No one knows what happened next. Anyway, it was almost 4 o'clock in the morning when the two of them got ready to sleep again.
It seems that before going to bed, Duan Ran came out of the bathroom.
"I have no inhibitions."
After saying this, he jumped on the bed and got into Qin Jian's arms, found a comfortable position and fell asleep.
This last flashing scene gradually dissipated with the beginning of the next day.
...
The night passes and the sun rises again.
When Qin Jian opened his eyes, his arms were empty again. He subconsciously stood up and looked for Duan Ran.
Looking around, he saw that the other party was already fully dressed and busy in the half-open kitchen.
He sat up half-chested and leaned back on the bed.
Qin Jian quietly felt the first morning in Paris.
The morning light outside the window is peaceful and peaceful.
Duan Ran got up early today, washed up, and then started busy preparing breakfast for the two of them.
Although she was busy in the kitchen, from time to time she would take a moment to look at the direction of the bed.
When she looked this time, she found that Qin Jian had sat up and was looking at her with a smile.
A smile on his face.
"Ah, you're awake, go brush your teeth quickly, we'll have dinner soon!"
As he spoke, he sped up the eggs in his hands.
"Follow me~"
Qin Jian got out of bed in a big way, walked up to Duan Ran and gave him a hug, whispering: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It seems like you have a harder time."
Duan Ranyi looked like a little woman who was not shy, leaning into Qin Jian's arms, but her mouth was not merciful at all: "Do you need to add another egg to supplement it?"
"Ah~"
As soon as she finished speaking, her waist was slapped with moderate force.
Qin Jian took the opportunity to press a set of seventh chords in the weakest part.
"want."
...
...
This was Qin Jian's first time eating a three-egg sandwich, and he felt bloated after eating it.
It's just that he doesn't understand why this morning with zero mistakes can be made so ugly. Not to mention, the taste is really weird.
Qin Jian: "Let me cook at noon!"
Duan Ran: "You can actually cook?!"
Qin Jian: "...."
Duan Ran: "I thought you only knew how to make rice noodles!"
Qin Jian: "Let's go quickly. If we go late, we won't have a good seat in the classroom."
Duan Ran: "You don't understand French. It's different where you sit. Wait for me to put on makeup."
Qin Jian: "...Class is not like going out on the street, so you can just wear a hat."
Duan Ran: "Why am I wearing a hat? My hair was just washed last night, okay? By the way, don't wear a mask for a while!"
Qin Jian: "..."
Looking at Duan Ran applying in front of the mirror, Qin Jian felt that Duan Ran had changed a bit in a night's work.
My mouth suddenly seemed to be opened and became powerful.
Also, he felt that Duan Ran really didn’t need to put on makeup, although there were indeed two completely different smells before and after makeup.
Suddenly something occurred to him, and Qin Jian felt that the three eggs he had just added worked.
...
So when there were still 10 minutes left before class, the two of them left the apartment.
Before leading him out, Qin Jian finally left his hat and mask on the hanger under Duan Ran's strong coercion.
On the campus path in the early morning, the two of them looked like a young Asian couple.
Duan Ran held Qin Jian's arm just like he was on the streets of Warsaw, Hamburg.
Along the way, although such a scene is a common thing on university campuses, Duan Ran still has a certain reputation in the Paris School, and the person she is holding does not seem to be a student of this school.
Duan Ran didn't let go until he reached the door of the classroom.
Qin Jian: "Would it be too public to enter the classroom like this?"
Duan Ran: "Don't worry."
As soon as the two people entered the classroom, Rigel saw Qin Jian on the podium.
Rigel was not too surprised. He naturally understood that Qin Jian came to see Duan Ran's concert yesterday, and then the young couple came to take one of his classes early in the morning.
Smiling, he walked towards Qin Jian.
Then he took the initiative to shake Qin Jian's hand, which made many students in the classroom dumbfounded.
However, sharp-eyed piano students recognized Qin Jian at a glance. To be honest, as far as the current situation is concerned, Qin Jian's reputation in Europe is slightly greater than that in China.
Some people also focused on Duan Ran. They didn't expect that classmate Duan Ran, who had always kept a low profile, would have such a boyfriend. No wonder many people had rejected Duan Ran before.
In the eyes of most people, Qin Jian is already beyond their reach.
"It is indeed him."
In a corner of the classroom, the young man whispering to him was the violinist Qin Jian met on campus yesterday.
The girl next to the violin man was also the girl from yesterday, and she also sighed, "He is actually Duan Ran's boyfriend..."
Under various eyes, Duan Ran took Qin Jian and sat in the middle.
There were not as many people in the classroom as Qin Jian imagined.
As Riegel's words came up again on the podium.
Qin Jian's first class at a foreign conservatory begins.
Indeed, as Duan Ran said, Qin Jian really couldn't understand it, but fortunately with Duan Ran's translation and explanation and Rigel's demonstration, Qin Jian was able to understand it.
As the current president of the International Mozart Society, the Mozart played by Riegel is indeed full of extraordinary feelings. Although it is only a few fragments, it is enough for Qin Jian to think about it.
Duan Ran: "This section is more important. He said that the final movement of K459 is the greatest final movement of all Mozart's concertos."
Listening to the demonstration in front of the piano, Qin Jian said: "Then."
Duan Ran: "The first two movements of this piece are already full of baroque imitation, and the last movement..."
Duan Ran thought about the words for a while, "The last movement is comprehensive and complex, including fugue, Italian comic opera and..."
Duan Ran tried to think back.
Qin Jian added: "There is also the style of the finale of the rondo."
"Yes, yes!" Duan Ran nodded.
In fact, Duan Ran, not to mention Qin Jian, also heard that Riegel incorporated the lightest and heaviest playing techniques into his performance. Although there was no concerto from the orchestra at this time, Riegel was in full swing from the solo presentation.
The style of writing Mozart on the score is reflected.
The piece K459 is a piece that Qin Jian has always wanted to practice, but the shadow of Baroque in this work made him a little afraid. He was worried that he would not be able to express the symmetry, balance and dramatic tension of Baroque.
The calmer the work, the harder it is to make splashes.
Qin Jian is not ready yet.
However, after listening to the class, Qin Jian still gained a lot.
Rigel's words stuck in his mind: "We should pay attention to the mosaic structure in the work."
This sentence accurately explains the structure of this piece, at least to Qin Jian now, it sounds absolutely correct.
After the class, Qin Jian accompanied Duan Ran and hurried to the next classroom.
"History of Opera Art?"
"It's elective!"
A busy morning was spent in two classes.
...
At 12:00 noon, the two people arrived at the supermarket near the school again.