562. The choice of the first stage of the piano test after the arrival of the cf7
The four-hour flight was considered short in Qin Jian's memory, and with a girl sitting next to him who took the initiative to talk to him from time to time, his life was not that boring.
If this lying trip is defined as Qin Jian's vacation trip, then this is still a very good start.
Qin Jian has never been very good at handling the matter of being accosted.
Throughout the entire trip, he basically just played the role of a listener.
Occasionally, he will interrupt briefly to show that he is still online.
The girl doesn't think Qin Jian is dull. She thinks silent men are more interesting, especially silent men with good looks.
The girl also thinks Qin Jian’s hands are very beautiful, and in her opinion, the piano tattoo makes these hands more story-telling.
Before the plane landed, the girl took the initiative to ask Qin Jian for his contact information.
To be honest, Qin Jian hesitated for a while, but finally refused.
The hesitation was out of politeness, and the refusal was because he really felt it was a bit troublesome.
However, the girl was quite generous. Seeing that Qin Jian was not taking the initiative at all, she didn't say anything.
After the plane stopped, he followed Qin Jian and got off the plane in the safe passage.
Seeing that they were about to say goodbye, the girl finally couldn't help but ask Qin Jian's name.
Qin Jian still had the same expression of "If you ask me whatever you want, I won't tell you."
"Stingy," the girl said with a cute and charming look, "I know I won't get pregnant."
"Qin Jian."
Qin Jian didn't want to be a stingy man, and what he said made sense.
Then he took out his phone, took a look at it, turned around and walked in the other direction, "Good luck."
Qin Jian, good luck.
Looking at Qin Jian's back, the girl smiled half-heartedly. Her small face looked pure and pure, but there was always a faint vixen in it, which made people feel itchy after seeing it too much.
“Fun~”
Then she disappeared into the crowd of people at the airport.
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After picking up his luggage, Qin Jian followed the route given by Liao Linjun and boarded the airport subway. About forty-five minutes later, he felt his first breath of outdoor air.
Looking around at a group of pedestrians who were hurriedly missing from his sight, Qin Jian fell in love with this feeling immediately as he felt Oslo turned golden and red at dusk.
The feeling of distance between people, the humidity of the air and the scenery at dusk all made him feel extra relaxed.
Not long after, a familiar figure appeared again.
Qin Jian pushed the box and walked quickly towards Old Porter, who also walked towards him with a wide grin on his face.
Give me a hug.
Close friendship between men.
"Uncle." Qin Jian spoke German. He planned to practice his speaking this time.
It was rare that Old Potter didn't correct him, but he had a bad smile on his face and no kindness at all, "Jian~"
It seems that the old and the young don't need to reminisce about old times at all. The relationship between them was planted as early as the coffee table and piano room.
Old Porter boasted about the great things he had done in the past six months, but Qin Jian refused to tell him no matter how he asked.
"You'll know when you get there."
These words whetted Qin Jian's appetite, "Shall we go directly to Bergen now?"
As the second largest city in Norway, Bergen is the destination of Qin Jian's trip. Now the two of them have just boarded the double-decker sightseeing bus in Oslo, the capital of Norway.
"No, no, no, today we will have a night's rest in Oslo and relax," Old Porter smiled mysteriously.
Although he doesn't understand what relaxing means, Qin Jian feels that it is necessary to relax.
He couldn't help but look forward to the next trip, "Then where are we going now?"
Breathing the sea breeze and looking at the colorful city streets makes people feel comfortable unconsciously.
Porter: "Go back to the hotel to put your luggage first, and then we'll have an authentic grilled seafood meal."
The bus arrives.
After checking into the hotel, Qin Jian took a shower and tidied up briefly. After sending a series of text messages to report that he was safe, he finally sent a voice message to Duan Ran: "I just took a shower and am going to talk to Uncle Porter."
Let’s go have a big meal, hahaha.”
Then Duan Ran's voice came back: "Hey, hey, you don't even take me!"
Qin Jian Yile: "Come here."
Duan Ran: "I want to practice piano!"
She could tell that Duan Ran was in a good mood, and Oslo and Paris were both in the East Time Zone, which made her feel that their waking up and sleeping times could be synchronized again.
Let it go: Come on, eat delicious food and I will take photos for you
Section: Can’t hear, can’t hear
"Jian!"
There was an urging from outside the door, but Qin Jian did not reply to Duan Ran's message and changed into casual summer and spring clothes, which was very suitable for the weather in Norway at this time.
There are lights everywhere, and Oslo is really colorful.
Old Porter took Qin Jian to an open-air restaurant. The restaurant was very lively, with charcoal fire and champagne, as well as live seafood and Egyptian craft beer.
"This wine is good."
Qin Jian ordered a glass of famous local beer on the old man's recommendation, and paired it with charcoal-grilled oysters, it was a delicious meal.
Oysters are a good thing.
Old Porter ate a lot, and Qin Jian also ate a lot.
After the seafood dinner, Qin Jian leaned on the lounge chair and blew in the sea breeze, and burped comfortably.
"Uncle, where shall we go later?" Qin Jian was so lazy that he didn't want to move.
Old Porter on the other side said the same thing, "Where do you want to go?"
"Greeg Memorial Hall." Qin Jian blurted out. He had noticed it when he was passing by the road just now.
As the leader of the Norwegian music school, Grieg's memorial hall is a must-visit place on Qin Jian's itinerary. If he could go and take a look today, he would certainly be willing to do so.
But it was obvious that the old man was a little disappointed with Qin Jian's words. The old man shook his head and said, "Jian, you are already an adult man."
"Excellent."
Qin Jian really didn't want to say one more word.
The two of them lay there for a while, and then Porter stood up and said, "We have to go."
After a while, Qin Jian's tiredness from just eating had passed, and he sat up and asked, "Greeg Memorial Hall?"
Old Porter looked at him and said seriously: "Greg is from Bergen. Believe me, you should go to Bergen and take a walk."
Qin Jian thought about it. Anyway, he would have to live in Bergen for at least one to two months, so he was not in a hurry. "So, where should we go next?"
Old Porter couldn't help but smile, full of a flavor unique to foreign old men, "Follow me."
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Oslo time, 21:32.
Flis Og Vilt Club
Qin Jian never expected that Old Porter would take him to an exotic nightclub. Under the flash of laser blue light, the DJ was stirring the whole place. On the entire dance floor, all kinds of twisting bodies seemed to be wanton venting and mutual testing.
.
"It seems that the national conditions are similar."
Along with the restless music, Qin Jian gradually felt relaxed, but this kind of place was suitable for relieving stress.
The two of them came to a booth on the second floor, and Old Porter ordered two cocktails, ordering skillfully as if he were a regular here.
"Uncle, are you a regular visitor here?" Qin Jian asked loudly.
"You're right!" Old Porter shook his head like an old hippie.