Regardless of the reason why the old bartender was fired from the school in the end, it does not affect the fact that the piano literature "Four Schools of Russian Studies" is already in Qin Jian's backpack at this time. It is foreseeable that as long as Qin Jian does not take the initiative to return it, this
He can keep this book for another 18 months.
But he hoped that nothing would happen when he went to return the book.
"You don't have to worry about this problem." The old bartender gave Qin Jian a bad idea. "You can keep the book as a souvenir."
Qin Jian could only smile helplessly at this, knowing that the old bartender was joking with him.
"This book has no use value for the current technical development of the Russian piano school. No one in Moscow is willing to continue to study such things. Russian piano is already looking to develop in a new direction."
Although Laojiu's words were a little ruthless, Qin Jian had already discovered this problem when he was in the middle of the translation, but he still wanted to understand this development process in a comprehensive way.
As mentioned in the "History of Baroque Music and Art" in Space - the academic judgment of any period will never lose its historical value.
A discussion about classical academics took place on the modern train track amidst the green mountains in the afternoon.
The old man and the young man each held their own opinions, and no one gave in.
Without the company of oysters and girls, there is no philosophy of life.
The two professionals work on their own and neither one is willing to give in.
The development of the four major Russian piano schools can be traced back to their birth, from the piano twins of the Romantic period to Czerny’s twelve disciples.
Finally, Qin Jian admitted that he had no words and that his knowledge reserve could no longer keep up with that of the old bartender.
Czerny's Twelve Disciples was a completely new term to Qin Jian, and he was sure he had never heard of it.
"Czerny's twelve disciples?" he asked suspiciously, just like a student who listened attentively raised his own question, instantly forgetting the heated argument just now, "His twelve disciples?"
"
The old bartender chuckled, "You lose, Jian!"
Qin Jian's brows couldn't help but jump:...
"Let's talk about this later." The old bartender moved his eyes to the window, where Bergen Station was about to arrive. "We have to pack up and get ready to get off."
Speaking of packing, Qin Jian only had a backpack and a suitcase.
In addition, there were not many people getting off the bus, so the two of them walked out of the station quickly.
They looked very much like two tourists, especially the old bartender wearing a floral shirt and big sunglasses.
Bergen, the capital of Hordaland County, Norway.
As the second largest city in Norway, it is also the largest port on the west coast of Norway. It is located on the steep fjord line of the west coast of Norway, leaning on the harbor and seven hills, with the city facing Black Bay and direct access to the Atlantic Ocean.
It is a beautiful harbor city.
Blue sky, clear water, red tiles and white walls, Qin Jian remembered seeing this scenery when he traveled to Qingshi.
From a distance, you can see the Qingshan Cable Car Ropeway, and from a closer look, there are layer upon layer of wooden houses with sharp angles everywhere, like the architectural colors of a fairy tale garden.
Sitting in the old bartender's convertible car, Qin Jian's eyes were running out. He had to say that he liked Bergen more than Oslo.
The car drove for about ten minutes, and the modern atmosphere on the street became stronger and stronger.
The modern appearance of Norway's second largest city gradually appeared in front of Qin Jian.
The old bartender parked his car outside the door of a large market. It looked like a noisy seafood supermarket. Qin Jian was not sure what else was inside, but judging from the many tourists coming in and out,
This should also be one of Bergen’s attractions.
"wait a second."
The old bartender walked into the hypermarket. Qin Jian looked at the car and continued to look at it.
In front of the store, there is a space of about 20 meters long with tables and chairs, and many people are sitting on it.
There were people who looked like local residents chatting, some people were drinking coffee and reading books, and there were also many tourists dressed up and stopping here to rest.
After a while, Old Bert came back holding a big paper bag.
Qin Jian was curious.
Old Porter shook the paper bag in his hand and said with a happy smile: "We can have a cod dinner tonight."
Qin Jian was frightened when he heard the word "big dinner".
Yesterday, he had a grilled seafood dinner, but he almost got arranged for the night. He didn't believe that the old guy arranged for two prostitutes for him.
The car started again and drove deeper into the city.
At the last moment before dusk, the car stopped at a small northern town at the foot of a mountain.
Although this is the town the old bartender talks about, in Qin Jian's opinion, it is clearly a large holiday B&B tourist area, and Qin Jian also saw a beach and shallow sea on the way here just now.
This small place with mountains and sea is really beautiful.
Breathing the fresh air, Qin Jian felt a little envious of the aborigines here.
What Qin Jian didn't expect was that the old bartender seemed to be quite familiar with this place, and the locals seemed to be particularly familiar with the old bartender.
When you walk into the town, everyone who sees the old bartender along the way will say hello to him.
No matter men, women, old or young.
There are strong young men, as well as girls sitting in front of village taverns, ranging from seventy-year-old women to visually impaired boys holding candies.
"Uncle, it seems you are very popular here."
"They like me very much, just like you."
"...."
Qin Jian was also baptized by the looks of these people, but as an outsider, he just returned the looks of others with a low-key smile.
soon.
The two of them walked to a large wooden walled door. Qin Jian didn't know what was written on the big sign above their heads.
But he could vaguely feel the sound of strings in the air.
"Welcome to my home."
The old bartender held the paper bag, turned to look at Qin Jian and formally introduced: "Porter's clavichord factory!"
Uncle Potter's home?
Piano factory?
Clavichord?
The door was pushed open with a creak, and then an Asian female face wearing local residents' clothing walked out of the door.
The woman looked at the old man and the young man outside the door and pushed the frame of the mirror.
"Can either of you explain why you are 17 hours late?"
Her question wasn't mean, and it didn't sound like she cared about the outcome. It was more like she was a little unhappy after waiting for so long.
"Well," the old bartender paused, looked at the woman and said, "Lin, Jian wanted to visit Grieg's memorial hall on the first day, so we delayed it for one night."
The woman looked at Qin Jian, "How did you feel about visiting?"
Qin Jian swallowed his throat and looked at the old bartender, who also looked at him with a smile.
"Very good." Qin Jian withdrew his gaze and looked like a woman again, "I have listened to many stories and benefited a lot."
The woman smiled and was about to say something when a figure walked out of the courtyard door again.
Qin Jian looked over.
Suddenly, the big question mark in his eyes rose again.