888. Master Class: The Russian seed players of the 18th Xiaosai show up
After class, the leaders of Figaro's ministries gathered together for dinner as a routine.
During the meal, Qin Jian told a few people about "credit points", "The school hasn't decided on this matter yet, so don't spread the word about it until you get down."
He warned everyone.
Everyone is not a fool, Wu Qing nodded, this matter must be a done deal.
"It doesn't matter if you don't count the credits for the main course. At least you can make up for the grade points of other elective courses." Wang Xiaoliang said enviously.
Chen Tangjie: "I guess each department will have arrangements. Will each department offer some new elective courses this year? I guess you will have some too by then."
"It's useless," Wang Xiaoliang sighed, "I can't rehearse with you, and I can only be responsible for sorting out the music scores when you perform, hey."
"Sigh." Li Shasha curled her lips, "Didn't you say a few days ago that your department was planning an event to visit major music academies in Asia to perform?"
Wang Lin: "Yes, Brother Liang. When the time comes, we will have to have a chief Pipa player go out and play at public expense."
"It's not as easy as you think," Wang Xiaoliang shook his head, "This event is just launched in the name of the Huaguo Conservatory of Music."
"Director Ye just announced last night that some of the members who will participate in this visit and performance may have to be invited and selected from all over the country.
"Originally, the pressure of competition for quotas in the department was high enough. Looking at it now, let alone the chief position, it will be considered a blessing to be able to get a vocal quota and go out with the group."
"That's what I said." Ding Yaru cheered, "You are the representative of our club in the folk music department."
Zheng Feng: "That's right."
Everyone started to cheer for Wang Xiaoliang.
The fat man also added: "Come on, you can definitely do it."
Faced with the encouragement from everyone, Wang Xiaoliang began to grin again, holding a glass of wine to the fat man next to him.
"Brother Xie Yu."
‘Bang.’
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After eating and drinking, everyone returned to the dormitory.
On the way back to the dormitory, Qin Jian asked Wang Xiaoliang in detail about the activities of the Folk Music Department, and Wang Xiaoliang roughly told him what he knew.
"It's probably about promoting the national spirit or something. I heard from Lao Hou that it probably has something to do with this year's summit."
Qin Jian hummed in agreement.
For a moment, "What's going on with the national selection?"
Wang Xiaoliang is not sure about this, "The specific departments haven't talked about this yet, but I guess most of them are based on the college, and then symbolically select some representative figures from various localities and factions to participate together.:"
At this time.
"Brother, you go back and have a rest early. I'm going to practice the flute."
"Bye everyone."
Among the crowd, the fat man said something and then turned around and went in the direction of the piano room.
"Bye, Brother Yu."
"Let's continue doing it in the canyon tonight."
"Wuhei is waiting for you~"
After just half a month, Fatty, who had just arrived, had already left a deep impression on everyone - he was a flute practicing madman.
Basically, apart from going to school, eating, sleeping and playing games with everyone, he spends all his time practicing the piano.
But everyone is already used to this kind of situation.
From Qin Jian at the beginning, to Fang Xiaoyu later, and now Zhao Yu, it seems that everyone from Nanshi is like this.
At the door of the girls' apartment, everyone parted.
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The fat man here pressed the piano room card and just walked up to the second floor. There was a stamping sound above the stairs from far to near.
Fang Xiaoyu was carrying her small schoolbag downstairs.
The two came to meet each other.
"Brother Yu, have you finished eating?"
"Well, have you just finished practicing the piano?" As soon as the fat man blurted out his words, he felt that he had made another stupid statement.
"Otherwise~"
"Didn't you eat at night?"
"I originally made an appointment with my roommate to eat spicy hotpot in the afternoon, but it turns out that she just finished her professional class now, and we are going to eat now."
"Yeah, let's go quickly, and try to eat on time from now on."
"Yeah, bye, Brother Yu."
"bye."
The fat man came to the piano room on the fourth floor, took out his golden flute and walked to the window.
Watching Fang Xiaoyu and a girl walk out of the school gate from a distance.
He couldn't help but smile, then opened the window and started tonight's practice.
The evening breeze with a touch of warmth blew into the piano room, and the light sound of the flute was like the first trumpet of spring.
After the late spring cold, the temperature in Yanjing has completely warmed up in a week.
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Practice piano, take classes, talk to Duan Ran on the phone, and watch Xia Dong's conductor.
Check out the latest official news from the Vienna Conservatorium of Music.
During this period, he noticed a concert that was about to be held on April 1 at the Vienna Conservatoire.
God willing, if he was late even one more night, he would miss this concert.
The above is the entire life of Qin Jian in the days before his departure.
We originally planned to go home before departure, but on the afternoon of March 25, Qin Gang and his wife suddenly appeared near the school.
So Qin Jian took his parents to play in Yanjing for three days.
On the morning of March 28, Qin Jian sent his parents to the airport.
Before parting, the couple still couldn't hold it back and gave them numerous warnings. In fact, they only had one sentence: "Pay attention to your health and pay attention to your safety."
"Don't worry, parents."
Qin Jian hasn't said three words to his parents for a long time, "I will take care of myself."
"Mom knows."
After a long time, Fang Xuehua touched his son's head and said, "If you need anything else, just tell us and we will send it to you together with your luggage."
"Yeah mom."
Qin Gang: "Write us the address clearly when the time comes."
Qin Jian: "I understand, Dad."
Qin Gang: "If you can't make up your mind about anything, just call us."
Qin Jian: "Yeah dad."
In order to prevent his son from traveling back and forth, an early farewell was staged outside Yanjing Airport.
Qin Jian looked at his parents who walked into the airport and waited quietly.
Just when his parents were about to disappear into the crowd, he saw Qin Gang suddenly turning his head and raising his hand to him.
It's not as graceful as waving, nor as light as waving, it looks a bit clumsy.
It's like saying, 'We're leaving, let's go back.'
When Qin Jian told Duan Ran about this episode on the phone that night, Duan Ran said: "Then let's live in Yangcheng, okay?"
Little did Qin Jian know that at this moment, Duan Ran was lying in a slightly messy pure white bedroom talking to him on the phone.
There were various packages piled at the foot of the bed that had not yet been opened.
The camera zooms out.
This is an apartment less than one kilometer away from the Vienna Academy of Music.
Duan Ran just selected the apartment today, and she has already paid a full year's rent.
There is a Kawa upright piano in the living room, left by the homeowner, who told her she can use it as she pleases.
She wanted to wait until Qin Jian arrived before deciding on the other piano in the living room.
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It was another afternoon one day later, March 30th, Yanjing time, the last afternoon before Qin Jian’s departure.
An invitation letter from Warsaw finally dispelled all his worries at this stage.
This year’s Chopin Music Festival starts on October 3rd.
This gives him enough time to attend the Paris Music Festival.
And by that time he will probably be able to complete Suhang's mission.