The concert is over and the heavy snow outside the concert hall has stopped.
On the way back to the manor, except for the slightly tired driver, everyone in the car seemed particularly excited.
Everyone agreed that today's performance was very successful, especially the scene at the end of Qin Jian's speech that he couldn't stop talking.
Make people talk about it.
"Brother Jian, are you really unable to play anymore?" someone asked.
Qin Jian smiled: "Really."
Someone asked again: "Qin Jian, are all the things you said next true?
Qin Jian laughed again, but this time he paused for a moment and said, "Part of it is true."
"Haha, then your ability to make up stories is too strong. I believe it, sister."
A car full of people laughed.
Qin Jian also laughed, but he turned his head to the window and did not participate in everyone's conversation.
Regarding the following story, half of it was true, but he was not sure whether the other half was true.
But he planned to continue to find out what happened early tomorrow morning.
Looking at the profile on the car window, Qin Jian suddenly thought of a question.
"Natsuki." He whispered.
Natsuki beside him put down his phone with a "Hi" sound and turned to look at him.
Qin Jian: "Xia Shu, do I have an expression when I play the piano tonight?"
"Ah?" Xia Shu thought for a while, "Yes."
Then she thought again, "No."
Faced with such an answer, Qin Jian smiled, it didn't matter whether he had it or not.
"Thank you." Qin Jian waved his hand.
"Ah, you're welcome." Xia Shu didn't know what question she just answered. Seeing that Qin Jian didn't speak, she continued to look at her phone.
On the screen of her mobile phone is the chat page of the community group. From the scrolling screen, it can be seen that everyone is chatting in full swing.
Yes, the students' final exams are over.
...
The car drove back to the manor, and everyone from the Huaguoyuan got out of the car, except for one person missing.
"Where's Teacher Shen?"
After getting off the bus, Qin Jian realized that Shen Qingci was not in the car just now. He remembered that Shen Qingci was in the team before getting on the bus.
Everyone looked at each other and seemed to want to find the answer to this question.
So Qin Jian took out his mobile phone and dialed the other party's number——
"The number you have dial can not be reached."
...
However, at this moment, no one could imagine that a mature man and woman were hugging each other on a hotel bed.
The hotel is not far away, just on the avenue from the main entrance of the Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music.
The pillows and quilts in the room fell to the floor.
It doesn't matter whether the saying "a little separation is better than a new marriage" is true or not, anyway, just look at their appearance...
Ping ping pong pong...
Quite a bitch...
...
Two hours later.
"Shen Qingci, are you okay?" A panting female voice said.
"How about... forget it, I'll have to do it tomorrow..." A male voice had no confidence.
"I do not care!"
A good spring night.
...
...
On the fifth day of the concert schedule, Qin Jian got up early.
He had a good sleep last night.
The end of the concert made him feel relieved and gave him enough energy and time to enjoy the rest of the journey.
It's not even a journey.
People had organized an outing early in the morning, but he didn't go along.
After taking a shower, I ran to the restaurant to have breakfast alone. Then I left the manor and took the subway to Chaiyuan.
When passing the gate of Chaiyuan, he met several students from Haishi Conservatory of Music.
The two groups exchanged a simple greeting.
"Remember to come to the afternoon concert," an enthusiastic senior sister from Haiyuan reminded.
"Okay, okay." Qin Jian agreed with a smile, "Definitely."
Even if the other party didn't tell him, he would definitely come in the afternoon. On the one hand, it was a brother school, and on the other hand, even if it was He Jing, he would have to go and support him.
Watching several people enter the gate, Qin Jian continued to walk forward. At the corner of the wall, he turned to the back street of the college.
In the morning, the backstreets were already busy, and all kinds of shops were open.
【Hausen Music Store】
His eyes were fixed on one corner.
This is Qin Jian’s destination this morning
He was still thinking about the Jewish boss who spoke German last night.
Crossing the road excitedly, Qin Jian walked into the small wooden door of the piano room.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the familiar smell of baking bread again, but there was no voice to greet him today.
Qin Jian looked around and saw that the rows of musical instruments were still arranged quietly. The old wicker chairs next to the piano he played on were still there.
It's just that the old man's figure is no longer on the wicker chair.
"Isn't this because the old man hasn't gotten up yet?" he said in his heart. The last few times he came here were all in the afternoon.
Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound from under the counter on the left side of the music store.
Qin Jian looked around and saw a waiter standing up from behind the counter. Qin Jian knew that he was a young worker from St. Petersburg with curly hair and a pair of brown pupils. He had been working in this store for six years, but he was actually older than
I'm still a little younger.
Judging from the look on the other side, he must have been busy with something just now.
"Hi." Qin Jian stopped and took the initiative to say hello to the other party.
The worker's face lit up when he saw Qin Jian, and he immediately put down the tools in his hands and got out of the counter while wiping his hands on his trouser legs.
When he walked up to Qin Jian, he took out a note from his pocket, handed it to the other party, and then said: "Skhausen".
Qin Jian took the note knowingly and looked down.
On the note were three lines of German writing.
'Congratulations, you told a wonderful story last night.'
'But I have to go.'
'Ivanovka, 34 Balt Street.'
After Qin Jian saw it, he smiled softly.
...
Qin Jian spent the entire morning in front of the piano next to the wicker chair. He did not play Rach or Chopin, and he did not even practice basic exercises.
He would play whatever was on the piano music stand.
Russian folk tunes, Mendelssohn's pieces, Scarlatti's Night Songs...
It can be heard that his music sounds very pleasant today.
Although Skehouse left without saying goodbye, he felt a little regretful, but the note left by the other party filled this regret.
Even this note with a sense of ritual seemed to sublimate this four-year-old friendship in Qin Jian's heart.
This feeling made him feel amazing.
It made him feel as if the story had just begun, just like the story of Rach told to him by the other party.
As the hometown of Lach, Ivanovka was a place that Qin Jian was determined to visit.
But now it seems that we have to go, maybe we can still live for a while.
Although this trip is not possible.
...
"What kind of place would 34 Battle Street be?"
...
Like the documents in the Garden Bookstore, Street 34 has obviously become another harvest and expectation of Qin Jian's trip.
And the surprises aren't the only ones.
At noon, after receiving a call from Shen Qingci, Qin Jian said goodbye to the man and left.
When he left the piano store and went to the restaurant he had agreed with, Qin Jian felt that he had found the mystery of Shen Qingci's disappearance last night.
At the same time, he did see a figure that surprised him.