422. The title of a book is never as eye-catching as the name of the author
The time difference between Moscow and Paris is only one hour.
Duan Ran and Qin Jian were barely in sync with each other recently. They no longer had to say good night to good morning. Qin Jian didn't think much about this, but Duan Ran felt very happy.
Probably there are differences between men and women.
However, whoever opens his eyes early in the morning and picks up his mobile phone will not be happy to find that the last message that appears in the pinned chat box is the word "play".
She knew that Qin Jian had always used the 26-key input method.
You can miss one of the five letters of the Heart Path.
"No care at all!"
Duan Ran snorted angrily.
For a moment, the corner of his mouth raised, revealing a little fox smile, and then he started tapping.
'What are you hahahahaha?'
'What do you want to play in the middle of the night?'
'Who to play with?'
'How to play?'
'Um?'
'/Smile'
Six messages were sent in a series with hyphens, punctuation and emoticons.
The next second, she felt that every pore in her body felt relaxed.
I felt much more comfortable instantly.
"Hmph~"
She threw her phone on the bed and went to wash up.
After Duan Ran returned to Paris after her last trip to Germany, people around her felt that something had changed in her.
I laugh more at home than before, and although I still don’t talk much, it doesn’t embarrass the whole family.
"Morning, Duan."
A cordial greeting.
"Morning, Lena."
As soon as Duan Rang came to the dining room, her stepmother stopped busy and greeted her warmly, "Breakfast still takes ten minutes. You can go to the living room and watch TV first."
"Let me help you."
Duan Ran moved his hands as he spoke, which made Lian Na a little flattered.
After a while, a cute little head was also exposed from the door frame of the dining room, and half of the bear's head was also exposed in her arms.
The little girl looks to be seven or eight years old, with a bit of Duan Ran's cute look when she was a child, but her pupils are the same blue as Liana's.
It can be seen that the little girl will definitely be a mixed-race beauty when she grows up.
The moment Duan Ran turned around, he happened to capture this scene.
The little girl retracted half of her head in an instant, leaving only one big round eye looking at the person who was walking towards her - "Sister?"
It should be her sister. The little girl reminded herself in her heart that her father had told her that this person was her sister.
"Duan Xuan, let's eat an apple first."
Duan Ran half-bent down and handed the apple in his hand to the little girl in front of him.
The little girl carefully reached out her hand, then took the apple from Duan Ran's hand and ran away. Because she moved too hard, the bear in her arms slipped down.
The little girl didn't look back to pick it up. Duan Ran smiled and shook his head, then bent down and picked up the little bear from the door frame on the ground.
This scene was also captured by Lena, and the kind-faced French woman also showed a smile.
ten minutes later.
As the host took his seat, the four people started breakfast.
The atmosphere in the dining room is pretty good.
Until the man's words rang out.
"Duan Xuan, go play the piano after dinner."
The little girl said aggrievedly, "Dad, I don't want to play the piano."
The man picked up a strawberry pie without any care and took a bite. The crispy sound made people swallow their saliva, "No need to discuss."
Lian Na ate her meal in silence, knowing that her words were useless.
This was not the first time Duan Ran had seen this scene at the dinner table. Whenever she saw it, she would play with her phone in silence or go straight to her room.
But I don't know why she wanted to say something today. Maybe she gradually began to accept this place in her heart, or maybe she saw the shadow of her childhood in Duan Xuan.
"Since she doesn't want to poop, wouldn't it be nice to let her do something she likes on the weekend?"
Duan Ran's tone was very bland, so bland that the man didn't know how to answer this.
Lian Na looked at Duan Ran with some gratitude.
moment.
As expected, the man started fighting, although he seemed a little reluctant.
He said to Duan Xuan: "Well, since your sister has better suggestions, then you can do something you like today. It just so happens that your sister can still stay at home for one day today."
Little Duan Xuan burst into tears and laughed, Duan Ran seemed to be the savior in her mind at this moment.
A small storm passed like this, but Duan Ran knew that there were some things that she couldn't change. She knew his father.
And from a certain point of view, if her father had not forced her at a certain period of her childhood, she would not have been able to meet someone in the way Huayun Sai did, and she would have missed everything after that.
After the meal, Lian Na smiled and refused Duan Ran's help and packed up alone.
Duan Ran was about to go back to her room when the man stopped her.
"Duan Ran, please wait a moment."
...
In the living room.
"Has the audition song been decided yet?"
The man is sitting on the sofa.
Duan Ran sat opposite him, and Duan Xuan held the little bear in his arms and sat beside Duan Ran.
The little girl seems to have begun to like being next to her sister, although she still doesn't understand what the adults say.
"That's almost it. I'll go back to school tomorrow to discuss with Rigel which ballad to choose." Duan Ran replied.
Regarding the Chopin International Competition, Duan Ran and Qin Jian signed up last year, but they had different recommenders.
The first round of the competition is in the form of a global DVD audition. After the contestants pass the registration review, they will send their works to the competition organizing committee in the form of DVDs in early February.
In the end, a jury composed of Polish musicians will select 160 people to enter the preliminary round, and the list of shortlisted players will be announced in mid-March.
In the first round of DVD auditions, the repertoire that contestants are required to prepare includes the four musical genres of etudes, nocturnes, mazurkas and ballads from the officially designated Chopin works.
The man nodded to show that he understood, and said with a smile: "Be well prepared, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."
The father and daughter sat for a while longer, and then Duan Ran went back to the room.
After Duan Ran stood up, Duan Xuan looked at his father, and then followed Duan Ran's pace without looking back.
The man looked at this scene and felt helpless.
Duan Ran did not refuse his little sister to come to his bedroom.
She practiced the piano, and Duan Xuan sat aside and watched obediently.
After a while, Duan Ran didn't know what he thought of, and then cut from the rapids to Saint-Saëns' swan.
Fierce sounds flow to soft and colorful melodies.
It only took a moment for the atmosphere in the bedroom to soften.
The dreamy melody is as pure as a girl's dream, woven by Duan Ran's white fingers.
Slowly, Duan Xuan walked to the piano.
The little girl seemed obsessed with it.
After the song ended, Duan Xuan said excitedly: "I have been practicing this song recently!" She seemed to have found a common topic with her sister.
Duan Ran smiled and said, "Do you need an accompaniment?"
Duan Xuan's eyes widened for a moment, full of disbelief, but then his expression dimmed, and he said with some frustration: "But I haven't practiced yet..."
Duan Ran subconsciously touched Duan Xuan's head, "I'm not good at playing either. Go get the piano to my room."
Duan Xuan nodded vigorously: "Yes!" He turned around and trotted out of the room.
The man in the living room didn't know what happened. He only saw his youngest daughter walking into the eldest daughter's bedroom holding a heavy cello.
Not long after, a lyrical piano prelude came from the bedroom, and then the soft cello joined the music.
Lian Na also heard the sound of the ensemble. She put down what she was doing and walked gently to the bedroom door.
The man smiled.
Turning around, his eyes fell on a picture frame on the wall of the living room.
The man in the photo has not yet gained weight. He is wearing an exquisite dress, holding a cello in one hand and holding a bow in the other. His deep eyes are looking into the distance.
There is a line of small words below the photo.
‘Taken on 2004.08.06, Frankfurt Concert Hall’
‘Performer, Duan Hong’
...
9:40 a.m. Paris time.
Someone in Moscow is still having sweet dreams.
The saliva at the corner of his mouth has dried up.