Chubby Duan, who was sitting on the bed in his bedroom at home in Paris, couldn't stop laughing when he saw this reply.
Then he replied: Hum, your mouth is getting louder and louder.
moment.
Idiot Qin Jian: When it comes to this, you are still the best
Such suggestive words reminded Duan Ran of certain scenes from last month. Unknowingly, Qin Jian had already left Paris for a month.
"Hey~"
When she thought that under normal circumstances it would take more than fifty days to meet again, Duan Ran didn't know whether to lament whether time was passing quickly or slowly. In short, she felt a little melancholy.
She couldn't cheer up in the face of Qin Jian's teasing.
Duan: Okay, come on, squeeze your shoulders and cheer up~
Idiot Qin Jian: I've already gone out
Duan Ran put down her phone and did not reply to the other party. She had planned to take a lunch break, but now that she was no longer sleepy, she decided to continue practicing the piano as she had in the morning.
After the tense final exam, Duan Ran clearly felt that he had enough time, and there was no need to take care of exams and practice at the same time.
Now that the semester is over, although she still has to go back to school to find a teacher every week, she no longer has to live in school.
Staying at home is always more convenient than going to school, especially since this home in Paris is basically accepted by her.
After a month of polishing, she was almost ready for the first three rounds of Chopin's repertoire. The question before her now was the final repertoire - choose one of the two.
"Concerto No. 1 in E minor or Concerto No. 2 in F minor."
This is a troubling issue.
"Well, I really want to play F minor, but~"
She wanted to laugh when she thought of Rigel's horrified expression when he heard her idea last week.
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14:30. This unique concert allows anyone to leave early
St. Ann's Church.
The five rows and two rows of long lacquered wood seats were already full, including residents of the town, workers from the piano workshop, and a few tourists who looked like they were from out of town.
Old Assad and Ido sat in the first row, Ido sat in the aisle closest to the wall, and old Harlem and his wife were next to Assad.
This is Qin Jian's first group of relatives and friends.
It must be said that the number of people present today is far more than 50, and there are still many people standing behind the last row of seats.
Liao Linjun was standing in the last corner, and she gave up her position to a small town resident.
On the makeshift stage, the old bartender was not dressed like a priest, but the way he stood under the cross and spoke looked and expressed like a priest.
He devoutly thanked everyone for coming, guest-starred as the host, and warmed up the atmosphere in the venue.
In the repertoire introduction of the concert, the old bartender did not talk much about Chopin. As a city where great music like Grieg was born, Bergen has a high degree of popularity of music in the entire city.
All you need to know is that today's theme is Chopin.
“Finally, our performer will appear!”
"jian."
There was applause, children's laughter, and all kinds of noise.
It is hard to imagine that this is a piano concert scene without a tall rectangular music hall, no bright lights, and no golden painted walls.
Even the warm-up host looked like a red-faced old man selling oysters in a supermarket.
But it was such a scene that gave Qin Jian a unique feeling when he came out of the prayer room.
Perhaps it was because the various classical and old-school brilliant concert halls had appeared and closed, and everything in front of him gave him a sense of novelty.
When he passed the crucifix, he was also pious. At this moment, he felt that the theme of today's music should be Bach, Handel, or any kind of church music from the Baroque period.
And his clothes, he regretted dressing himself up like a bright rooster.
Perhaps wearing the same clothes as the small town residents in the audience made him feel more relaxed.
But now is no longer the time to dwell on these issues.
Following normal etiquette, he sat down in front of Little Brown with a smile.
The applause from the audience disappeared immediately.
"Huh~"
He let out a breath and raised his hand.
The Ballade No. 1 in G minor slowly started as he pressed the first note.
The melancholy minor melody in Little Brown's plain voice is like a cup of old tea that has been brewed many times, with a faint tea aroma, but no characteristics.
A kind of ordinary opening, which is very suitable for an opening that does not charge admission at all.
And as the lamentable emotion of the first theme appeared in the music, gradually people discovered that there seemed to be something else hidden under the fragrance of tea.
Emotions exaggerated the music, and the music promoted the emotions. In less than two measures, Qin Jian's steady arms released an anxious low roar from the little brown body.
He didn't use too many techniques or continue to push his emotions. After another tenderness flashed in his eyes, his fingers clearly outlined the connecting paragraphs, and then the music entered the gentle second theme.
It's like the teacup is filled with water again.
The same cup of tea, the same water, but this time it has a different taste.
This was the first time Liao Linjun heard Qin Jian play this ballad on the fortepiano a month later. It was completely different from the last time she heard it.
This completely different feeling is very intuitive. The most direct one is the auditory experience. Although she doesn't want to admit it, she has to say that she prefers Qin Jian's previous processing in terms of processing.
It is a bright, skillful and singing process that perfectly outlines every detail, which is very dazzling.
But the ballad played by Qin Jian at this time is more like an old man in his twilight years telling a story in an unvarnished tone. It is an ordinary story in which it is difficult to find the highlights.
But it was such a kind of performance, but it was so natural that Liao Linjun didn't even find any idea about Qin Jian in the music.
If we talk about works and presentation, then in her opinion Qin Jian has achieved it.
Faced with such a performance, she couldn't give you an evaluation immediately. She thought she might not be able to feel Qin Jian's expression until the end.
Or next time? Or on a modern piano?
Unknowingly, Liao Linjun had already thought about many issues along with the music.
Her mental activities were constantly changing, but the sound of the piano in her ears kept speaking in the same tone.
...
When the song ended, no one could have imagined that the first person to applaud would be the old Harlin sitting in the first row.
The old man was the first to give applause. His eyes under the old frames were smiling, and the applause was full of accomplishment.
Then the second and the third, one after another, applause broke out.
Qin Jian stood up, held the piano, turned his face, and bowed.
When he bent down, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure on the left side of the third row stand up, and then the figure stood up and left the seat. It was a very elegantly dressed lady.
Then the second, the third, the fourth.
When he stood up, he continued to send off the fifth leaving audience with a smile.
Some people in the audience were surprised at the people leaving beside them, while others looked at the young people on the stage with encouraging eyes.
The door of the church is open from the beginning. Everyone can come in and of course can go out.
Qin Jian thanked these five people who left for listening to the first piece of his first Chopin concert.
He felt that he played pretty well.
The concert continued, the applause fell, and Qin Jian sat down again.
Just as he sat down, a small figure quietly walked in along the church door. He didn't have time to wonder what was going on here. When he saw an empty seat, he hurried over and sat down carefully.
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At this moment, the little figure could finally take a closer look at where this place was.
This scene was still captured by Qin Jian's peripheral vision.
His eyes narrowed slightly, he put down his hands with a smile, and then raised his hands again.