She looked at Qin Jian, "What did Teacher Liao say?"
Qin Jian threw the hot phone on the bed, "She told us not to ignore this problem for the time being."
"Uncle Potter said he misses you very much." Qin Jian curled his lips and said, "He didn't even say he missed me."
"Haha," Duan Ran laughed, "Are you jealous?"
Qin Jian rolled his eyes at this.
"Also, Teacher Shen will arrive in Warsaw tomorrow." When he said this, he suddenly remembered something, "Hey Duan Ran, do you know they are getting married?"
Judging from Duan Ran's excited reaction, she obviously didn't know about it, "Wow! When?!"
"In November this year, there should be very few people in Yanjing. Teacher Shen told me at the end of the year."
"Then do I want to go?"
"Do you dare not to go?"
"That means I'm going back to Yanjing in November~ Is that right?"
"Yeah, what?"
"That means I finally have the opportunity to go to the Huaguo Conservatory of Music ~ President Qin, right?"
"...yes."
"Then do you want me to go?"
"I think."
"Why are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous."
"Then why don't you look at me and say."
"I want to go to the toilet."
...
Duan Ran finished his morning exercise, returned to bed and picked up his cell phone.
Qin Jian took over the piano and started his afternoon morning exercises.
The recent comfortable pace of life and full of adrenaline seem to have given his fingertips some magic, and the scales he plays are also full of a different flavor.
For two consecutive hours, he worked tirelessly.
Following the sequence of the Psalm Winter Wind Torrent Mazurka Nocturne, he went through the pieces one by one.
The player does not have any intention, but the listener has intention.
After hearing this, Duan Ran finally understood what the other party wanted to do. She sighed at Qin Jian's boldness and felt that the idea was really wonderful. She was even looking forward to the scene where the other party performed these five works in sequence on the field.
.
She never minded sharing this kind of thing with others.
While Qin Jian was playing, he was thinking about the last notification from Liao Linjun on the phone. He guessed what arrangements might be waiting for him after the preliminary round.
Although he was not sure what the arrangement was, he had a hunch that it must be closely related to the upcoming Chopin Competition.
My heart was filled with expectations.
Time flew by and it was half past three in the afternoon.
Just as Qin Jian stopped, Duan Ran's voice came to his ears.
"Yinuo sent me a message. He and Feng Ziyan are almost at the reporting site. How should I reply to her?"
Qin Jian turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the mobile phone beside him and looked at it. Sure enough, Fang Zongyao's message was sent over half an hour ago.
"Arrived."
Two short words.
Qin Jian replied: "I just finished practicing the piano and will be there soon."
Putting down his phone, he looked at Duan Ran, "Tell her we'll be there soon."
"Are you still taking a shower?"
"That's too late."
"Then I'll wash it."
The two of them got busy.
...
"These guys are really anxious."
Qin Jian muttered while hanging his beard in the bathroom, "It's half past five."
On the night when six people received the email at the same time, everyone made an appointment to gather at the gate of the reporting site on the afternoon of March 5.
...
The advantage of wearing more clothes is once again reflected. Duan Ran changed into a gentle big sister series today.
The white woolen coat worn with a pink sweater and a floral skirt of the same color made Qin Jian's eyes shine again.
Duan Ran stepped on her most comfortable white shoes, raised her head and saw that Qin Jian's hair was still wet, and frowned.
"Hurry up and blow dry your hair!"
"Oh~ Isn't it okay if you don't blow it?"
Qin Jian's unhurried look made Duan Ran anxious.
...
Thirty seconds later.
In the bathroom, Qin Jian reluctantly sat on the stool, with Duan Ran holding a hair dryer behind him.
...
Three minutes later.
"Can't I still wear the same clothes as yesterday?"
"no."
"Why?"
"Change your pants first."
...
...
The Chopin Society is particularly lively today.
The Chopin Institute located at 43 Tamka Street looks more like a high-end office building, and its glass facade is very obvious among the cement buildings.
It is regarded as the administrative center for all cultural and artistic activities related to Chopin, including the Chopin Piano Competition held every five years and the annual "Chopin and His Europe-China Music Festival."
There is not much congestion outside the office building, although at a glance there are countless people of all kinds gathering here right now.
Usually this is a wide open space, like a small square.
In the corner of the small square, looking at the contestants being interviewed one after another, Feng Ziyan said with some envy: "Why are there no reporters from China?"
As soon as this question was raised, Zhao Yinuo gave him a blank look, "No reporter will interview you."
Fang Zongyao continued: "I remember these reporters should all be local reporters in Warsaw, right?" He looked at Qi Feng on the other side with some uncertainty.
"Yes."
Qi Feng nodded and said, "They are doing a competition column before the main game, but they never interview Asian players at this stage."
"Aren't you going to interview Asian players before the main competition?" Feng Ziyan's eyes widened, "If we can't make it to the main competition, then we won't be able to get their attention? Why?"
"You're so anxious." Qi Feng explained to everyone with joy: "It's not that they don't want to be interviewed, the main reason is that they can't distinguish between yellow..."
"Paragraphs!!"
At this moment, Zhao Yinuo waved his hand high into the distance.
The other three people looked at it together.
From a distance, Duan Ran was slowly walking towards this side with Qin Jian on his arm, with smiles on their faces.
"I'll go," Feng Ziyan smacked his lips and said, "These two are too high-profile."
"Haha." Qi Feng glanced at Feng Ziyan's face, "Fat man, are you envious?"
Fang Zongyao looked at the two people who were gradually approaching, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
When the two of them came over, Feng Ziyan and Qi Feng rarely made any noise.
Duan Ran naturally let go of Qin Jian's hand, and Zhao Yinuo stepped forward and hugged her: "I miss you so much, baby."
"Me too." Duan Ran said softly.
The two little women looked at me and I looked at you. They smiled and walked to the side and began to whisper.
Leave space for four men.
Qi Feng came up first and hugged Qin Jian, "Congratulations."
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Thank you."
Feng Ziyan then walked up and hugged Qin Jian, "Brother, I miss you so much."
Qin Jian patted the other party's back hard, "Me too."
Finally, Qin Jian's eyes met Fang Zongyao's.
The two young men had no verbal communication at first, but they both read the words in each other's eyes.
When we meet each other, we smile and feel full.
...
After a short while, the six people looked at each other with smiles.
They could see each other's fading childishness and adorned maturity.
They enjoy this special moment.
Representing the youngest backbone of Chinese piano, at this moment, they finally reunited on the streets of Warsaw, in front of the gate of the 17th Chopin Competition.
In the past year or so, they have each completed their own growth.
This time, their reunion is bound to form a new force.
It is the most vital force in the Chinese piano industry.
Fang Zongyao: "Are you ready?"
Qin Jian smiled: "See you in the finals."
...
At this moment, a noisy crowd came, attracting the attention of six people