904. Dispelling doubts: a new direction belonging to Duan Ran
Probably because it was Friday, the campus seemed much busier in the afternoon than in the morning.
An Asian girl carrying a violin hurriedly passed by Qin Jian and the others and walked toward the concert hall.
This is already the fifth person Qin Jian has seen since entering the campus carrying musical instruments and bags heading towards the concert hall.
"Are there any school activities today?"
he asked Duan Ran.
Duan Ran: "There are student concerts every weekend, sometimes individually, sometimes with chamber music ensembles, and occasionally there are performances by the student symphony orchestra."
Qin Jian: "Is it the kind of concert that students spontaneously organize?"
Duan Ran: "No, all weekend concerts are homework, and they will be counted as credits at the end of the semester."
Qin Jian: "That's it."
Duan Ran: "I guess it won't be long before someone from the composition department comes to ask for your help."
Qin Jian: "Are you very experienced?"
Duan Ran: "When I was studying in Paris, I often encountered this situation. My classmates in the composition department came to me for help and asked me to help them perform their homework."
Qin Jian: "Is that so?"
Duan Ran: "Because I always refuse in person, so I never mentioned it to you."
Qin Jian: "Why not give it a try? Maybe there will be some unexpected surprises."
Duan Ran: "I have listened to some composition performances by graduate students in the school's composition department. Most of them are modern works that I don't like. In other words, this is the trend in the current composition department."
Qin sighed: "It's understandable, after all, most of the things that can be written were already written 200 years ago."
Duan Ran smiled: "That's not necessarily the case."
"Mr. Riegl once made an interesting hypothesis in a public class at the Lyon Conservatoire. He said that if Chris' Seventh Variation was placed among the works of composers from the Baroque period, and then Mozart was asked to
Played separately, Mozart would not have noticed that there was a soul from two hundred years later mixed in."
"Well."
Qin Jian didn't know what to say in this comment, "Maybe Mozart just took a nap at the time."
Duan Ranxiao: "Believe me, as long as you dare to set a price, the people who come to you to write works will definitely cross the threshold of 413."
Qin Jian: "Sounds like a big business."
Duan Ran: "Of course, but I will be responsible for collecting the money when the time comes."
Qin Jian: "That's it."
While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the door of Classroom No. 6 of the Keyboard Department.
Rather than saying this is a classroom, it seems more appropriate to call it a private space from the doorway.
The window on the wall was blocked by a black curtain, making it impossible to know what was happening inside the door.
It was extremely quiet inside the door at this time, and the teachers and students walking in the corridor outside couldn't help but cast their eyes on the two people parked in front of the door.
moment.
Qin Jian was about to knock on the door, but Duan Ran stopped him and said, "You will have to translate for me later. My German is still very poor."
After giving the other party a reassuring look, Qin Jian raised his hand and knocked on the door with a set of triplet notes.
moment.
A voice asked from the crack of the door, "Who is it?"
Qin Jian heard the sound and replied, "Qin Jian."
Then there was a rush inside the door, "Oh oh oh, sorry, please wait a moment."
If the "who" in the front sounds normal, how should we evaluate the weak "oh oh oh..." in the back?
It should be like this, Qin Jian thought, just like the photos he saw on the official website of the academy.
Langton is a fat man with eyes that are a little stupid, and he should not be over 40 years old.
Then there was a crisp clashing sound of plates and knives and forks again.
Qin and Duan looked at each other.
moment.
"Please come in!"
Qin Jian adjusted the collar of his shirt and then opened the door.
What catches the eye is a huge iron bookshelf, with books on each shelf.
He walked in, and then a musty smell mixed with a hint of sweetness rushed straight to his face.
Duan Ran followed closely behind.
After the two entered the door, they saw a bald man with a big belly wearing gold-rimmed glasses standing behind the desk and hurriedly clearing the dishes on the table.
Music scores, books, and lunch boxes were piled messily on the table, making people wonder if this was a university professor's desk.
Langton was busy dealing with his own internal affairs while apologizing.
"Sorry, sorry, please wait for me a little longer. You two can sit down wherever you want."
Langton raised his head and was talking to the two of them. One of his hands accidentally stuck to the cream on the plate, and then he subconsciously sucked the cream off his thumb with his mouth.
The two people at the door were stunned by this scene.
Langton shook his hand and looked around.
Qin Jian also looked around.
It must be said that this is the private space with the worst sanitary conditions Qin Jian has ever seen.
Crumpled sheet music and leftover lunch boxes could be seen everywhere. Except for the glass cabinet on the left hand side, which looked clean and tidy, the rest of the place looked like a scene in a garbage dump.
For a moment, he felt that the former 416 was as clean as heaven.
When Langton found that there seemed to be no place for people to sit in the whole room, he used his right hand that he had just sucked to grab the top of the head with only a few hairs left.
"damn it."
Muttering in his mouth, he started to get into a hurry again.
At this time, Qin Jian hurriedly said: "Professor, if it is inconvenient today, we can come and visit another day."
After hearing this, Langton hurriedly raised his head, put down his work and looked at Qin Jian and the two, "No, no, no need to change the day."
He was afraid that Qin Jian and the two would just leave, so he turned around and went to the sink to wash his hands, and then came to Qin Jian and the two.
He stretched out his hand and said, "Welcome."
"Hello, professor."
Qin Jian stretched out his hand without any hesitation and firmly grasped the other person's extended hand.
This cheerful attitude seemed to win Langton's favor immediately.
Langton laughed and looked at Duan Ran without any intention of extending his hand, "Have you had lunch? Do you want some afternoon dessert?"
Qin Jian helped translate, but Duan Ran was a little frightened by this question.
Langton seemed to realize something was wrong, and spoke fluently in standard French again: "There is a cafe on the west corner of Conseil Street. You must try the mango mousse there. I swear it will be better than what you have eaten in Paris."
Any dessert should be delicious, how about it?”
After saying that, Langton waited expectantly.
Duan Ran looked at Qin Jian.
The two people's eyes met for a moment, and Duan Ran politely accepted Langton's proposal.
"Everything is up to you."
After receiving a positive answer, Langton showed an extremely happy expression. He turned around and walked to the clean glass cabinet, took out a small notebook and put it into his windbreaker pocket.
Then he turned around and took the two of them out of here.
When he locked the door, he explained to the two of them, "The cleaning staff we appointed will only come tonight. I'm really sorry."
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The three of them appeared together on campus, attracting more surprised eyes.
Qin Jian walked in the middle, Duan Ran and Lang Dun walked on both sides of him.
It seems like he is the one in charge,
When he left the school, he met Professor Norman from 309 Const Apartment and loudly invited Langton: "Professor Langton, come and see my string quartet tonight!"
The tone seemed to be a little joking.
Langton replied loudly: "Forget it, you don't understand string music at all."
The two laughed and passed each other.
The three of them walked towards the west side of the street.