Chapter 230 The Movement of the Six Little Flowers of Huayun
Fang Zongyao took Qin Jian's luggage and put it in the trunk, turned around and said with a smile, "Let's go, someone will treat us to dinner tonight."
"Ah? Who is it?"
Qin Jian was a little confused and said, after all, the two of them didn't seem to have any third-party interactions before going to Tokyo.
"You'll know when we get there."
Fang Zongyao sat in the driving position, and Qin Jian sat aside.
The car started and soon drove off the airport expressway.
"How many days will you stay in Yanjing?"
"Leave tomorrow morning."
.....
Forty minutes later, the car stopped at a parking lot next to Fuwangjing Street.
Under Fang Zongyao's guidance, the two of them came to a nearby old copper pot to cook mutton.
In spring in Yanjing, the weather has already warmed up.
As soon as you enter the store, you can feel the heat from the copper pot.
The two of them arrived at the door of a small private room on the second floor.
When he opened the door, a familiar figure was sitting at the table playing with a bracelet.
Feng Ziyan.
It turned out to be this little fat guy. Qin Jian recalled the scene where the other party was looking for a belt backstage last time. It seemed that Fang Zongyao and him had known each other for a long time.
"Ah ha, you came here quite quickly? I thought you would have to wait in traffic on the highway for a while."
Feng Ziyan smiled and threw the bracelet on the table, then welcomed the two of them in and shouted to the door.
"Serve the pot."
.....
After a while, the waiter brought up a copper pot and added pieces of charcoal into it.
While the three of them were chatting, the entire table was filled with plates of all sizes.
"By the way, where is Duan Ran?"
Feng Ziyan asked suddenly as he added vegetables to the pot.
Fang Zongyao also looked at Qin Jian. He, who had never gossiped, was a little curious at this time. After all, in his impression, Qin Jian and Duan Ran were almost inseparable in Tokyo, and they seemed to live in the same hotel.
"She went to Paris." Qin Jian sighed, "She will leave tonight."
"Paris?" Fang Zongyao interrupted, "Why did you suddenly go to Paris?"
"She is going to take the National School of Paris," Qin Jian said, holding a piece of hot meat, looking at the two people's eyes and smiling, "You two eat, don't just look at me."
"Why are you leaving so early?" Fang Zongyao asked. He was anxious to return home to prepare for going abroad. It seemed that this time was a bit early.
"Probably to prepare in advance."
The conversation in the taxi came to Qin Jian's mind again.
He was still a little confused about this issue until now.
Shen Qingci said that Duan Ran would go to France only after finishing the competition in Vienna, but Duan Ran didn't mention much about studying abroad, just to reassure himself.
Maybe her plan changed in the second half of the game.
Qin Jian sighed and thought no more, "Where are you two? Do you have any plans?"
"I plan to take the Curtis test," Feng Ziyan said, frowning, "Damn, English is so difficult to learn. After our last competition, I was thrown into a completely closed tutoring class by my father.
, I just studied all day long and didn’t even have to touch the piano.”
"Curtis?"
Qinjian suddenly remembered that Zhao Yinuo and Xia Nazi were at Curtis, "Isn't Zhao Yinuo at the Curtis Institute of Music now?"
Feng Ziyan chuckled and his little eyes flashed, "Yeah, you know~~"
Seeing Feng Ziyan's wretched look, Qin Jian also smiled, "I understand, I wish you good luck."
Qin Jian's words haven't finished yet.
"wrong!"
"Wait a minute," Feng Ziyan suddenly reacted and asked quickly, "How do you know she is in Curtis?!"
"Don't be nervous. When I accompanied my friend to take the art exam at Haiyuan a few years ago, I happened to meet her outside the exam room."
"She returned to China years ago!?" Feng Ziyan's widened eyes still looked small.
"Shouldn't you ask her this question?" Qin Jian smiled and looked at Fang Zongyao again, "What about you?"
"Juilliard School of Music, I have contacted you some time ago. I will leave at the end of May." Fang Zongyao replied.
Qin Jian nodded, "Then you won't take the college entrance examination?"
"I won't take the exam anymore. I'm leaving directly. What about you, will you come back after the Vienna competition? I heard from Teacher Fu that the Vienna University of Arts and Performance seems to have taken away your information."
moment.
"We'll see when the time comes. It's possible to stay there temporarily or return to China."
Qin Jian still hasn't thought clearly about this issue.
However, whether abroad or at home, in the next six months to one year, you must go all out professionally.
Regardless of the depth of the repertoire and playing skills, I still fall far behind.
"Go back to China? Do you want to study at university in China?"
Feng Ziyan was a little puzzled by Qin Jian's answer. In his subconscious, Qin Jian should be the one who should least choose to stay in the country among the six people. At the Huayun Competition, a Paganini theme was played
Rhapsody has explained all the problems.
"It's possible, let's talk about it then." Qin Jian nodded.
If Shen Qingci really will return to China to teach after the Mozart Competition is over as he said, then this may not be a choice for him at this stage.
For a moment, the private room became quiet, leaving only the heat in the room.
"Okay, let's not just talk about it, let's get down to it, shall we?"
Fang Zongyao said, taking a bottle of white wine from the side and looking at Qin Jian, "White wine, okay?"
"no problem."
"Come!"
The three little ones of Huayun are reunited.
“Wish everyone good luck this year!”
"cheers!"
"cheers!"
....
At ten o'clock sharp.
At the door of the hot pot restaurant, Fang Zongyao looked at Qin Jian apologetically, "Then I won't give it to you. I'll send this thing back first."
Feng Ziyan, who was leaning on Fang Zongyao, was no longer sober.
"It's okay." Qin Jian was also a little embarrassed. It was his first time drinking with Feng Ziyan and he didn't expect such a result.
Three people worked together to produce two and a half bottles of white wine in three hours. If Feng Ziyan hadn't been on the verge of death, this situation probably wouldn't have been over.
"It's okay. You should go back quickly. Remember to call me again if you come to Yanjing before the end of May." Fang Zongyao said, helping Feng Ziyan to leave.
"come on."
When the two figures disappeared at the intersection of the parking lot, Qin Jian turned around and hailed a taxi.
...
Twenty minutes later.
The car stopped at the entrance of the Coffee Table Piano House. Qin Jian got out of the car and took a look around.
Then we came to the Eight Days Inn across the road.
A standard room was opened.
After taking a shower, I lay on the bed and chatted with Duan Ran for a while before falling asleep.
A night of silence
...
Early the next morning, we boarded the train back to Nanshi.
At 11 o'clock at noon, we returned to Shui Mo Yuan.
There is a familiar smell when you enter the house, and the furnishings are as neat as ever.
After putting down his luggage, Qin Jian called He Jinghe's home to report that he was safe.
Then I worked hard for an hour cleaning the dust in the house.
...
"call."
"It's time to make a plan."
After coming to the desk and sitting down, Qin Jian took out his notebook and pen.