Liao Linjun sent Qin Jian to the entrance of the airport and warned him again: "Pay attention to safety on the road."
Qin Jian was moved and apologetic about the fact that Liao Linjun drove after him from the town in the middle of the night.
The reason why he sent that message to the other party was just to tell the other party about his movements. In order to avoid some problems, he explained it to the other party in advance.
Which piece of information shocked the other party directly.
"I'm sorry, Sister Lin Jun." Qin Jian was indeed a little embarrassed.
Liao Linjun took a breath and ignored Qin Jian's words, "Let me know when you get to Paris. Duan Ran will pick you up?"
Liao Linjun smiled, how could she not understand the thoughts of the young people now? She had experienced this many times in those years, "Don't worry, I don't remember many things when I wake up, but it's only three days, you
Gotta go back to Bergen, you hear?”
"Three days are enough," Qin Jian responded repeatedly. Liao Linjun learned that he was going to Paris and gave him an extra day off. "Don't worry, Sister Lin Jun."
"Okay, I have nothing to worry about. Let's go quickly."
As Liao Linjun waved and left, Qin Jian also entered the airport.
Qin Jian had barely taken two steps into the airport when a message came through on his cell phone.
Sister Lin Jun: After getting off the plane, pick up your luggage and go directly to Exit 32 of T1. The bus is at the end of the way. After getting off the bus, you will go to downtown Paris. The places you want to go are clearly written on the tram stops.
, Paris is quite chaotic at night, don’t run around with Duan Ran.
Let it go: Got it!
He said there was nothing to worry about, but Liao Linjun was still worried.
Thinking of arriving at the place where Duan Ran had lived for more than a year after dawn, Qin Jian felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
This feeling is really indescribable, it's very subtle.
...
If nothing unexpected happened, Qin Jian's flight would not be very long. However, when the flight was connecting in Amsterdam, it happened to be delayed. This made the originally only 4 and a half hour journey abruptly cut short.
It took 6 hours.
It was already 12:30 a.m. Paris time when Qin Jian got on the airport bus bound for downtown Paris according to Liao Linjun's instructions.
Although he didn't have much time to appreciate Charles de Gaulle Airport, he admitted that when the plane landed, the overall view of the airport still made him feel "very good."
At least it felt better than the first time he landed in Hamburg.
On the noisy streets of Paris, Qin Jian felt the charm of this so-called fashion capital for the first time. When he got off the bus, there were only people in his sight.
The huge advertisements for fashion cosmetics and the like on the street had no attraction for him at all, except for the white-haired old man on the street who played Piazzolla on a doppany piano that slowed him down for a while.
On the tram leading to the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique de Paris, the cityscape of Paris also passed by Qin Jian scene by scene.
If there was anything novel to him, it was probably the bicycles all over the streets.
The streets of Paris in Qinjian are not even as wide as those in Nanshi, and it seems a bit crowded with large cars and small cars running on them.
The phone lights up and a message is sent.
Qin Jian withdrew his gaze.
Duan: You got up very late this morning. I’m going to have lunch.
Then a photo was sent, which showed a piece of fried fast food. Qin Jian guessed from the background of the plate that this should be a fast food restaurant.
Something moved in my heart.
Let it go: It looks good. Where are you?
Duan: It’s right in front of the school, but I rarely come here to eat because I’m too tired of it.
Duan: Get up quickly!
Let it go: Hmm, do you want to go practice piano directly after dinner?
Duan: Yeah, but today it will end at 9pm at most.
Let it go: Okay, I got it, eat it now
Twenty minutes later, Qin Jian got out of the car. Following the prompts on Google Maps, he quickly found the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique de Paris. He also saw a yellow-branded fast food restaurant.
It's just that there's no one in the transparent window of the fast food restaurant.
He wasn't nervous at all. If Duan Ran suddenly walked out of it, he thought the scene would be pretty good.
Approaching the window, Qin Jian looked inside intently, as if trying to find the table where Duan Ran had just sat.
It's still an amazing feeling.
Five minutes later, Qin Jian arrived at the school gate across the street, a very ordinary gate.
A young man with yellow hair riding a bicycle and carrying a large bicycle on his back rode out of the gate and passed by him, bringing with him a little breeze, which slightly cooled down the already hot June Paris.
Maybe the person just now knew that Duan Ran had even taken classes with Duan Ran.
Qin Jian was happy, tightened his backpack, and strode into the door with his head held high.
It feels different from the campus in Chai Yuan, probably because of the different seasons. In addition to bicycles everywhere and various music sounds coming from every corner, the campus here has a lot more vitality than Chai Yuan.
All the young people coming and going looked like students from this school in terms of temperament and dress. Qin Jian walked behind a pair of people who looked like a couple.
The man was carrying a trombone and the woman was carrying a viola. They looked like they were going to rehearse.
Passing through a gray building, the three of them arrived at an open space with a wide view. Not far away was a row of stone steps. Looking along the stone steps, they saw a pure glass concert hall full of modern design appearing in Qinjian.
before.
“What a beautiful concert hall.”
Qin Jian stopped and sighed. The couple had already climbed the steps and approached the concert hall.
suddenly.
Qin Jian saw what seemed to be a large poster posted on the notice board to the left of the concert hall door. Then his eyes fell on the figure in a blue dress on the poster and could no longer move away.
No one is more familiar with this figure than him.
He walked towards the poster step by step. His steps were not fast. From time to time, people carrying musical instruments passed by him and entered the concert hall one after another.
Slowly, Qin Jian stopped in front of the poster.
Looking at the slender figure on the poster whose dress and color were a little too conservative, Qin Jian smiled softly.
“I don’t even know how to smile even if I take a photo.”
For some reason, Qin Jian didn't feel unhappy at all because of the other party's concealment. Although he had doubts in his heart, he was not in a hurry.
Then he looked up and down. Although he couldn't read French, Qin Jian could still understand the number and date of Liszt's work on the poster.
June 14, 19:30 pm.
Qin Jian felt lingering fear for a while. Fortunately, he came today, otherwise he would be sad if he knew that he had missed such a day in the future.
"Will-o'-the-wisp."
"Chasing snow."
"Hungarian Rhapsody in C sharp minor."
"Steel Concert No. 2 in A major."
"Memories of Norma."
Looking at the songs in the first and second half, Qin Jian finally understood why the other party had been practicing so crazily for the past month.