600. The Transition from Humanity to Nature op25.no1 Metamorphosis
Qin Jian called again and Duan Ran answered, but the topic did not continue.
The two chatted briefly for a while, and finally Duan Ran sent two words of "Mo", and then Qin Jian continued to practice the piano.
The signal in Bergen is actually pretty good.
Lihuamu Perov is also good. After Duan Ran put down his phone, he sat down in front of his new piano with a sense of ceremony.
The first movement of the beautiful Chopin Concerto sounded, Concerto No. 1.
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At about 9:30 pm, Duan Hong knocked on the door and walked into Duan Ran's bedroom.
Duan Hong didn't want to disturb his daughter's piano practice, but he really wanted to find out what was going on with this piano. For example, did Qin Jian's parents know that their son had given such a piano to others as a gift?
Such an expensive gift made Duan Hong feel uneasy, not because he had any doubts about Qin Jian.
It's just that as a parent, he cannot face this kind of thing with a completely acquiescent attitude.
After all, in his eyes, both of them are still children in school, even though they are both outstanding.
"Concerto No. 1, has it been decided?" Duan Hong first asked an equally important question.
Duan Ran stopped, his eyes still wandering on the music score in front of him, "Not yet."
Duan Hong nodded and sat across from the Perlov piano, carefully looking at the piano again. He was even more certain that this piano was extraordinary.
"What about him, has his final selection been decided?"
The man in Duan Hong's mouth was naturally Qin Jian. Duan Ran felt a little sweet in his heart when he heard his father ask about his sweetheart in a natural tone, especially after such a little turmoil over a birthday gift.
Duan Ran looked up at Duan Hong and said with a smile: "He is also struggling."
Duan Hong sighed slightly when he saw the little happiness in his daughter's eyes. After a moment, the prepared question came to his lips and he swallowed it.
Then she urged her lovingly: "Then you two need to speed up. Based on my experience, all the tracks should be finalized one month before the competition."
“This way we can focus more on the final preparations.”
Duan Ran chuckled: "I know, I'd like to hear Teacher Rigel's advice in class the day after tomorrow, so don't worry about the repertoire."
As if he finally didn't want to affect his daughter's good mood tonight, Duan Hong sighed and decided to put the doubts in his heart back for a while, thinking that he would wait until he was finished with things in Norway.
Having made a decision in his heart, Duan Hong stopped thinking about it and revealed his weekend plans for tomorrow, "How about taking a day off tomorrow and going to a concert?"
Duan Ran: "Concert?"
Duan Hong: "The Monte Carlo Symphony Orchestra came to Paris. Conductor Gandiff contacted me yesterday. This time his repertoire includes Elgar's Symphony No. 1."
When he heard Elgar's Symphony No. 1, Duan Ran's little face became excited, "Okay!"
Duan Hong smiled and said, "Then we have agreed that we have to leave before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. We have to have a good meal before the concert starts. Our family has not gone out to eat for a long time."
Duan Ran still felt a little conflicted by the words 'we are a family', but at this time she did not show anything, but asked: "Can you stay at home for a while after this trip?"
She reminded: "Xuanxuan will participate in a community cello charity performance this weekend."
"Well."
Duan Hong hesitated for a moment, "Sorry, I haven't had time to tell you yet, but I'm going to Norway the day after tomorrow."
Duan Ran's mouth opened involuntarily.
Then something rang in my ears - "I have to represent the orchestra at the Bells Music Festival."
"Well?!!"
Little Fatty Duan was confused.
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10:30.
Bergen, the small town of Qinfang.
Qin Jian ended today's practice.
After the counterpoint class this morning, he went to the piano room and continued practicing the mazurka as he had last night.
At this stage of Mazurka practice, it is no longer a question of technique and proficiency.
It’s about playing understanding, playing yourself, and playing feeling.
Inspired by Solveig's Song yesterday, Qin Jian tried for the first time today to incorporate something more unique to him into the mazurka.
For example - I feel homesick.
Qin Jian is homesick, although there is really no emotion about homesickness in the C-sharp minor Mazurka.
But he did practice with such a mood all day today.
In fact, this was just a coincidence. What happened? When he was having breakfast, he saw a WeChat Moment posted by Fang Xuehua last night. There were two family photos on the WeChat Moment.
The photo on the left looks very dated. He has a big red dot on his forehead in the photo, and little He Jing behind him is also dark and thin.
The photo on the right was taken by a family of four at the dinner table during last year’s New Year’s Eve dinner.
Copywriting: The years are silent.
There are also likes from He Jing and Qin Gang below.
Qin Jian also liked it in the morning, and he kept talking about it in his heart for the whole day.
Indeed, more than a year passed in silence, and he barely spent a few days at home.
As he chanted, the melody under his fingers seemed to have a feeling of homesickness. Every time the notes were short, he would lengthen them intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was nostalgic for something.
Without changing the overall music speed, the music takes on a different flavor.
This change does not exclude the suspicion of some artificiality, but it was also under such a coincidental attempt that when he tried to play the Polish mazurka for the Poles in Chopin's way, he also began to think about how to
Combining the nostalgia of a Chinese traveler with the mazurka of Polish national music.
Different national cultural symbols are different, but the feelings about family and country seem to be the same.
"That would be a good next step question."
After closing the piano cover, Qin Jian left.
After coming out of the piano room, when he passed by Old Harlem's door, he saw that there was still a light on in the glass window, and he couldn't help but stop.
After much hesitation, he still gave up visiting at this time. It was indeed a bit late today, but he still clearly remembered the comments the old man gave him yesterday.
After returning to the cabin and taking a shower, Qin Jian called Fang Xuehua.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"Mom, where's my dad?"
"Mom, where is my sister."
Qin Jian asked no fewer than five questions like this in ten minutes on the phone.
Fang Xuehua happened to be free today, and the other two went out to do their own things.
"I'm going to cook. Your sister has been busy lately, so she probably came back late today, and so did your dad. Didn't the Education Bureau organize some big chorus again? He's responsible for accompanying people again."
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After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian felt much better.
I originally wanted to call He Jing, but I figured the other party was busy, so I forgot about it.
He knew about He Jing's return to Boer, but he didn't know that Ye Yi and He Jing had been getting closer and closer in the past month.
After staying up until twelve o'clock, Qin Jian finally couldn't stand it anymore after saying happy birthday to Duan Ran for the last time.
Then he put down his phone and fell asleep.
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12 a.m. Bergen time, 18:07 Beijing time.
At the gate of Boer Art School, He Jingye said goodbye again with a smile.
Today, He Jing can understand the sign language of "goodbye, sister".
"Goodbye Ye Yi, we can discuss the decoration plan tonight."
Ye nodded and watched He Jing get into the car.
After the car drove away, she also walked towards Shui Mo Garden.
Recently she is preparing for something she considers to be a major event in her life.