How could he meet someone he knew at a train station in Germany on a whim? Yang Yi couldn't believe his eyes. After being stunned for a moment, he finally reacted. However, he was still happy. He opened his arms and hugged the other person. He smiled and said, "Teacher Jian, why are you in Leipzig too?"
Yes, the person who called out to Yang Yi at Leipzig station was Jian Yifan, who had just gotten off the train with his band.
Jian Yifan and Yang Yi first met at a coffee shop (PS: See Chapter 236 and 237 for details). At that time, Yang Yi's piano skills were only at a professional level. Jian Yifan was a guest professor at Jiangchuan University and a very famous pianist in the country and abroad. He was the first real piano master that Yang Yi knew. Of course, Jian Yifan was generous with his teachings, which benefited Yang Yi a lot.
This was also why Yang Yi respectfully called him, "Teacher Jian!"
Later, when Yang Yi was studying at Jiangchuan, he met Jian Yifan again and learned piano from him for a period of time. That was how his skills improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the level he was at today …
"Yang Yi, I heard your performance just now. Your piano skills have improved quite a lot!" Jian Yifan first praised him, then smiled and answered Yang Yi's question. "Our band has a performance in Leipzig in three days, so we just arrived here. I didn't expect to hear such beautiful music when I passed by the station waiting room!"
Of course, the two of them were communicating in Mandarin. However, Jian Yifan had brought his band members along, so he couldn't just leave them hanging. At first, Jian Yifan wanted to be Yang Yi's translator. However, later on, he realized that Yang Yi could not only speak English, but could also communicate naturally and fluently in German. As such, he decided to speak German with his band members, which he was more familiar with.
Some of Jian Yifan's friends in the band played cello, while others played wind instruments. However, they were very interested in the piece Yang Yi just played (they didn't hear Xi Xi play, and they only heard half of Yang Yi's performance). When they found out that the jazz piano piece was composed by Yang Yi himself, they were all surprised.
"Haha, let me formally introduce you. This is Yang Yi. Although he's not in the classical music industry, he's a very famous pop musician in China! His wife is also a singer, one of China's top singers! " Jian Yifan proudly introduced Yang Yi to his friends. He even introduced Murphy. "He's also composed some English songs. Do you still remember 'Jingle Bells' that became popular in the past two years? That was also composed by him! "
Jian Yifan knew Yang Yi quite well. After all, Yang Yi had been in the limelight in the news for the past few years. Even though Jian Yifan rarely paid attention to the pop music industry, he would still take a few glances at his acquaintances in the newspaper.
Jian Yifan did not mention Yang Yi's other pop songs. He only mentioned "Jingle Bells" because they didn't usually listen to pop music. It was just that they had a performance last Christmas, and after the performance, they gathered together to improvise this song, so they were more familiar with it.
"'Jingle Bells' was also written by Yang Yi?" The few Westerners in the band widened their eyes in surprise.
Yang Yi smiled slightly. He was not overly modest in front of these people. He calmly replied, "My English name is Leon."
This instantly caused them to sigh with emotion.
…
When Xi Xi saw so many foreigners appear, she was a little nervous and snuggled into her mother's arms. She was very curious about what her father was talking about with them. However, even her mother could not understand their conversation.
The little girl could only blink her big eyes in confusion. When she saw these people exclaim, she seemed to feel her father's excellence.
Unknowingly, the little girl felt very proud.
…
Of course, no matter how great Yang Yi's achievements in the pop music industry were, after all, they were not working in the same field. A few exclamations were enough. What was left was for Yang Yi to have a simple exchange with them about the music just now.
After that, Jian Yifan wanted to invite Yang Yi and his family to watch their band's performance. Unfortunately, Jian Yifan's performance was three days later. Yang Yi's family did not have that much time to stay.
It was not a problem for the train to be rescheduled. Yang Yi did not lack the money. However, the problem was that Yang Yi wanted to bring Murphy and the children back to China after touring Paris. If they went straight back to Anqing, they could at least make it back in time for the Chinese New Year.
Therefore, this time, he could only regretfully decline!
After a short meeting, Jian Yifan and his band did not stay for long. They hurriedly carried their instruments to the hotel they were staying at.
The waiting hall of the train station returned to its usual peace. No one was sitting in front of the piano playing music. Yang Yi and Murphy also brought the children back to their seats and sat down. They patiently waited for the train that would arrive in less than an hour.
"I didn't expect to meet Teacher Jian here," Murphy said to Yang Yi with emotion.
"Yeah, I know that he often performs in Vienna, Austria. This time, he was probably invited to Leipzig," Yang Yi said to Murphy with a smile.
"Teacher Jian's mental state is still very good. I can't tell that he's almost sixty years old at all," Murphy said with admiration.
The two were bored waiting for the train, so they chatted casually.
Xi Xi's eyes darted around. She had been holding it in for a long time. Finally, there was a small pause in the conversation between her parents. Then, she hurriedly interrupted.
"Papa, let me tell you. Just now, just now, when I was playing the piano, I played it wrong at the beginning …" Xi Xi burrowed into her father's arms and snuggled up to him, directly taking over his body.
"Papa knows, the one you played …" Yang Yi smiled and directly listed all the mistakes to Xi Xi.
"Oh … Papa, don't talk about this. I'm not talking about this …" The little girl shook her butt shyly and pouted her small mouth, saying, "I thought everyone would laugh at me, but they didn't, so I wasn't afraid …"
"Why would they laugh at you? You played very well! "Yang Yi smiled and rubbed the little girl's head.
With Xi Xi chatting together, time always passed quickly. After a while, their train arrived. Murphy held Tong Tong, who was already sleepy in her mother's arms, and Yang Yi carried the luggage bag and pulled Xi Xi onto the train to warmer Paris.
…
Originally, it was a very happy day, but for some reason, after getting on the train, Yang Yi began to feel a little absent-minded.
After he arranged for Murphy and the children to rest in the carriage, he took the thermos out of the dining car to get hot water. Through the window, the city lights still illuminated the night sky.
However, there seemed to be a mass of dark clouds covering the southwest sky.
Did he see it wrong?
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