As an action, wandering and exile does have a tragic and beautiful gesture in it. From a certain perspective, Chinese poetry and Polish mazurkas do have something in common -
"Nostalgia?"
Qin Jian once again summarized his understanding in one word.
Mr. Fu nodded and sighed: "Chopin's music, in my opinion, is a kind of love for the motherland. What's more, it's a kind of infinite regret, a helpless sadness, and an endless yearning."
"Ever since he left Poland, knowing that he would never be able to return, he has been followed by endless nostalgia and regret."
"When we listen to him and the wandering life of a genius, the more beautiful it is, the more regretful it becomes."
Having said this, Mr. Fu sighed again.
moment.
"It is also more beautiful because of regret."
Qin Jian added, and a smile appeared in the corners of Mr. Fu's wrinkled eyes.
Qin Jian grasped the glimmer of inspiration in his mind and then said in a self-questioning tone: "Actually, think about it, Chopin's singing melody is different from any square and symmetrical melody structure in traditional Western music."
"Its linearization seems to be more in line with Eastern aesthetics, and its elastic speed is like the freehand blank space in our poetry, painting, and calligraphy."
"how to say?"
"A few lines can depict the loneliness of rivers and mountains. It is simple but not simple. There are scenery, expressions, and predictions in the lines."
Qin Jian wasn't sure whether he expressed his thoughts, but he did have such a picture in his mind.
Seeing that Qin Jian said nothing, Mr. Fu stood up and sat in front of the piano. Qin Jian stood up and followed him aside.
Quietly, I watched a pair of big hands covered with vicissitudes of life and wrinkles placed on the keys.
A moment later, Chopin's Mazurka played.
...
"I see."
...
It was already afternoon when Qin Jian left the old man's house, and he was in a different mood when he left.
Not to mention the gains on the piano, just the photos the old man showed him after lunch made him feel that he had gained a lot.
The young Argerich was really beautiful, and the old man introduced him one by one to the old judges he saw at the competition venue.
This made Qin Jian respect them more.
"Please take me to say hello to Argerich next time you see her."
Qin Jian still remembered Mr. Fu's tone when he said this, and the memory in his eyes that was hidden in the turbidity.
Come to think of it, there is a story in it.
So although Qin Jian agreed, he planned to wait until all the games were over before helping the old man say hello, just in case there was something hidden...
right.
Not only did he look at the photos, Mr. Fu also talked with Qin Jian about many other topics. For example, the old man was very concerned about whether Qin Jian, Fang Zongyao and others were in constant contact. Qin Jian told the truth that they are all very good friends now, which made the old man
very satisfied.
"Qin Jian, the future is your stage, but no matter where you go, you must remember where your roots are."
Liao Linjun also said something similar to Qin Jian.
Even if no one said this to him, he would always remember it in his heart.
Before leaving, the old man told him to continue translating documents. It was like an exhortation, but also a bit of a request.
Finally, Qin Jian responded to the old man by bowing through the gate.
...
At half past ten in the evening, Qin Jian left the piano room.
After returning to the dormitory, Qin Jian completed the document translation and looked at the nearest air tickets. He could not find a direct flight to Bergen. He had to go to Oslo, the capital of Norway, first.
After probably flipping through it, he almost had an idea in his mind.
The next afternoon he received a message from He Jing as soon as he finished practice.
Every word in the message is filled with joy.
He Jing entered the final list of fifteen people, and the finals will be held a week later.
Qin Jian naturally called and congratulated him.
"Come on sister, I'm waiting for your good news."
Qin Jian doesn't care what kind of results He Jing can achieve. As long as He Jing is doing what she wants to do, he will be happy for her.
Four days flew by.
Within four days, Qin Jian booked a flight ticket, a repertoire, and a box of rice noodles.
Qin Jian still chose the Second Sonata in his final choice of sonata. This choice was not because he had a clear preference at the end. Of course, he did not really draw lots.
The reason why he chose No. 2 was because he had decided on the mazurka.
On the day he left Master Fu's house, he had already made it clear that he would choose Mazurka No. 41. This set of Mazurkas revolves around Chopin's Second Sonata, which was composed by Chopin in the same year.
Probably because he had a sense of mission that connected the work, Qin Jian felt that he should play this piece.
At this point, all of Qin Jian's selections for the three rounds of the main competition took a month, and were finally decided on the penultimate day before the submission deadline.
Looking back, it was really not easy.
After experiencing hesitation, confusion, frustration, obstruction, and pessimism, to the final reorganization of his thoughts, Qin Jian has experienced a true growth brought about by choice.
On the night when the tracks were submitted, Shen Qingci said to Qin Jian: "Now that the final choices have been made, let's perfect them as much as possible in the remaining time."
That night, Qin Jian and Shen Qingci got extremely drunk at the Fuge Bar. In fact, they had never been able to tell the difference in terms of drinking capacity.
This time, we finally saw the final light.
When Qin Jian opened his eyes, he was in a strange room, lying on a strange bed with his clothes still on.
Rubbing his painful temples, he recalled that he had a drink with Shen Qingci last night.
He didn't know what happened next.
After leaving the room, Qin Jian recognized Shen Qingci's house at a glance. He followed the clang of the spatula to the dining room. At this time, a dish was already placed on the dining table.
"Uh~"
The outcome has been decided.
...
However, this was only the first meal before he left. On the penultimate day before he took off, the main members of the Figaro Spring Club gathered together, and Qin Jian had another indispensable meal. Although it was a dinner in name, Qin Jian knew
, this is the practice wine we held for him.
Finally, Ning Qianxia toasted Qin Jian with a glass of wine on behalf of everyone.
"I hope everything goes well, and we are waiting for your triumphant return."
...
What surprised him the most was that at the end of the night, he received a phone call that was by no means a long time coming. He had just called this number not long ago.
"Brother, I see you at the gate of your school."
Qin Jian just arrived at the dormitory and went out with his cell phone before he lay down.
Under the streetlight at the school gate, looking at the fat figure from a distance, Qin Jian felt that he could go on the road with peace of mind.'
A long chat all night long.
Everything is fine, Fatty.
The next morning, Qin Jian went back to the dormitory, picked up his packed luggage, and left without disturbing anyone.
...
15:36 pm, outside Yanjing International Airport.
"Dad, I'm about to get on the plane."
"Well, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian turned around and gave the fat man a firm hug.
"gone."
"Come on bro."
The fat man handed the box lever into Qin Jian's hand.
Qin Jian smiled, pulled the box and disappeared into the crowd of people at Yanjing Airport.