After the game ended, Feng Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that his final performance was okay, at least at a normal level.
Walking out of the corridor behind the arena, there were not many people in the lobby of the Warsaw Concert Hall.
Zhao Yinuo, who was waiting, saw him coming out and walked towards him.
Today she looked a little gentler, smiling and giving Feng Xiaopang a head pat.
"Let's go, sister will treat you to a movie tonight."
Feng Ziyan was stunned, "Don't you ask me how I performed?"
"Is there any need to ask?" Zhao Yinuo smiled, "I believe you."
"Ah." Feng Ziyan was a little uncomfortable with this kind of conversation, "I...I"
"Leave me alone and go!"
Feng Ziyan was dragged out of the lobby by Zhao Yinuo. Under the night, the condensed milk box was already covered with national flags representing players from various countries, and the green neon reflected the patterns on the national flags.
The two passed through the arch decorated with national flags and exited the Warsaw Concert Hall.
The streets were as busy as ever, but large billboards about the 17th Chopin Competition were everywhere.
"I think I played pretty well today."
"I know."
As the last contestant in today's second game, Feng Ziyan is still under a lot of pressure. Zhao Yinuo, who has been waiting outside, is also aware of this.
Look at the players ahead of him today.
Korger, a talented pianist from Israel who enjoys a high reputation in the Arab region, is an already famous concert performer.
The Russian player Ivanov named by the Russian Propaganda Department just won the first prize for romantic works in last year's Shostakovich Piano Competition.
There is also the Chinese-American pianist Liang Kecheng. Strictly speaking, this player should be regarded as Zhao Yinuo's senior brother. Liang Kecheng studied piano under Zhou Rong in primary and secondary school, and was later admitted to the Montreal Conservatory of Music to study with Andre. Rampart won the gold medal at the 2012 Canadian Piano Competition.
With all the players lined up to enter, you can imagine the pressure on Feng Ziyan.
What's more, his main focus is on jazz piano.
...
However, inside the venue
...
"Feng Ziyan has come out." At the dining table, Duan Ran gently put down his cell phone.
Qin Jian stopped writing, raised his head and asked, "How is it?"
"Yinuo said he was in good condition after coming out." Duan Ran said.
"That's good." Qin Jian nodded, "Now we are the only ones left."
"Yes," Duan Ran took over, "I hope we can all pass."
"Yes." Qin Jian lowered his head and continued working, "Bring two bottles of beer."
"As ordered," Duan Ran quickly took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and placed them in Qin Jian's hand. He lowered his head and whispered, "Then I'll go to bed first."
"Yeah." Qin Jian patted the back of her hand.
The translation work that had been interrupted for a few days was resumed by Qin Jian. In essence, there was no actual conflict between preparing for the competition and translating documents.
Especially in this new section, Negozzi has already talked about the differences and commonalities between the Russian piano and the French piano, among which the names of Friedrich and Franz began to appear frequently.
“What should the title of this paragraph be?”
'Chopin and his four disciples?'
Looking at the contents of the document, Qin Jian hesitated for a moment and wrote these words.
...
In a cheap hotel on the outskirts of Warsaw, Ido had already fallen asleep.
He looked particularly peaceful in his deep sleep. Under his delicate face, his long eyelashes blinked from time to time as if he was dreaming of some interesting dream.
Under the dim light of the bathroom, old Assad was holding the phone with a frown on his face, and he was talking tirelessly on the other end of the phone.
After some final hesitation.
"Then I'll trouble you, old friend."
Old Assad speaks fluent German.
After hanging up the phone, he returned to the room and looked at the young man sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes full of complexity.
Sometimes his face shows tenderness and smile, and sometimes he shows pain and struggle.
He gave up his plan to return to Syria with Ido tomorrow afternoon and chose to follow the advice of his old friend.
"Allah will bless you, son."
After a while, he took off his shoes and lay down slowly.
Smelling the musty smell emanating from the room, he closed his eyes.
At least here, he doesn't have to worry about being awakened by gunfire in the middle of the night.
...
Early the next morning, when Duan Ran woke up, Qin Jian was still asleep. He gently removed the big hand that was pressing on her, and she climbed up from the bed.
At 10:47, Duan Ran looked at his phone, got out of bed and moved his body.
This must be the first time the two of them slept until morning since arriving in Warsaw.
After briefly washing up, Duan Ran opened the wardrobe and took out Qin Jian's dress, shoes and socks.
Cleaned and wiped it again.
This afternoon, it's time for Qin Jian to play.
At half past twelve noon, Qin Jian woke up.
This night, he slept very well.
take a bath, eat
14:15, less than three hours before the start of today’s second game.
Qin Jian came to the piano and sat down. For the next two hours, he didn't press a note, and just sat there in a daze.
Although Duan Ran was curious, he did not disturb him.
It was not until 4:30 that Qin Jian faded out of his Ruding state.
Duan Ran saw him standing up and then asked: "How are you, are you in good condition?"
Qin Jian smiled and said, "The main thing is to sleep well."
"What's more, you pig actually slept at the right time. Quickly change your clothes. It's time for us to set off."
"Um."
Qin Jian changed his clothes, and the two of them left the hotel and headed towards the Warsaw Concert Hall.
When we arrived, we were just in time for the start of the second game.
Compared to the slightly noisy entrance of the concert hall, the lobby was a little quieter today, although there were quite a few people gathered together.
At a glance, you can clearly tell which are the contestants and which are the accompanying personnel.
Among the contestants, Qin Jian did not find any old acquaintances or contestants who were rumored to be highly popular before the game.
However, this does not mean that there will not be one or two dark horses among these players.
Duan Ran chose a quiet place, sat down with Qin Jian and waited.
Unlike other players who were secretly carrying scores or walking around to release their anxiety, Qin Jian looked at them back and forth like a normal person.
However, his left hand was not noticeable, and Duan Ran's palm became his keyboard.
An hour passed quickly.
"It's my turn."
Qin Jian stood up, and Duan Ran smiled and stretched out his fist.
The scene seemed familiar, Qin Jian bumped into him with his big fist, then put away his smile and walked towards the corridor.
His eyes were full of determination and his steps were calm.
"come on."
Looking at Qin Jian's back, Duan Ran silently cheered him up.
...
At this moment, the last contestant has left, and three staff members are making piano changes on the stage.
The judges' seats under the stage were dark, and only the incandescent lights on their seats were connected together to emit a faint light.
People standing on the stage cannot see them clearly.
As the staff left, the judges unanimously switched the score sheet in front of them to contestant No. 21.
"The 21st."
Looking at the introduction on the score sheet, Argerich showed a kind smile again. She was full of expectations for every contestant from China. This had nothing to do with her Chinese ex-husband.
Before that, she had already formed a deep friendship with a Chinese man because of the Chopin Competition.
She thinks it is friendship that the world does not understand.
at this time.
Dang, Dang, Dang, the sound of footsteps came on the stage.