After the Huayun competition, the six small teams representing the future development of the Chinese piano went their separate ways.
Standing at the first crossroads of adulthood, they left the home with their parents and embarked on a new journey with their dreams.
This moment is like a small rest in the first movement of life.
In the middle of the video, six people were talking to each other, resting, and thinking through a thin screen.
After the rest, life still has to go on.
"We will have a good gathering after everyone returns to China during the New Year."
"good."
"Bye, Yinuo,"
"Bye, Duan Duan, you two go finish your meal quickly."
"You two, please be safe~"
"Hahaha, let's stop talking. The four of us have to get up early tomorrow."
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There is a "ding" sound and the video hangs up.
"Why."
Duan Ran sighed quietly.
"What's wrong?" Qin Jian asked.
Duan Ranxiao: "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt very good. It felt like everyone was busy with their own things. Speaking of which, I really miss the experience of us playing together. Although everyone didn't talk much at that time, today
You can talk about it for so long..."
"Well, how should I put it, it is, it is..."
Qin Jian also laughed, "What is that?"
Duan Ran said: "I just hope that everyone can continue to be well."
"Yes." Qin Jian nodded, "By the way, when did you get up?"
Duan Ran blushed when he heard this, "I won't tell you."
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On the twenty-third day after arriving in Salzburg, Qin Jianjue spent most of his time in this cabin, except for the planned trip.
There are only two things I do all day long, sitting in front of the piano, or sitting at the small wooden table next to the piano.
Or practice piano.
Or write and draw on the staff paper, Duan Ran laughed and called it "the master's composing time."
Duan Ran will sit in front of the piano and practice Chopin when Qin Jian is not using the piano. Like the other four, she will also participate in the 18th Chopin Competition.
During this period, Riegel called her and asked her if she would come back to attend Chopin's master class. She politely declined, and this refusal had nothing to do with wanting to stay in Salzburg.
Duan Ran has his own understanding of Chopin.
This understanding stems from the mark in adulthood. In Shen Qingci's words - "If a beautiful and young Chinese girl sits in front of the piano and plays Chopin's A major Polonaise in a very Xiaojiabiyu style, she will
There may also be a heroic side in his heart."
Duan Ran likes to practice the piano in such an environment. The rustle of paper and pen beside her makes her feel at ease. The mountains outside the window on one side give her a broad view. This dreamlike paradise once made her wish that time could stop.
at that moment.
Although the wooden house is small, life is enough if there is one person beside you, a piano in front of you, and a bed behind you.
Love is afraid of hesitation.
Duan Ran hurriedly embarked on a trip to Hamburg, and what she gained exceeded her imagination.
At least this journey made her certain of one thing.
Something that made her feel lucky.
One thing that made her completely reassured and determined to continue along this journey - she was indeed serious about Qin Jian.
Although I have not experienced the prosperity of the world, I have not experienced changes in personnel.
But so what.
Flowers that bloom for one season will eventually fade.
The answers to the future are left to the future, and cherish the present moment.
Without the right to choose birth, fighting for the right to choose life is the path Duan Ran chose.
Even if it is a long and fruitless road.
The gradual change in mentality caused some changes in her relationship with Qin Jian.
As time passes day by day, the top of Mount Unst in the distance outside the window has become completely white.
This made Qin Jian, who had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room outside the door of the hut, suffer for several days. Winter was coming, and it was extremely cold in the small living room.
When he first came to the ranch, Qin Jian took a fancy to this small wooden house on the mountainside. According to locals, this small house once provided a refuge for the writer Zweig to rest his soul during World War II.
So he made a prompt decision and rented this place at a very high price.
No one thought that this stop would lead to winter.
One cold and windy night, Qin Jian was lying on the sofa covered with a coat, tossing and turning.
Suddenly the bedroom door squeaked open.
After this heart-stopping 'squeak' sound.
a long time.
Then there was another "squeak" sound that made the heart beat even more.
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That night.
The two of them sat together for most of the night, wrapped in a huge white quilt, half a meter apart like two big rice dumplings, under the dim light.
Listening to the tender music on the old record player, listening to the mountain breeze outside the window, we chatted about the Magic Flute and Mozart, Schumann and Clara, music and life.
While chatting, someone fell asleep first.
No one knows who fell asleep first.
What accompanied Duan Ran from his dream was the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto.
If Beethoven made Duan Ran form a certain emotional connection with Qin Jian, then Rachmaninoff completely made Qin Jian enter her heart.
The lilac that never fades.
Duan Ran likes Rachmaninoff played by Qin Jian.
Qin Jian has been practicing Rachmaninov for a long time recently, and she knew that Qin Jian was quietly preparing for a seminar on his works.
The wind outside the window is still blowing.
The dim and huge gray tunes in the room are like the whistle of an old cruise ship before a long journey. In the black and white film, the performer is sitting on the deck stained with old oil and playing.
The sound of the piano is so close yet so far away.
Surging but lonely.
It's intimidating, but also feels safe.
Looking at Qin Jian's back and listening for a long time, Duan Ran seemed to remember the dream just now.
A beautiful dream.
Coyly, the white legs under the quilt could not help but be gently clamped together.
The two thin knees rubbed back and forth between the exciting chords.
This is a body feeling I have never experienced before, an itch that eats marrow and corrodes bones.
Subconsciously, he put his hand under the quilt...
moment.
A smooth piece.
Duan Ran's face felt hot.
Breathing softly, as if she was afraid of interrupting the sound of the piano, she stood up, opened her suitcase, took out an opaque bag, hung her black nightgown and quietly left the bedroom.
Before leaving, she glanced at the empty piano board.
When she came back, she felt much clearer, but the messy bedding on the bed still gave people an indescribable feeling.
Look at the figure in front of the piano again, this is the man who is sharing the same bed with him for the first time.
Although nothing happened.
Duan Ran smiled and placed the opened beer in his hand on the piano board.
She knew that Qin Jian liked to place a glass of wine here when he practiced the piano, but she didn't know when he started this habit.
As if he was afraid that he would think nonsense again, Duan Ran grabbed the wig hanging on the wall and buckled it on Qin Jian's head.
"Ha~"
The crisp laughter looks extremely harmonious in the gray Lasan.
Duan Ran lazily returned to bed, feeling very good.
As soon as I picked up my phone, I saw a message from five minutes ago.
It's a photo of four people.
Surprised.
moment.
She smiled, opened the camera, focused on the back in front of the piano, and gently pressed the shutter.