No matter how much you say, there is no time to say it anymore.

——

Two hours later.

Outside the airport hall.

Qin Jian carried his luggage and scanned every face in the crowd in front of him one by one. Everyone looked at him with different expressions.

Almost half of the club was in front of them.

While being moved, Qin Jian also felt reluctant to give up.

In any case, this is another group of friends who have grown up together, a group of people who have been put in his pocket of memory.

moment.

He sighed softly. "Thank you everyone."

I didn’t want to stir up emotion, but the atmosphere reached this moment.

"Hope for the future..."

suddenly.

"Stop it!"

Li Shasha jumped out, "There are only a few words left, can you say something useful this time?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone burst into laughter.

The atmosphere ten seconds ago suddenly collapsed.

Qin Jian smiled and shook his head, then gave a thumbs up to Li Shasha.

"Okay, let's say something useful. The sleepover tonight is mine. When I land, I will call Teacher Zheng to help you cross out the sleepover tonight."

"Ok, deal."

Chen Tangjie then said, "Okay, go in quickly and let us go back early."

Qin Jian nodded, "Everyone, please pay attention to safety on the road."

His eyes finally passed over the fat man.

The fat man came out and hugged him.

"Bro, have a nice trip."

...

"Goodbye, President."

...

"You're a busy man, don't just disappear as soon as you land."

...

"We can go to Vienna to play with you when we have time!"

...

"Bye bye, master!!"

...

"President, we will miss you——"

...

"President, I wish you a happy holiday!"

“Hahahahahaha——————

——

The farewell laughter was particularly long at Yanjing International Airport tonight.

Until Qin Jian got on the plane, the laughter from before still seemed to be echoing in his ears.

"April Fool's Day."

It can be considered a holiday, Qin Jian sighed and turned off his phone.

After a good sleep, a new journey is about to begin.

"Good night Yanjing."

——

——

——

Vienna time, April 1, 16:46 pm.

Location, Vienna Conservatory of Music, concert hall backstage.

"Frank, where did you put my sheet music?"

"Piano legs! Piano legs! Watch out for the piano legs!"

"Irene, your mask was damaged by me. Now I have to draw a new one for you."

"If everyone moves faster, the leader will be here in half an hour."

A group of young figures are busy.

Locals or students from this college who frequent the neighborhood will recognize this group of busy young people at a glance.

They are "a small group" that has suddenly become popular on the Austrian Internet these days.

They use piano ensemble as a performance form and deliver their "classical music to the outside world through the Internet."

If you have recently seen on the Austrian Internet a group of people dressed in funny costumes gathered around one or several pianos and "joined forces" to play some refreshing piano arrangements.

These works may include game themes produced by Nintendo that you are familiar with, or interludes from recently popular international movies, or they may be re-created popular new trends that intercept the melody motive from one of Beethoven's works.

music.

No doubt, it's them.

The "Gamma Piano Ensemble" uses an academic professional attitude, a quirky personal image, and a way to entertain the public to promote classical piano.

They are currently preparing for tonight's concert.

This was their first offline concert after becoming famous on the Internet, and they had to create some "movement."

It is worth mentioning here that all members of this ensemble are composed of students from the Vienna Conservatory of Music.

There are students ranging from first-year undergraduates to doctoral students, and the nationalities of the members are also diverse.

What's more, they come from the same professional teacher.

That is, their leader——

——

"Gust Koch."

Outside the gate of the concert hall, Qin Jian stared blankly at the advertisement posted on the bulletin board.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes the Koch on the poster wearing the red and blue overalls of Mary Brothers with a big mouth, he must still be addicted to the image of the other person as a serious old scholar.

After all, in his opinion, a third-generation descendant of the orthodox German-Austrian piano school, an old man who mastered the ancient technique of asymmetrical piano playing, at least, at least.

How to say it at least?

"Well, I was rude before."

But no matter who was offended, Qin Jian was glad that he caught up with tonight's concert.

After a 20-hour long flight, in order to make sure everything was correct, he only slept for a short while and rushed here from the Imperial Hotel.

He didn't lose anything at all. Facing such a poster, he had to admit that his fatigue caused by jet lag was greatly relieved.

"See you tonight."

Qin Jian nodded to the poster, then turned and left.

There was still time before the concert, so he had to fill his stomach first.

Change into some decent clothes.

Although there may be some funny scenes tonight, he still needs to have the sense of ritual as a professional audience.

...

Just as Qin Jian was chewing his hamburger, another text message from Duan Ran came.

Duan Duan: I don’t believe it. You must not be in Paris now. We have agreed that you should go to the school to report first, and then come back when you are stable, right?

Let it go: Really, if you don’t believe me, I’ll send you a location. I’m at the gate of your school now.
To be continued...