518. A heart that has been in exile for ninety-six years
March 26, sunny.
The morning after Duan Ran returned to Paris.
The morning light woke her up, and when she opened her eyes, she subconsciously looked at her pillow, but the pillow had been replaced by a large pile of books.
Suddenly feeling a little disappointed, she hurriedly picked up her phone.
Let it go: 'I took a shower and went to bed, I missed you, good night.'
The other party's last message four hours ago greatly alleviated her sadness.
Duan: 'I'm awake. Go to sleep well and send me a message when you wake up. I'll be back to school in a minute!'
Section: ‘Mua~’
Duan Ran put down his phone, stretched, and then got up.
Lian Na took Duan Xuan to school early in the morning, and besides her, the only one left at home was her father.
After Duan Ran washed and dressed, he directly pulled his luggage to the living room. Duan Hong put down the magazine in his hand and asked, "How did you sleep last night?"
"It's okay." Duan Ran didn't plan to stay any longer. He walked directly to the door, squatted down and started to put on his shoes, "I'm going back to school."
Duan Hong pondered, "Have you decided?"
Duan Ran tied his shoelaces, stood up and turned around and said, "Yeah."
Duan Hong nodded, then showed a smile: "Then I support you."
Duan Ran was a little surprised, but even if the other party did not support her, she would not change her mind, "Thank you."
"Wait a minute," Duan Hong stood up, "I'll drive you."
Duan Ran paused, and finally nodded.
The father and daughter didn't speak much along the way. When they arrived at the gate of the school, Duan Hong didn't get out of the car and Duan Ran dragged his luggage down by himself.
Duan Ran waited for the other party to leave first, but Duan Hong wanted to watch his daughter enter the school.
He froze at this moment, and finally Duan Ran said, "Dad, please go back," and Duan Hong left.
Returning to his apartment, Duan Ran put down her luggage, took her cloth bag from the cloakroom and left.
Five minutes later, she appeared in Rigel's office.
Although Duan Ran called Rigel as soon as the game ended, Rigel was still concerned about the inevitable meeting, and Duan Ran briefly explained the situation of the game.
"Duan, I'm going to Warsaw next week." Rigel stood up and picked up a music folder from the piano table. "You continue to practice the music for the main competition as planned. During my absence, you can record the three pieces here.
Let’s practice the music.”
Duan Ran took it, 'Bach?' She looked up at Rigel.
Rigel smiled and said: "Try it, kid."
Duan Ran put the score into the cloth bag.
"Okay," Rigel looked down at his watch, "Is there anything else? I'm leaving."
Duan Ran: "Teacher Rigel, I would like to apply for the school concert in June."
"Oh?" Rigel thought for a moment and said, "That's no problem. Has the track been ordered?"
"Yes," Duan Ran nodded, "Liszt special performance."
Rigel was a little surprised this time, "Special concert?" Usually only graduates would ask for a special concert.
Duan Ran paused and said his thoughts directly: "Mr. Rigel, I want to apply for early graduation."
Rigel frowned when he heard this. He didn't expect this. He quickly asked, "Why?"
Duan Ran smiled and did not answer the other party's question. He only said, "I have decided."
Rigel was even more puzzled. He planned to go back and ask Shen Qingci what was going on. Duan Ran was a student he valued particularly, and he hoped Duan Ran could stay in school for a few more years.
However, he still replied to Duan Ran: "In this case, you can go to the Academic Affairs Office to check your credits. In addition, applying for graduation requires two special concerts, and the two concerts must be separated by six months. Do you understand this?"
"I already understand it clearly," Duan Ran said, "Mr. Rigel, I plan to hold the second special concert at the end of the year. As for the issue of course credits, I will find a way. I hope to apply for a diploma early next year.
.”
Rigel saw that the other party had already prepared to pay attention, so he said nothing more and only reminded, "Duan, this is a very hard job, and you still have the Chopin Competition to participate in, so in terms of time..."
"I'll try my best," Duan Ran paused, "but please rest assured, Mr. Rigel, if I feel that I can't finish it by then, I will adjust the plan appropriately and won't force it."
These words made Rigel feel relieved, "Okay kid, if you need any help, just tell me."
"I would like to ask you to keep this matter a secret for me." Duan Ran bowed slightly humbly, but his tone was full of firmness: "Please."
After meeting Duan Ran's bright and flawless gaze for a long time, Rigel sighed, and the helplessness in his eyes finally turned into a faint smile.
The old man sighed: "Okay, I will tell Mayev, maybe he can provide you with a little extra help."
"Thank you!" Duan Ran bowed again, "I have caused you trouble."
"But you must promise me to take piano practice seriously," Rigel tightened the strings for Duan Ran at the right time. "If the concert does not go well, I will not sign your graduation thesis."
Duan Ran tried his best to control his inner joy, "Please don't worry!"
...
After leaving the office, Duan Ran quickly came to the Academic Affairs Office.
Then I quickly submitted the course application form for the new semester and left again happily.
When the academic teacher saw clearly the application form submitted by Duan Ran, he opened his mouth involuntarily.
"Oh my God."
Facing the dense courses, she adjusted her glasses.
...
On the way to the piano room, Duan Ran restrained his longing and couldn't help but speed up.
A journey through mountains, a journey through water, and a new journey belonging to Duan Ran has begun again.
When she arrived at the piano room, as soon as she took out her phone, she saw Qin Jian's message from ten minutes ago.
Let it go: 'Wake up, wake up, I have to go back to school quickly.'
Duan Ran took a photo of him sitting in front of the piano. On the black and white keyboard is a sheet of music with Bach suites printed on it. Under the sheet of music is a pair of thighs wearing ordinary jeans.
Duan: ‘Work hard together!!’
Duan: ‘I won’t look at my phone anymore.’
...
On the other side of the world, at the entrance of Huaguo Yuan in the afternoon, a slender figure in a black coat suddenly stopped.
He picked up the phone and said to himself: "Are we going to start Bach?"
A smile.
'come on!'
Putting on his mobile phone, he walked into the school gate.
...
...
Theater concert hall in the main building of the concert hall.
on the stage.
The orchestra is arranged according to the arrangement. On the left side of the percussion section, the choir is rehearsing neatly.
From a distance, the prototype of a professional symphony orchestra has already appeared.
Looking closely, every face seems to have become more mature after a new year.
There were some students scattered under the stage, some from our own school and some from other schools, who came to watch the rehearsal of The Magic Flute of Figaro in Spring.
Li Sanli sat far away in the last row, with her crutch beside her.
Chen Tangjie stood in front of the orchestra. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and prayed in his heart that this time he would be successful.
This is the only fragment of the entire Magic Flute that is still barely in the spotlight.
"The flame of revenge burns in my heart" is also the most brilliant part of The Magic Flute - the chant of the Queen of the Night.