The inappropriate joke was not Qin Jian's intention to tease, especially when facing someone who is worried about waiting for you.
It's just that he doesn't know how to answer this question. If we look at each piece alone, he feels that he has done a pretty good job, including the last nocturne.
Looking at it as a whole, he was a little unsure.
Because the order of the five works is arranged by the contestants themselves, he had his own intention in placing the nocturne as the last one in the finale.
Judging from the track layout, he did not complete the final track connection deployment.
Qin Jian can still recall every detail of the first four songs he played, but he can no longer remember the feeling he played with in the last one.
Probably he will have to wait until the organizing committee releases the video before he can listen to it in person and make some comments.
But regardless of the competition, looking at this piece alone, no matter what the judges think, he himself likes that nocturne.
"It sounds like it's pretty powerful. Why don't you go back and try it again to find that feeling?"
In the taxi back to the hotel, Duan Ran listened to Qin Jian's competition process and felt really relieved. She believed that with the opponent's normal performance in the first four songs, it was inevitable to advance to the next round.
"Forget it," Qin Jian shook his head and leaned back on the chair, finding a more relaxed sitting position.
"Hmm~" Duan Ran curled his lips, "I still want to hear it."
"Sorry." Qin Jian held the little hand on his lap and said in a tired tone, "I want to take a rest. I don't plan to touch the keyboard for the time being."
Although Duan Ran was a little surprised by Qin Jian's words, she could understand it. After all, she had seen the other party's current practice method. Others would probably not be able to sustain that kind of ultra-high intensity in a short period of time for two days.
"That's good, it's time for you to relax." Duan Ran turned around and said happily, "And that way you will have more time to spend with me!"
The little woman's straightforwardness made Qin Jian feel happy, "I think you are right."
"Of course," Duan Ran chuckled. Seeing that Qin Jian's face had completely returned to normal, he suddenly thought of the question just now, "So why do you suddenly feel nauseated during the game?"
"Um--"
Qin Jian fluttered his eyelashes and chuckled, "Maybe it's too hot on the stage."
He didn't know about this issue either.
Too much mental pressure? It seems like it might be a bit. He knows that he has not always been as relaxed as those around him seem to be.
Excessive use of the brain? It is also possible that four hours before the competition, the mind has been simulating the performance of several people separately in high definition. This behavior is indeed likely to cause a certain degree of physical and mental discomfort.
A stomachache? This is impossible. Recently, he has paid special attention to the diet of the two of them.
Didn't you get a good rest? You slept for a whole hour yesterday.
Qin Jian remembered that the adverse physical reaction started when the winter wind was about to end. By the time he was halfway through the fourth mazurka, the discomfort had almost affected the movement of his fingers, but it was still intact.
I finished playing Mazurka.
When it was time to prepare to play the nocturne, the moment he raised his hand and finished the first summary in his mind, the feedback from his brain told him that he could no longer continue playing as planned.
But what was supposed to happen has already happened, we just have to wait for the results around April 20.
Qin Jian was also curious about how many yeses he could get with his performance today and how many judges he had impressed.
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It was already dusk when the two returned to the hotel. Not long after entering the room, Qin Jian received a call from Liao Linjun.
On the phone, Liao Linjun was naturally concerned about his performance in the afternoon.
After giving the other party a pretty good reply, Qin Jian hung up the phone and immediately hung up the phone to Shen Qingci.
Finally, Qin Jian called He Jing and reported, "Everything goes well."
He Jing was in Cleveland at this time.
"This morning's flight, I originally planned to wait until your competition was over before calling you. There will be an academic exchange lecture at Oberlin Conservatory of Music tomorrow, and Di Lange sent me to attend."
"Okay." Qin Jian said he understood.
"When do you plan to return to China?" He Jing asked on the phone.
"It depends on the situation, there is something else." Qin Jian planned to wait until Duan Ran finished the preliminary round the day after tomorrow to see the situation, "But it should be soon."
"Okay." There was a din of people on the phone, "Hang up now, Qin Jian, and then call me when you're done."
"Well, sister, are you on this trip by yourself?"
"Um."
"Then you should pay more attention to safety alone."'
He Jing's chuckle came from the phone, "You too, bye."
"Well..."
Qin Jian didn't react to the sudden 'you' from the other party.
Then the call was hung up.
Seeing Qin Jian put down his mobile phone, Duan Ran came over and asked curiously: "What did sister say?"
"Uh...she said let's be safe..."
"This," these words made Duan Ran immediately tremble. Although nothing had happened yet... the word 'safety' still sensitively touched a certain point in her, which made her feel a little ashamed.
"Does sister know we live together?"
After a moment, Qin Jian read Pin He Jing's last words again, "I guess she's not sure."
Duan Ran opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say it.
"alright."
Qin Jian stopped the topic at the right time, "From now on, you treat me as a judge, just like entering a competition, and start all over again."
Getting back to the topic, Duan Ran immediately put away his thoughts, nodded and said, "Well, do you need to change into a dress?"
If it wasn't for the seriousness of the other party, Qin Jian would have thought that the other party was doing it on purpose.
With a smile, "There's no need for the dress, just get ready."
"Okay." Duan Ran sat in front of the piano and began to adjust.
Qin Jian only left a few lights by the floor-to-ceiling windows and turned off all the remaining lights in the room. With the dim light outside the window, there was still a sense of stage lighting in front of the piano.
Moving a stool to the farthest wall, Qin Jian waited in the darkness.
About ten or twenty seconds passed.
"When--when-when-when..."
The grainy piano sound sounded, and Duan Ran began to perform her first piece.
"Winter wind."
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Early morning two days later.
March 21st is the last day of the preliminary round of the 17th Chopin International Competition.
rain.
Qin Jian felt the dim light in the room as soon as he opened his eyes.
Gently removing Duan Ran's thigh that was pressing on him, he stood up and came to the window.
Most of the city within sight was shrouded in drizzle.
I looked up at the sky, and I didn't know when the endless dark clouds would disperse.