Qin Jian smiled faintly, hung up his headphones, bent down to pick up large and small bags, turned around and left.
At this moment, his mood was not complicated.
No need to say more.
Everyone is on the road.
...
When Qin Jian returned to the hotel again, it was already dark.
I took a shower, set an alarm clock and went to sleep.
This sleep was the most peaceful sleep he had had since coming to Tokyo, so that when the alarm clock rang for the fourth time, he suddenly sat up from his dream.
The sheets beneath him were soaked with sweat.
At this time, the room was filled with warm eyes. Qin Jian raised his hand to wipe the sticky sweat on his forehead and looked in the direction of the window.
It's bright.
"nice weather."
"call."
I picked up the cell phone next to me and took a look, there were two text messages.
'He Jing: Check your luggage carefully again.'
''He Jing: Haven't gotten up yet?'
The most recent one was sent ten minutes ago.
"Sister, I'm going to take care of you now."
Throwing away his cell phone, Qin Jian jumped off the bed and stretched out comfortably.
Then he sneaked into the bathroom again.
‘Wow~~~~’
‘Wow~~~~’
...
ten minutes later.
Qin Jian organized his luggage and realized that there were quite a lot of things he needed to bring back. Apart from the things he brought for his family, the handmade gift box he brought for the fat man took up the most space, taking up five of the suitcase.
one part.
Coupled with the two tuxedos that had to be put in the box, there was no place for all the miscellaneous little things.
"Headache."
Qin Jian scratched his head, walked to the bed and poured out the contents of his backpack.
Sudden.
Among the scattered items, a long black box rolled out of the bag.
"This is?"
Qin Jian raised his eyebrows. He had no impression that he had ever bought such a thing.
Picking up the box, it was a pure black box with no logo on it.
And the moment he opened the box, a note fell out.
moment.
''The reward for first place,^^'
‘(Actually, I don’t know what style you like, this is it!)’
Looking at the two lines of unfamiliar handwriting in front of him, Qin Jian's eyes softened for just a moment and he turned his head to look to one side.
A watch is lying quietly in the box.
The matte black case, hands, strap, and pure white dial look simple and elegant.
"Thanks."
After folding the note and stuffing it back into the box, Qin Jian took out his watch.
He looked at his left hand and then his right hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he put the watch on his left wrist.
Then it got busy again.
...
It has been three days since the Asian competition ended, and the contestants and band judges from all over the world have left here one after another.
However, the buzz about the result of the last game has not yet dissipated.
The day after the competition, the official announced the final ranking results.
The young man from China won 13 votes with the outstanding performance of k491 and Zhong, the highest number of votes in the audience.
In the subsequent rankings, contestants from Japan, South Korea, Singapore, and Israel each received 12 votes.
This end result looks quite subtle.
The Chinese judging panel did not expect it, and the Japanese judging panel did not expect it even more.
After the results were announced, there was naturally a lot of heated discussion.
I even heard that there was some displeasure among the Japanese judging panel over the final result of the competition.
That night Nobuyuki announced his withdrawal from the Japan Piano Association, but no one knew the specific reason.
But early the next morning, while Qin Jian was still soundly asleep, Riegel, the current president of the Mozart Music Association, personally sent an invitation to Nobuyuki Toshii, hoping that he could attend the concert in Vienna in mid-May.
of the global finals and continues to serve as an international judge.
...
One thirty.
"Done."
Qin Jian clapped his hands back and forth, took a breath, stepped over the suitcase, took out the last bottle of plum wine from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
Ten minutes later, I checked out and left the hotel.
....
Two thirty-seven.
Tokyo Haneda International Airport.
'Fly to Yanjing...'
The announcement sounded in the waiting hall.
"Sister, don't talk anymore. I'm going to get on the plane. Well, okay, bye."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian pushed his suitcase and walked towards the boarding gate.
...
As the plane took off, the scene of the three people appeared in Qin Jian's mind again.
Duan Ran should be getting off the plane soon.
Uncle Bert doesn't know where he went again, or when we will see him next.
Looking at the smaller and smaller Tokyo city outside the window, Qin Jian suddenly felt sleepy again.
...
01:21 am Paris time.
It was late at night outside Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Only a few tourists came and went.
A tall and beautiful figure walked out of the airport pushing a suitcase.
The girl's haggard eyes swept over the unfamiliar environment outside the airport, and she was about to take out the phone after hesitation.
at this time.
"Duan Ran."
A calm middle-aged voice came.
When the girl heard the sound, she saw a well-dressed middle-aged man walking towards her.
The man's steps were steady and graceful, but his slightly serious eyes made people a little intimidated.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Looking at the girl in front of him, the corners of the man's eyes softened, "I have watched your game videos, they are very good."
After saying that, he reached out and took the suitcase from the girl's hand, and after a moment, he said, "Let's go."
The girl didn't say anything, she just nodded.
As the man got into a black car, the girl sat in the back seat, holding her mobile phone and chatting with the man.
'I'm here, don't worry!'
'You should hurry up and get on the plane.'
After sending the two messages, the girl's mood seemed to get better.
"Have you called your mother?" the man asked.
The girl lowered her head and said nothing.
"Be obedient and give me a beating." The man said again.
The girl put on her headphones impatiently and said, "Already called."
Looking at the girl in the rearview mirror, the man sighed helplessly, then stepped on the accelerator.
Soon, the car drove into a villa area.
....
quarter past five.
The flight from Tokyo to Yanjing landed smoothly.
Qin Jian took out his cell phone in confusion, and two unread messages instantly drove away his sleepiness.
Then he opened the screen and replied.
'You are actually faster than me?'
'I'm here too!'
moment.
The phone vibrated.
On the chat page, a picture was sent.
On a white dinner plate, there is a piece of steak that looks very appetizing.
Duan Duan Duan Duan: Qin Jian, I want to eat rice noodles.
Let it go: give it a chance and be obedient.
...
Walking on familiar land and listening to the familiar language in the airport lobby, Qin Jian pushed his suitcase briskly out of the airport.
As soon as you exit the airport gate.
From a distance, he could see Fang Zongyao leaning next to a black car and waving to him.
...
"Just tell me a place and make a special trip there."
Qin Jian didn't expect that the other party would drive to pick him up, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.