568. The Town Qinfang? The Mystery of the Old Bartender's Identity
In the next few days, Qin Jian basically mastered the clavichord playing method under Liao Linjun's explanation.
Although he still wasn't sure what the other party's intention was, it was always right to listen to the teacher's words.
Early the next morning after that night, Qin Jian found old Assad, returned Ido's puppet to old Assad, and told him what happened at that time.
"Teacher Assad, after I picked up this doll, I didn't find you when I came out of the bathroom, and we haven't met each other since."
Old Assad was very grateful to Qin Jian for putting this thing away and always carrying it with him. He told Qin Jian that this little puppet was very important to Ido.
After the property was returned to its original owner, Qin Jian was relieved of his worries.
On the second night after arriving in Bergen, Qin Jian didn't sleep well.
That night, all the images about the war came to his mind, and later he also found the information he originally wanted to find out.
Idlib University is a well-known university in Syria. It was originally one of the top high-quality comprehensive universities in the Arab region. Art, literature and history are the traditional strengths of this university.
However, such a famous historical school full of humanistic atmosphere has been forced to suspend classes for more than a year due to war and artillery fire.
This well explains why old Assad is not in school at such a time.
Based on this, Qin Jian guessed that the reason why old Assad appeared here was probably because the war situation in Syria was unclear, and that he brought Ido here can be regarded as a kind of war refuge.
Because the Chopin Competition belonging to Ido is still going on.
Having never experienced the catastrophe of war, Qin Jian had too many unforeseen speculations, but he was very fortunate that Ido could prepare for the next stage of the competition in such a closed peach blossom garden.
Just imagine if the other person is in his hometown at this time, he doesn't know what to think.
In daily life, he still didn't talk to Ido, nor did he eat at the same table, but it seems that the two of them knew each other's existence from the sound of each other's piano.
On the fifth day after arriving in Bergen, Qin Jian had completely adapted to the rhythm of life here. Except for the war in his hometown between master Ido and his apprentice, which made him a little depressed for two days, everything else was going on.
It's very smooth.
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June 10th was the sixth day Qin Jian came to Bergen.
Qin Jian got up early and habitually picked up his cell phone to say good morning to Duan Ran.
Speaking of which, Qin Jian has been a little strange recently. Duan Ran sleeps late and sometimes wakes up late. This is rare in Qin Jian's memory. Moreover, during the day, sometimes most of the day passes before the other party replies.
Not a few messages about myself.
This was never possible before.
After completing this morning's class, Qin Jian received the first message Duan Ran sent her back.
Duan: Good morning. I was so tired last night. I just woke up. How was the class this morning? Did you have lunch?
then.
Duan: So sleepy~
Seeing Duan Ran's message coming, Qin Jian felt relieved for the time being, but he was still a little strange about the contents of these two messages.
He remembered that Duan Ran went to bed at half past one last night, and it was already 11 o'clock now. How could he still complain that he was tired after having slept for almost 10 hours?
Even more outrageous than yesterday.
Let it go: I did pretty well in class. Today I have tried changing the intensity of strong and weak sounds on the fortepiano.
Let it go: Get up quickly. Don’t you have classes in the afternoon?
Duan: Yeah, I have to go get some food quickly. Have you eaten yet? You don’t even answer my question.
Let it go: Eat it
Duan: Okay, I got up and missed you.
After these two messages, except for one message that the other party came to the piano room after three o'clock, there was no other message in the entire afternoon.
17:21 pm, in the factory.
Before the end of Qin Jian's afternoon class.
"Wood that is over 50 years old will have its flexibility greatly reduced, so the resonance will also be affected. Weak beats will sound stronger, and strong beats will sound weaker."
Liao Linjun said and looked behind him, "That's why you can't control that piano well, because that piano is made of 70-year-old spruce."
Qin Jian nodded to show that he understood. This morning, when he was further experiencing the intensity of the fortepiano's keys, something magical happened. No matter how hard he reduced the intensity, he could not make a weak note sound very weak.
Now that he knew that the volume problem was not caused by himself, he felt relieved.
While talking, he picked up the phone again, but did not receive any message, which made him feel irritable again.
Liao Linjun noticed something strange about Qin Jian, who had been a little absent-minded for the past two days.
"What's wrong? What happened recently?" Liao Linjun asked Qin Jian
When Qin Jian heard the sound, he put on his cell phone and raised his head, as if I was ok: "It's okay, Sister Lin Jun, what about tomorrow? According to the progress, can I practice Chopin on the clavichord?"
When Liao Linjun saw that the other party said it was okay, she didn't ask any more questions. When it came to tomorrow, she smiled and said: "You don't have to practice piano for the next two days. Take a rest. We will officially start practicing Chopin next week."
Should I rest for two days? Qin Jian thought about it, that’s fine.
Although he has not spent his evenings practicing piano in recent days, translating documents and studying the recordings of the 80-person preliminary competition still prevent him from truly relaxing for a day.
The class time has arrived this afternoon, and both of them are packing up and preparing to leave.
"Qin Jian, do you know the Bells Music Festival?"
Qin Jian really doesn't know, "Tell me."
Liao Linjun: "The Bells Music Festival is also a relatively large classical music festival in Norway. It is held in Bergen in early July every year. The theme of the music festival is to cultivate new composers."
Qin Jian: "That sounds really good. I haven't heard of such a classical music festival in China."
"Indeed not."
Liao Linjun paused and continued, "Tomorrow and the next two days will be the opening ceremony of this event. Porter is the special guest of this opening ceremony. You can go out with him to relax for two days and go around Bergen.
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"The opening ceremony is quite interesting. Some modern composers from Northern Europe will come. Maybe you can meet a few people who know you." Liao Linjun alluded to Qin Jian's Chris Variations, "You can have a good exchange then."
It sounds quite interesting, but at this time Qin Jian was a little unmotivated, "Let's talk, Sister Lin Jun, I'm a little tired, so I'll go back and rest first."
Liao Linjun: "Don't worry, he won't leave until tomorrow afternoon. It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. It's time for dinner soon. Why don't you eat something first?"
"I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat tonight. I pay my respects to Sister Lin Jun."
After Qin Jian left, Liao Linjun looked at Qin Jian's back and couldn't help but guess, what happened to this boy in the past two days?
Qin Jian spent most of the night on the bed flipping over his cell phone. During this period, he tried to get up several times to translate documents but could not hold on for more than a few minutes.
As a result, at 22:13, we finally received Duan Ran’s message.
Duan: I'm at the apartment! I'm so exhausted that I can finally go to bed early today.
When Qin Jian saw the message, he immediately sat up with his cell phone, and then started editing with his cell phone.
He quickly typed up a series of words, but he didn't send them out for a long time.
After a while.
He sighed and deleted the string of words.
He originally wanted to confidently ask the other party what was going on recently, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.
at last.
Let it go: You’ve worked hard and take a break. Did you miss dinner again?