he was drinking with Shen Qingci last night.

He didn't know what happened next.

Out of the room, Qin Jian recognized at a glance that this was Shen Qingci's house, and he followed the sonorous sound of the spatula to the dining room, and at this time a dish was already set on the table.

"Uh~"

The winner is decided.

...

However, this was only the first meal before he left, the penultimate day before he took off, the main staff of the club in the spring of Figaro gathered, and Qin Jian was an indispensable meal, although the name was a dinner, but Qin Jian knew that this was the practice wine that everyone held for him.

In the end, Ning Qianxia toasted Qin Jian with a glass of wine on behalf of everyone.

"Hope everything goes well, we are waiting for you to return triumphantly. ”

...

What surprised him the most was that after the evening was over, he received a call that he had not been in a long time, and he had just called this number not long ago to bring a pot

"Brother, I'm at the gate of your school. ”

Qin Jian hadn't just arrived at the dormitory and hadn't yet laid down, so he went out with his mobile phone.

Under the street lamp at the school gate, looking at the chubby figure from a distance, Qin Jian felt that he could go on the road with peace of mind. ‘

A long night of chatting.

The fat man is all right.

The next morning, Qin Jian went back to the dormitory and picked up the packed luggage, and left without alarming anyone.

...

15:36 p.m., outside Yenching International Airport.

"Dad, I'm going to get on the plane. ”

"Well, don't worry. ”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian turned around and hugged the fat man firmly.

"Gone. ”

"Come on, brother. ”

The fat man teaches the box lever

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