Carrying two bottles of wine with not fancy packaging, Qin Jian left.
When I got back to the car, I looked at the cigarettes and alcohol left in the trunk, plus two new bottles of wine.
"There's a lot of luggage for tomorrow."
Muttering, he started the car.
On the way back, Qin Jian was still thinking about the argument between Shen and Liao just now.
It must be said that what he gained today was not only the suggestions given by the two in the end.
Of course, those six simple words were enough for him to digest during the time between going to Vienna.
However, during the conversation between the two, he heard Koch's name again. The last time he heard this name was in Warsaw.
At that time, Adams surprised all four tables with his asymmetrical playing technique in the third round. After some inquiries, he found out that Adams's only piano teacher during college was Koch, which forced him to pay attention to this name under the circumstances.
It's just that he is a little vague about the fourth generation. If according to Liao Linjun, Koch is the fourth generation, then who are the three generations with Koch as a branch?
In his knowledge system, although there are branches of German and Austrian piano, the branch from Beethoven to Czerny has always been the strongest.
And regarding Hummel, Qin Jian also knew that Hummel and Mozart had a certain master-disciple relationship.
"Hopefully these issues will be sorted out this year."
Dreaming about his new journey in two months, Qin Jian happily stepped on the accelerator, which seemed to indicate his eagerness to go home.
Back at the hotel, Qin Jian called home and then sent Fatty a text message.
The fat man replied: 'Brother, are you coming back?'
Qin Jian: 'Well, I'll be there tomorrow.'
Fatty: ‘ok’
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In the morning, after Qin Jian packed his luggage and went downstairs, he saw Ma Peng's assistant waiting for him.
"Teacher Qin."
The male assistant took the initiative to take Qin Jian's luggage and put it in the trunk.
"Thanks."
The two got in the car and the car drove smoothly to Yanjing Airport.
As the New Year approaches, the traffic at Yanjing Airport is particularly heavy.
Thick crowds of people shuttled outside the airport hall.
Qin Jian got out of the car and took the suitcase. Just as he was about to say goodbye to the male assistant, he saw the other person took out a packed portable carton from the trunk.
"Teacher Qin, this is Director Ma's idea."
Seeing this, Qin Jian insisted on refusing, but in the end the male assistant couldn't resist and had to give up.
After the assistant left, Qin Jian called Ma Peng and explained.
"Okay, then we'll see you when you come back, and pay attention to safety on the road." Ma Peng didn't say much on the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian carried his luggage and entered the airport.
9:40.
The airport bound for Nanshi took off on time.
——
One hour and seven minutes later, the plane landed at Nanshi Airport.
The crowd at the airport was not crowded.
Qin Jian was carrying his luggage and saw Qin Gang and Fang Xuehua from a distance.
After a small 'family' turmoil some time ago, this time he returned to Nanshi to see his parents, and he discovered some changes in his heart.
"Dad, Mom."
Qin Jian took off his mask and quickly went to meet his parents.
Fang Xuehua saw her son from afar. When she got closer and took a look at the smiling face under the mask, she couldn't help but said happily: "Look, he looks much better when he comes back this time."
Qin Gang came over to pick up his luggage. Usually, Qin Jian would insist on carrying it by himself. This time, Qin Jian gave the handlebar to Qin Gang without saying a word.
Qin Gang took it and shouted, "Is it so heavy?"
Qin Jian smiled silently.
At this time, a pair of young men and women, who looked very quiet, appeared to have just gotten off the plane.
The man whispered politely: "Excuse me for disturbing Teacher Qin, can you sign your name for us?"
This was the first time the couple saw someone asking their son for an autograph, and they found it interesting for a while.
Qin Jian took the pen with a smile and wrote his name confidently on the notebook handed over by the other party.
"Thanks!"
The girl thanked her happily.
After the young man and woman left, Qin Gang shook his head and said, "Qin Jian, you are not good at writing. Can people understand this mess? Let your grandpa give you some guidance later."
Just when Qin Jian was about to speak, Fang Xuehua said directly: "What do you know? This is called an artistic signature!"
"Art Art." Qin Gang nodded, "No one else can say anything about your son now."
"That's right." Fang Xuehua happily took Qin Jian's arm, "Son, mom marinated the meat this morning, and we'll fry it when we get home."
Talking and joking all the way, the three of them headed to the parking lot.
Let it go: ‘I’m getting off the plane, go to sleep, be good’
Duan Duan: ‘Received! Good night, hubby mua——’
"Stop playing with your cell phone and fasten your seat belt."
Qin Gang’s family reminder.
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After arriving home, Fang Xuehua got busy.
"Son, please go take a bath and rest first."
Qin Jian returned to the bedroom and looked at the brand new gray four-piece suit, which looked really stain-resistant.
Picking up the pajamas next to the pillow, he hesitated for a moment, then took a shower and changed into them.
Returning to the living room, Qin Gang looked at him in his pajamas and quietly gave a thumbs up.
The two men understood each other tacitly and smiled.
Qin Gang took out a stick from Double Happiness on the table and whispered, "I'll take a sip in the living room if I take advantage of you today."
Qin Jian lit the fire for Qin Gang and asked in a low voice, "My mother won't let you smoke at home now?"
"Come on," Qin Gang cheered, "tell me what's going on at the Spring Festival Gala. Your sister said you were going to attend but you didn't."
Twenty minutes later.
The father and son are talking about the Spring Festival Gala in the living room here.
Fang Xuehua's voice came from the kitchen over there, "It's time to eat."
His son was happy to come back, so Qin Gang took a bottle of Xifeng wine and prepared to have a few sips at noon.
"Dad, please wait a moment."
While the couple was confused, Qin Jian had returned to the bedroom and came out again with a bottle of liquor in his hand.
Qin Gang looked at the Feitian Maotai in his son's hand and was about to stand up to stop it when he saw Qin Jian had already opened the lid.
It hurts.
"What a pity, what a pity."
When Qin Gang saw the wine, he immediately thought of the New Year's Eve dinner and the two old men at home.
"It's okay, just drink."
Qin Jian gave Qin Gang a drink, "I won't drink anymore. I have to pick up my sister in the evening."
Qin Gang nodded, took the wine from Qin Jian's hand and put it away, it was so precious.
Fang Xuehua didn't know the price of the wine and was confused watching the two men's operations.
Qin Gang explained: "This wine must cost more than 2,000 yuan."
Fang Xuehua heard that it was a lot, but said, "You can just drink what my son bought for you."
Qin Gang shook his head, "No, let's drink it the day after tomorrow."
Fang Xuehua chuckled: "Go ahead."
Qin Jian smiled and moved his chopsticks, and a mouthful of crispy fried meat filled his mouth with the taste of childhood.
"tasty."
"If it's delicious, eat more." Fang Xuehua looked at it with eyes full of joy.
After the meal, Qin Jian opened his luggage and took out all the things he brought back from Yanjing.
Qin Gang looked at the four consecutive Chinese numbers on the table and couldn't explain what he felt in his heart.
He really felt that the money was spent unnecessarily.
But at the same time he was happy.
Then my eyes were attracted by two bottles of wine that looked old.