786. Yang Lan: One Hundred Qin Jian: I Don't Like Labels
The three people here were having dinner, and Qin Gang was drinking wine, listening to Qin Jian's current situation with great interest.
Nothing broadcast on TV or read online was as good as what my son said.
After eating it for a while, Qin Gang sighed, he had nothing extravagant to ask for in his life, he was just waiting to hold his grandson.
"Dad, I'm going to submit the materials when I get back from this tour." Qin Jian put down his chopsticks, "I'm going to Vienna around April next year."
"How many years do you have to go?" Qin Gang took out a cigarette and said with a smile, "You bastard won't come back in the future, right?"
Fang Xuehua stood up and cleared the table, "Mom tells you, no matter what you do, you must pay attention to your health. What mom is most worried about is your body. Look at how bad you are when you come back this time."
"Yes, mom, don't worry."
Qin Jian promised to help clean up, but Fang Xuehua wouldn't let him do it, "Let's chat with your father for a while longer. I'll be talking about you at home all day long."
Qin Jian saw this and sat down again.
"How many days can you stay after this trip?" Qin Gang filled a glass of wine for himself.
"Two days, I'll go back to Yanjing on the evening of the 12th and go to Germany on the 15th."
Qin Jian felt a little guilty. When he was participating in the competition, his parents took leave and traveled thousands of miles abroad to stay with him for half a month. This time he could only say a few words to his parents when he returned home. However, thinking that the Chinese New Year was almost here, he felt better.
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"Okay," Qin Gang flicked the ashes from his cigarette, "I'll go to your grandpa's house tomorrow morning to have a drink. I'll have a meal at your grandpa's house at noon. Then you can go about your business."
The father and son chatted for a while, and Qin Gang asked Qin Jian to go to bed.
After taking a shower, Qin Jian returned to his new bedroom.
Nowhere is as comfortable as staying at home.
He stretched out on the bed and called Duan Ran.
On the other end of the phone, Little Fatty Duan had just returned to the apartment after a busy day, "Wait for me for a while, I need to go to the bathroom and wash my face."
As he spoke, the phone on the keyboard side was hung up.
After a while, the other party sent a Didi video.
Qin Jian accepted.
Then a cute little face appeared on the screen.
"Has the concert program been reported?"
"Yeah." Duan Ran nodded, "But Professor Rigel hasn't replied to me yet. I plan to go find him tomorrow."
"There's less than a month left," Qin Jian encouraged, "Come on."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, I want to see your bedroom." Duan Ran gritted his teeth.
Qin Jian stood up, picked up his phone and circled it.
"Not bad, not bad." Duan Ran gritted his teeth, "Okay, hubby, go to bed quickly, we have a busy day tomorrow."
"Well, I'm going to bed now. The temperature in Paris has dropped recently. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold."
Qin Jian's concern warmed Duan Ran's heart, "Don't worry!" She kissed the camera, "Mua~ I'll sleep too~"
"Good night Duan Duan, I miss you very much."
"Well - what are you doing? Stop talking. Go to bed. Good night, hubby."
Duan Ran was reluctant to hang up the video, and Qin Jian put his phone aside.
He turned off the light.
Qin Jian was sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep for a while.
Tossing and turning, he was thinking about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Thinking about another thing about his return this time.
Finally, the erosion of exhaustion finally made him lose consciousness before dawn.
There is no moon in Yangcheng tonight.
Qin Jian felt that he had not really fallen asleep.
He could realize that it was dawn, and he could also realize that he was dreaming.
In the dream, he heard a piano piece with a strange melody. In the dream, he couldn't remember the name of the piece. It was a bit like something from the folk music school, but it also had the flavor of New Orleans.
Drowsily, he woke up from his slumber.
The moment he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of piano coming from outside the door, which was exactly the same as the melody in his dream.
A clever man sat up and looked around. He was at his new home in Yangcheng.
He hurriedly got out of bed and pushed open the door. No one was in the living room. He walked excitedly to He Jing's bedroom.
There is no one else in the whole Yangcheng who can perform "Memories of Puerto Rico" with such a sound.
Without having time to think about when He Jing came back, he gently opened the door.
He Jing was sitting in front of the piano, and the moment she pressed her left hand, a set of chords came up.
Vigorous and powerful.
"Weng----"
It was already 11 o'clock in the morning.
...
Qin Gang and his wife did not expect that their eldest daughter would also surprise them early in the morning.
Not long after the couple got up, they received a call from He Jing.
Just like that, on the last stop of Qin Jian's tour, a family of four had a small reunion two years ago.
At noon, a family of four visited Grandpa Qin Jian’s house.
Mr. and Mrs. Fang were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear when they saw their grandchildren all coming.
After lunch, Qin Gang happily went out with a handful of concert tickets given to him by Qin Jian.
The gift of tickets was not to show off, he also took advantage of his son's glory for a while.
This ticket was not a shopping discount coupon. Qin Gang didn't know that it was bought with Qin Jian's own money. Nanshi is also a second-tier city after all. 40 VIP tickets cost nearly 50,000 yuan.
The two siblings stayed and sat with the two elderly people for a while, then drove away.
Qin Jian first went to Lai Xiaoyu Sichuan Restaurant and left two tickets for Fang Xiaoyu's parents. He also told them that they were his own people and not to go back and forth if business was busy, but Fang's father said he would definitely go.
Then he went to Zhuoyue Piano Store. When he was busy with the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala during the Spring Festival, Boss Qian helped him a lot.
His trip to his hometown to hold a special show was also an opportunity to repay the other person's favor.
Furthermore, Liao Linjun will build a factory near Yangcheng in the next year, and he will inevitably have to deal with these local snakes in the future.
Unexpectedly, Boss Qian had already bought the most expensive set of tickets, but Qin Jian still kept the tickets.
After two twists and turns, the two siblings finally set off towards Nanshi.
"Qin Jian."
"Hmm sister?"
...
He Jing came back mainly to watch Qin Jian's last concert.
By the way, let’s discuss with Qin Jian face to face ‘Xiao Ke’s piano fingering teaching method.’
After carefully studying the complete teaching content sent to her by Qin Jian, combined with more than a year of experience in working at icm, she saw the huge commercial value behind this teaching method.
If done properly, the future market will be limitless.
After hearing He Jing's thoughts, Qin Jian nodded.
"I don't know anything about running a teaching institution, and I can't be the boss. You can ask my dad. I definitely won't be the boss anyway."
"We have the funds now. After you graduate and return to China, you can choose whether you want to run it in Nanshi or Yanjing."
"I plan to try it in the United States first," He Jing said.
"Oh?" Qin Jian turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway. After a moment, he asked, "Aren't you going to return to China after graduation?"
"No," He Jing explained, "I have been with ICM for more than a year and I already understand their operating model."
After a pause, "I want to use my last year in the United States to try running a restaurant near the school and accumulate some experience before returning to China."
"Okay," Qin Jian smiled when he heard this. He Jing had a strong ambition, which he had known before.
"I support you, aren't you just a Yankee? If you do it, I will go and cheer you up when the institution opens."