603. The pear tree of 86! One hundred million missed due to signal
He Jing didn't have anything important to do. She just heard Fang Xuehua say when she got home last night that Qin Jian was homesick, so today she called Qin Jian just as he was getting ready to go to bed.
Within a few words, she really felt that Qin Jian was homesick.
"Would you like to come back and take a break after finishing the music festival? Senior sister's course should be almost over, right?"
Qin Jian: "Forget it, it will probably take some time. When will you go back to school, sister?"
He Jing: "It's not decided yet, what's wrong?"
Qin Jian calculated the time and then asked: "Are you coming to the Chopin Competition?"
He Jing smiled on the phone and said, "Of course, but you have to hold on a little longer and don't go on a round trip."
It seems that He Jing will come, and Qin Jian is relieved: "By the way, sister, you will go with your parents to get your passports done recently. No matter whether they come or not, we will be prepared in advance."
He Jing: "We were still talking about this at home last night, so don't worry about the passport."
Qin Jian was responsible for checking the tickets, and He Jing was responsible for accompanying the two adults to apply for passports.
A clear division of labor.
After answering the phone call, Qin Jian settled another worry.
He hopes that he can be witnessed by his family on the most senior competition stage in the world.
...
Qin Jian hung up the phone and had no intention of reading the novel. Not long after he washed up and went to bed, Duan Ran also finished.
Qin Jian finished early today, and the two of them had time to video chat.
Sometimes just turning on the video without talking is a very pleasant thing, because Duan Ran is good-looking, so Qin Jian thinks so.
But Duan Ran spoke strangely tonight.
There seems to be a feeling in the expression of "I know something you don't know, but I won't tell you"
"What's wrong?" Qin Jian asked directly, expressing the sensitivity in his heart, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with you?"
Duan Ran brushed away the hair beside his left ear and chuckled: "You are going to attend the Bells Music Festival tomorrow, right."
"Yes, you didn't know about this a long time ago." Qin Jian felt very strange. Looking at Duan Ran biting his lip expression on the screen, an idea flashed in his mind. He seemed to have caught something. His heart felt hot and he said in surprise:
"No way?!"
Duan Ran tilted his head, "Ah? "Two sounds""
The more Qin Jian thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case, "You are coming this time too!"
"Haha." Duan Ran choked, "How could I possibly go? I have class tomorrow, you forgot!"
"Uh-" Qin Jian felt dull for a moment.
Duan Ran seemed to be satisfied with Qin Jian's disappointed expression. Duan Ran paused and said, "I won't go, but -"
"My dad is leaving tomorrow."
Qin Jian didn't react for a while, but Duan Ran continued: "And you will go too if I tell him."
Petrochemicaling.
Qin Jian was stunned.
moment.
"real or fake?"
"Hmm~"
...
...
August 8th is the first day of the Bergen Summer International Classical Music Festival.
The entire city is immersed in the ocean of music.
It is truly an ocean of music. From the moment Qin Jian entered the city at 13:24 noon, the melody and rhythm never stopped playing in his ears.
He sat in the passenger seat of a convertible classic car and saw various street performances along the way.
There were all kinds of things. He saw Edinburgh's marching band and the opera Der Rosenkavalier performed on a temporary stage at the entrance of the shopping mall. The performer was actually the Norwegian National Radio Theater.
The huge audience under the stage makes it difficult to tell whether they are spectators or tourists.
But the whole street can be described with an appropriate idiom - a sea of people.
The car finally stopped moving, and the old bartender parked the car at the entrance of an alley.
Old bartender: "We just walk the rest of the way."
After getting off the bus, on the way to the main venue of the music festival, Qin Jian experienced another military band flash mob of "Colonel Porky". The old bartender told him that these people were teachers and students of the Bergen Conservatory of Music.
Qin Jian has never participated in a music festival. The closest music festival to him was the Chopin and His International Music Festival, but he went back to China without catching up.
But this time he really caught up with a hot, ongoing classical music festival.
It was also the first time that Qin Jian felt the musical atmosphere of a music city to this extent on the street.
He had never seen such an exciting scene in Vienna.
“Shocking.“
Qin Jian was filled with emotion as he listened to the various performances coming from all directions.
"If you have a chance, you should go to Leipzig to see the Bach Music Festival. It's a 24-hour carnival, with only various forms of Bach music." The old bartender leaned into Qin Jian's ear and added, "Of course there is beer."
Leipzig, the hometown of Bach.
Needless to say, the old bartender would definitely make a pilgrimage to this place.
"Uncle, is the Bells Music Festival in memory of Grieg?" Qin Jian made an association from the old bartender's words, "Just like the Bach Music Festival in Leipzig?"
"No, no, no," the old bartender shook his head, "Greeg did put a stamp on classical music for the city of Bergen, but this music festival has nothing to do with him."
"The festival originated as a victory in the war, but has since eroded into a routine and a shameless tourist promotion scheme."
Qin Jian listened well to the first half of the popular science, but suddenly his taste changed when he heard the second part.
Seeing Qin Jian's silence, the old bartender put his arm around his shoulders: "Don't be discouraged, there will be something different this time."
Qin Jian curled his lips. He wanted to say that he didn't feel depressed at all, but he was still curious about what would be different this time: "For example?"
The old bartender cast a flirtatious look at the blonde beauty who passed by the two of them, then turned to look at Qin Jian: "It's because of me that I brought you here."
Qin Jian:...
The noise and music around them became louder and louder, and the old and the young quickly disappeared into the moving crowd.
There is still one and a half hours until the first event starts.
The two of them were less than one kilometer away from the event venue, so they had enough time to enjoy this shameless but extremely hilarious street warm-up ceremony.
In the direction of the flow of the crowd, a few neatly dressed people would appear from time to time, or people carrying musical instruments, or people with headphones on and holding music scores in their hands. Some of them were walking in front of Qin Jian and his wife.
In front, some were following Qin Jian and the others.
What they all have in common is that they are always heading north.
At the end of the street to the north is a large, wide square.
A pure percussion performance was being staged in the square. Ding-ding-dong-dong, various ups and downs of drums at different speeds and rhythms were combined together to create a sense of gorgeous music in a non-musical performance.
Not far from the show is a sculpture.
Qin Jian: "Is that sculpture in the middle of the square Grieg?"
Old bartender: "Aren't you very tall?"
Qin Jian: "Yes."
Old bartender: "Greg is a short man."
Qin Jian: "Okay, what do you say?"
Old bartender: "What is what?"
The two walked through the crowd and arrived at the square.
To the south of the square, the Opus Hotel next to the Grieg Concert Hall was their destination—it was also one of the main venues of this music festival.
...
Opus Hotel front desk.
Qin Jian: "Uncle, aren't we going back to Qinfang to stay in the next few days?"
The old bartender looked at Qin Jian strangely, and then his eyes were attracted by the high heels and laughter coming from the hotel door.
Qin Jian's eyes followed the old bartender, and he saw two foreign girls carrying luggage and exquisite musical instrument bags.
Judging from the appearance of the musical instrument bags in their hands, Qin Jian guessed that one was a violin and the other was a clarinet or oboe.
"Why go back?"
The old bartender nodded approvingly, "We're not leaving, but we can't squeeze into the same room, Jian."