The three days were neither long nor short, and Qin Jian did neither more nor less.
On the morning of the day he sent Ye Yi away, he took a taxi and went directly to the National Music Association and got back the copyright certificate for "Chris Variations Op. 7". He had delayed this for a long time.
While most of his classmates have begun to work crazily for the finals, Qin Jian has spent more time reading, listening to music and attending classes these days.
In addition, the biggest task he has completed is to determine the next stage of the community's work development plan.
At the last club meeting of this semester, Qin Jian conveyed the results of his discussions with the various ministers to everyone.
"The main activities of the club in the next semester are divided into two parts."
"The first part is to arrange the remaining two and a half acts of The Magic Flute and the first two acts of Carmen before the end of April."
"The second part is from May to the end of next semester, we will have a series of performances, about thirteen performances."
Qin Jian's words made everyone look forward to it.
For this reason, he contacted fifteen theaters in Yanjing in advance and made reservations for May nearly half a year in advance. Although May is not considered a performance season, the cost of reserving a venue is not a small amount.
In addition to the later phone charges, Qin Jian estimated that the initial expenses could be evened out by including sponsorship and ticket prices.
In the beginning, he didn't take the sponsorship issue into consideration at all, he just thought it was all out of his own pocket.
Ning Qianxia reminded him of the sponsorship issue.
Later, Tang Jie and several local classmates from Yanjing also said that they could help with this matter. He accepted everyone's wishes and would discuss specific issues later. The most important thing right now is to improve the quality of the program first.
At the end of the meeting, he distributed all the music scores for each part and hoped that everyone would use the winter vacation to work harder.
That's about it for the club. On the last afternoon before departure, he took Aso Natsuki to the last class of Li Sanli's class this semester - about the Russian National Music School.
Li Sanli explained clearly and condensed a major piece of music history into two hours. I have to give him a thumbs up for his profound understanding of this section.
It was Qin Jian's hand that was immersed in memorizing from beginning to end, and Xia Shu, who couldn't understand Er Huayin, was sitting next to him and asked him questions here and there from time to time. Two hours could be considered a happy torment.
But what is regrettable is that the old man answered most of his questions, but still did not give him a place for Rachmaninoff in the history of Russian music.
That’s right, it’s about positioning, not status.
Composer or pianist?
Maybe the old man himself is not a piano player, or maybe he looks at this issue from a macro perspective.
He used more adjectives on Glinka, the father of the Russian national music school, and Tchaikovsky, the greatest Russian composer, including the description of the "Five Powerful Group" that far exceeded some of the descriptions given by later generations.
On a character with a higher rating.
Rachmaninov was classified by him as a composer and secondly as a pianist.
"But in fact Rachmaninov's achievements as a pianist were greater than as a composer, and he sincerely hoped to reverse this situation."
The regret revealed between the lines by the old man was considered by Qin Jian as his recognition of Rach's composition.
But this had no effect at all on resolving Qin Jian's doubts.
"It seems that the problem can only be left to the rest of the journey."
However, one thing is that after such a class, the systematic framework of the Russian music school in Qin Jian's mind became clearer.
This will provide a lot of help for his next trip.
"Greeg, Chai, Lach, Shostak, and vodka."
"I am coming."
A good night speech without any sense of ceremony.
Qin Jian slowly fell into the dreamy fragrance while listening to the third movement of k271 played by himself.
Half an hour later, the date on his cell phone jumped to January 4th, less than forty-eight hours before the start of the seminar on Rachmaninoff's works.
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...
On January 4th, it was still dark, so it was not clear whether it was cloudy or sunny.
06:30.
When the alarm clock rang, Qin Jian instantly opened his eyes and sat up.
I pressed the alarm clock and felt it from head to toe.
Just sleepy.
With the help of the dimly lit street lamp outside the window, he crept out of bed.
"Brother Key"
As soon as he landed, Xiao Liang, who was on the opposite bed, turned over and stuck his head out and whispered, "You have to leave now."
"Well, the flight is at nine o'clock, and the piano department will meet at the door at seven o'clock."
Seeing the other person's energetic face, Qin Jian asked again, "Have you been up all night again?"
Xiaoliang smiled and raised his phone, with colorful flowers on the screen: "Recently, my little cutie and I discovered a mobile game called Fairy Sword."
"Card cards are really interesting."
Speaking of mobile games, Qin Jian suddenly remembered a certain battle game that was once a hit. When his thoughts stopped, he suddenly realized that the world time had reached 2015 again.
moment.
He smiled and said, "The games will be more and more interesting in the future." After that, he held the washbasin and walked out of the dormitory door softly.
When he returned to the dormitory, the lights in the dormitory were already on, and Zheng Feng and Tang Jie also got up.
Qin Jian checked his luggage for the last time, and they chatted for a few more words.
We would have to wait until next semester to see each other again, so everyone said Happy New Year in advance.
"gone."
"See you next semester."
"Bon Voyage."
"Go to the local group and say something."
...
At seven o'clock sharp, I just boarded the bus.
Qin Jian was still lamenting how quickly this semester passed, and then his phone lit up with messages one after another.
When I opened it, I saw that it was all messages from community groups, and the content basically said things like, "President, have a nice trip."
Qin Jian also replied thank you one by one.
Ning Qianxia sent a separate message to Qin Jian, with only three simple words.
'drink less'
Qin Jian replied "Thank you" and stopped looking at his phone. He put on his earphones and pressed down the brim of his hat to catch up on his sleep.
Then, as everyone arrived, the bus started and headed for Yanjing International Airport.
The huge team was quite conspicuous in the early morning airport hall. The most elite team of teachers and students from the Piano Department of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, headed by Shen Qingci, boarded the plane to Moscow not long after completing the check-in procedures.
At this moment, their destination is in the lobby of Svo Airport.
A group that had just landed in Manchester were waiting for their suitcases. They did not look like a tourist group, even though Moscow in January was not in the peak tourist season.
"He, leave it to me."
A handsome young man with brown hair was talking and stepped forward to pick up He Jing's checked luggage before He Jing bent down.
Then he succeeded.
But just when he happily handed the suitcase to the other party, the other party didn't show any joy, which made him feel a little frustrated.
"Thanks."
Just a word of thanks.
As a boy who grew up in the Bronx, his character was not arrogant. He even inherited his father's blue eyes and humble restraint, but this did not let him face the girl he admired.
What confidence do you have?
For him, Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto, which is known as the most difficult piano concerto, could only be recited by heart when he was sixteen years old, but now he racked his brains and couldn't find the use.
What kind of expression should I use to respond to this thank you?
"Hey, Paul!"
At this moment, a call came from the crowd not far away.