The person calling his name was his college classmate and one of the receptionists for this Lahe conference.
Paul's undergraduate piano studies were completed at the Glinka Conservatoire in Moscow. Although he is now studying at Eastman Music, he still has a group of his friends in Moscow.
Led by his former classmates and friends, the Eastman School of Music team also got on the bus, but their destination was not the Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music.
The bus drove into a snowy field and stopped.
In front of everyone is a huge manor, located south of the Kremlin, on a high ground on the banks of the Moskva River.
According to legend, this was the place where Emperor Katerina once lived. As the most famous large-scale manor in Mosca, this is one of the gathering places for this seminar on Rakhnov's works, but it is mainly provided for everyone.
A place for rest and gathering.
The Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music is the real main venue for the event.
During lunch time, the manor’s cafeteria will provide teams of teachers and students from different countries and regions with their favorite delicacies.
The luxurious restaurant where people come and go is full of various languages.
He Jing quietly came to a corner carrying a plate of dumplings that looked like steamed buns.
Although the dumplings were not delicious, they couldn't stop her from being in a good mood today.
Looking at Qin Jian's post on Moments four hours ago, she couldn't help but want to tell him several times to wear an extra cotton coat after getting off the plane, but in the end she held back.
After lunch.
He Jing followed her tutor, Professor Di Lange, to visit some local musicians who organized this event. Near two o'clock in the afternoon, she went with Eastman's group to the Red Square Concert Hall to enjoy an exotic performance.
A stylish New Year's concert.
The schedule was packed beyond her imagination.
So much so that when she returned to her room in the manor at five o'clock in the afternoon, she was already exhausted. The long plane journey was already tiring enough.
However, she had no intention of taking a nap. She lay on the bed and counted the time until the corridor outside the door became noisy again.
Listening to the familiar language, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
At noon, she had already checked that there were only two domestic colleges and universities participating in this event, and she had already greeted the juniors and juniors from Haishi Conservatory of Music since the morning.
so.
He Jing swept away her fatigue, stood up and came to the mirror...
Not long after, her phone suddenly vibrated.
Brother: Sister, I've arrived, don't worry.
Next is a photo of the interior of the room.
...
...
The room full of medieval feel gave Qin Jian a moment of warmth.
Yes
Qin Jian felt that the winter in Moscow was much colder than he imagined.
After using his cell phone to report that he was safe, Qin Jian put down his cell phone and packed it up.
Fifteen minutes later.
Shen Qingci asked everyone in the group to gather at the entrance of the manor's hotel.
"Everyone, get ready for dinner."
After everyone gathered, they went to the restaurant, but there was no caviar, truffle and foie gras that they were looking forward to.
However, the buffet style is also good. For students who have not yet stepped out of college, dining in such a place full of upper-class cocktail party atmosphere is a very satisfying experience.
Qin Jian was not so busy. He waited for a long time in a similarly quiet place with a dumpling the size of a bun.
Suddenly, a familiar figure walked into the hall.
The two seemed to see each other at the same time.
Qin Jian waved, Cai Song nodded, then took a cup of Heijiu from the tray in the passing waiter's hand and strode over.
“The taste is quite strong?”
When he came to sit in front of Qin Jian, Cai Song looked at the dumplings as big as buns in Qin Jian's buns and couldn't help but make fun of them.
On the bus after getting off the plane, Qin Jian contacted the other party.
"How was it? How was the concert in Red Square?" Qin Jian asked while eating.
Cai Song shrugged, "Bei Jiu under the command of Gashpal is not bad, but there is a tragic revolutionary emotion in everything these idiots perform. It will make people constipated if they listen to it too much."
Qin Jian always thought that Cai Song was not the kind of person who could combine the words "music, hairiness and constipation" into one sentence.
However, the other party's words are rough and unreasonable, and excessively integrating some emotions into the expression of music will be too much.
But this is a major feature of Russian national music expression.
As a result, two people who had met for less than five minutes started fighting again - the topic of the debate - whether the stylistic characteristics of the Russian national music school would cause constipation in the audience.
This is not the first time, and some things are destined that this will not be the last time.
But the scene seemed like both of them were enjoying themselves.
"Brother."
A sweet shout from Senior Brother cut them off.
The arrival of Natsuki Aso with a plate of red square brought an end to the conversation between the two.
After Qin Jian's introduction, Cai Song found out that the other party was Natsuki Aso.
"I saw your solo concert in Osaka, Miss Natsuki."
Gentleman Cai Song's speech made Natsuki a little embarrassed. Firstly, she had held three solo concerts in Osaka, but she was not sure which one he was talking about. Secondly, she had never heard of the Chinese singer in front of her.
A famous young conductor in China.
This made it difficult for her to answer the phone.
In fact, the main reason was that she did not go to Haishi with the group and missed the opportunity to get to know the Gu Symphony Orchestra.
"Thank you, your music is great too."
But after all, after living in China for half a year, Xia Shu has grown up.
In this way, three young people who are somewhat famous in the Asian classical music circle once again started a new topic-discussing Russian food.
In fact, it is not difficult to find that as more and more people gather in the restaurant, many cross-border, transnational, and even interstate musicians can find old friends or partners from the same school, and then form one after another
small circle.
After eating three dumplings, Qin Jian saw many old acquaintances.
For example, Li Xianlong in the Tokyo competition, although the opponent's Riptide in the preliminary round was slower than Duan Ran, he still won the fourth place in the youth group in the finals in Vienna. Fourth place,
Very good.
There is also the leading teacher from the Curtis Institute of Music and the famous pianist--the short Larmour. Although he once lost to Qin Jian in a victory, it does not mean that Qin Jian must be strong.
After passing him, he went on stage to participate in the classical music competition with a modified version of Mozart's concerto and made it to the end. However, this courage and courage are worthy of praise. I think the other party must have prepared something new this time.
There are far more acquaintances than just one or two.
Here Savier is chatting with the old dean of the Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music.
On the other side, Uncle Potter's old lover, the black pearl beauty teacher - Shetty.
Qin Jian suddenly realized that the world was really not that big.
But perhaps on the other hand, this illustrates the status of Rachmaninoff's works in the piano world.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but delve a little deeper, whether he should include Lach in the history of music, or limit it to the piano world.
"Classical music is like a circle."
While muttering, he was interrupted by a sudden sound of piano music in the hall.
Not only him, but everyone's attention turned to the source of the sound.
Qin Jian squinted his eyes and looked.
In front of the quaint grand piano in the center of the hall, a somewhat arrogant-looking figure was opening and closing.
I have to say that anyone who dares to take the initiative to sit in front of the piano in such an environment can get a medal of courage.
The music attracted more and more people to enter the hall, which looked more and more like a cocktail party. Of course, this was natural. After all, the conference was about to start tomorrow, and the big guys from all walks of life just came out to walk around today.
It's normal.
It's just that some people pay attention to the person in front of the piano, and some people pay attention to the music at this time.
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"Sounds good."
This is probably because from the angle of Qin Jian, he can only see his long-haired back in front of the piano.