Returning to the bedside, Qin Jian turned on his mobile phone and checked the weather in Warsaw. It showed that rain would continue until 18:00 today.
"The game is over~"
Reluctantly, he put the phone back on the pillow, Qin Jian washed himself and left the room.
He planned to pick breakfast for Duan Ran.
A glass of hot milk, two pieces of semolina pastry and a small plate of pickles. He helped himself to two slices of toast and a cup of American coffee.
After clearing everything on the table, he placed the two breakfasts at opposite ends of the table according to his own taste.
He clapped his hands with satisfaction and thought about what else he could do for the other party.
dress!
He remembered that the other party had arranged his dress for him in advance before he competed a few days ago.
Help Duan Ran organize her dress!
Qin Jian made up his mind and took action. He tiptoed to the wardrobe door belonging to Duan Ran and gently pulled the door handle.
A familiar fragrance wafted in front of me. It was from Duan Ran.
Looking in front of him, Qin Jian felt that the word "see no evil" should not be used here.
And he promised that he was just curious,
His eyes circled around, and finally his eyes locked on the familiar white dress.
This skirt can be regarded as accompanying him through the Huayun Competition, Tokyo, Vienna, and now to Warsaw.
Qin Jian reached out and took out the skirt. As soon as he took it out, his head got bigger.
I looked at Duan Ran and saw that it was not that cumbersome to wear on his body before, but why did the structure become so complicated when he took it off?
"Is this a shoulder strap?"
He muttered in his heart that he was just looking for trouble. He looked up and down and patted it with his hands. He didn't find any dust on the skirt.
Then I went up and smelled it, and there was no damp smell.
"Does it smell good?"
Just then, a lazy voice from behind startled him.
Qin Jian turned around awkwardly while holding the skirt. Duan Ran was lying on his side on the pillow, looking at him with a sleepy smile.
"Uh," Qin Jian curled his lips, "It doesn't smell musty. I just want to help you tidy up your dress." Perhaps the slightest hint of jest in Duan Ran's eyes made him feel that what he said did not sound weighty, so he turned around and continued to point.
Pointing to the breakfast on the table, he said, "I've prepared it in the morning and will be waiting for you to get up."
The curve of Duan Ran's mouth became even more beautiful, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay, it's okay, it should be," Qin Jian also followed happily. He didn't know that he was feeling guilty, "When did you wake up?"
Duan Ran stood up and sat up a little, "I just woke up, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you holding my skirt."
"Ahem... get up and wash up quickly. There is milk to drink today."
"good!"
Qin Jian was about to hang the skirt back up when a transparent packaging bag suddenly fell out from the bottom of the skirt, "What is this?"
He picked it up and looked at it, "Nipple patch?"
Duan Ran was busy getting up when he heard the word "breast patch" and looked over. Qin Jian was holding his own breast patch.
She opened her mouth, raised her hand slightly, finally stepped on her slippers and breathed a sigh of relief as she walked toward the bathroom.
"It's nipple pasties."
Leave this sentence behind.
Qin Jian looked at these two small pieces of rubber and roughly guessed what they were.
Girls wear clothes to look good on their upper bodies, let alone dresses.
But, how do you wear this thing? No, how should you wear it?
Listening to the sound of gargling in the bathroom, Qin Jian made up the picture in his mind.
Instant salute!!
...
At the start of brunch.
"Ah~, the milk tastes delicious."
Duan Ran put down the milk cup, held the whole grain rice cake and started to eat it.
"How's it going? Are you feeling stressed now?" Qin Jian leaned on his chair, holding a cup of coffee and smiled, "There are still four hours left."
Duan Ran stopped and licked the rice residue at the corner of his mouth, and replied: "Yes."
The picture is somewhat cute.
"Really?" Qin Jian thought Duan Ran would say there was no pressure.
"It's true," Duan Ran said. "I'm not like you. I don't have much confidence."
Qin Jian was even more surprised, "No way." From Qin Jian's point of view, Duan Ran has always been a very individual person in front of the piano. How could such a person have no confidence?
Then, he thought about the time in Salzburg, "I remember you said that if we meet in the final, don't you want me to let you do it?"
"Yes, I mean what if." Duan Ran raised his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I didn't say I would definitely make it to the finals."
Qin Jian couldn't answer these words.
Qin Jian changed the question: "Are you nervous?"
Duan Ran shook his head: "Don't be nervous."
Qin Jian: "There is pressure, but not nervous?"
Duan Ran: "Yeah."
Qin Jian couldn't digest the other party's brain circuit for a while, but thinking about it, he and the other party seemed to have very little communication on this issue.
He only remembered that he asked the opponent whether he was nervous or not during the finals of the Huayun Competition.
Because it was almost time for the opponent's game, Qin Jian did not delve deeper into the issue.
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
"Hehe~"
After lunch, Duan Ran came to the piano and planned to make final warm-up preparations.
"Can you sit next to me?" Duan Ran made a small request.
"Okay." Qin Jian sat next to Duan Ran.
Duan Ran started practicing.
Everyone has their own set of preparations before the game. Duan Ran took out his "weak" links and practiced them slowly and repeatedly, sentence after sentence. Sometimes it was a certain section of a song, sometimes several songs.
Several sections of the work are connected together to form a new paragraph.
To be honest, this is the first time Qin Jian has discovered it.
Although he was very surprised, he did not disturb the other party loudly.
Except for Duan Ran who asked him questions, he remained silent, just like the other party had been waiting quietly the afternoon before his game.
Two and a half hours passed quickly.
After finishing the last note of the mazurka, Duan Ran clapped his hands and said, "Call it off!"
Qin Jian smiled: "Do you feel it?"
"Well then!" Duan Ran stretched out, turned his head and kissed Qin Jian on the face, "Thank you for your hard work~"
"It's not hard." Qin Jian picked up his phone and looked at the time. "There's still one hour and twenty minutes left. It's almost time. It's time to change clothes."
Qin Jian patted Duan Ran on the shoulder, got up and went to the bathroom.
It's like some kind of little silent agreement between two people.
From the second day after arriving in Warsaw, whenever Duan Ran wanted to change clothes, Qin Jian would take the initiative to go to the bathroom.
Duan Ran was very touched by this point. After all, the current temperature is not as cold as in Salzburg. Without close-fitting warm clothes, it is very easy for girls to change clothes..., and Qin Jian
There has never been anything excessive in the small intimacy between the two of them.
Even Duan Ran himself didn't know what excessive behavior was, but as long as it was Qin Jian, it would be fine.
As for the rest, she didn't know why she cared.
She felt that maybe she only needed to get used to it once or twice before she could really take off her underwear under the eyes of the other person.
But regarding this issue, Qin Jian acted as if he only cared about her.
This contrast gave her a deep sense of sweetness.
There were only a few days left before this little separation. Looking at Qin Jian's back, an idea suddenly popped into Duan Ran's mind that made her a little shy.
...
"I've changed it!"
Hearing the sound outside the door, Qin Jian walked out of the bathroom.