world class art fanatic

Li Jinqiu has been looking for opportunities to come to Vienna.

The next best thing is to come to Austria if you have the opportunity.

Just when the Vienna Spring invited him to compose for the Memorial Day, Li Jinqiu didn't think about it at all, and agreed directly, and flew to the destination.

Because he couldn't bear to stay at home, facing Zhou Juntong's bragging day and night.

His rebellious sister not only ridiculed him for sleeping late and missing "Hua Ge", but also often heard a good soundtrack while watching TV, and faintly said, "The fairy music composed by Zhong Ying at the age of nine sounds better than this one." ".

It's just that Nimei turned around and gave him an enhanced version of the blow.

To be honest, Li Jinqiu really regretted it.

But he knew Zhou Juntong too well, so even though he was full of regrets, he still remained motionless in the face of ridicule, with a cold brow.

However, the "Hua Ge" described by Zhou Juntong is indeed beautiful.

A ten-stringed qin can play the smoke and flames of war on the battlefield, and make a sonorous and unyielding sound. The clank of the strings is like a soldier bathed in blood, rushing to the front of the enemy with shouts, and grabbing a glimmer of hope. For the rising sun that stands tall in my heart.

Li Jinqiu can fully imagine how Zhong Ying would play it.

The slender fingers hook the strings, slap them, and the fingers fly, the sound moves with the strings, shocking the soul.

The music he played will definitely make the entire Qingling Lake Museum fly a bright flag for it, beat the drums for the just battle on the land of China, and respond to every inch of the ten-stringed qin.

This guqin player is always beyond his imagination, and even going to Vienna gave him countless imaginative images——

For example, using the violin to conquer Vienna, the capital of Western music, made a group of arrogant guys stand upright like the Italian audience, listening to his violin.

Full of wonderful fantasies.

Li Jinqiu arrived at the Austrian Art Orchestra in a happy mood, and Sarah was leading the orchestra members to rehearse for the evening concert.

"Qiu?" Sarah looked surprised, "Why did you think of coming to see me?"

"I didn't come to see you." Li Jinqiu treated the beauty equally indifferently, frowned and said, "I happen to have a job in Vienna, by the way—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Ying greeted him, "Sister Zhang, he is here to help me. Practice slowly."

Zhong Ji eagerly grabbed the composer and ran to the nearby piano room, lest he and Sarah would detonate the bomb when he was chatting with Sarah.

If the emotional deputy head knew that Li Jinqiu had composed the music for the Vienna Spring, he might have condemned it on the spot and immediately instilled the golden rule that "the best orchestra must be an art orchestra".

Then bring the whole orchestra and give Li Jinqiu a comprehensive ideological education class.

That would be a waste of time, and Zhong Ying was absolutely unwilling.

So, under Sarah's bewildered sight, he finally led the bewildered composer out of the danger zone.

Once the door of the piano room is closed, the world is at peace.

"In such a hurry?" Li Jinqiu folded his hands and looked at the small piano room.

There is a grand piano inside, and there are many blank music papers on the table next to it.

He walked over and flipped through it casually, and found that the clock should be useless.

"It's really a bit urgent." Zhong Ying confessed in embarrassment, "The concert will be next month, but I can't write scores at all..."

"Isn't that still early?"

Li Jinqiu, who was able to revise the entire "Golden Bell" in one night, could not understand Zhong Ying's urgency at all.

Writing a score improvised for a few hours has become his norm.

He even sometimes does not move for several months, waiting for the moment of inspiration to break out, lift the pen to create the most important part, and it will not take much time until the score is completed.

Li Jinqiu smiled and wanted to say something, but found that Zhong Ying looked tired, showing a trace of fragility in his rare calm.

He frowned and said, "You look so bad."

Zhong Ying touched his cheek subconsciously, and replied embarrassingly: "It's not because of the composition. I didn't fall asleep last night, and I checked a lot of information related to this theme, so some melodies have been in my mind all the time. don't go."

"I understand you." Li Jinqiu has been in this state all year round.

Sometimes I am tortured by the blankness and emptiness, and it is difficult to fall asleep, and sometimes I am urged to burn the lights to fight at night by the burst of inspiration.

He is more interested in torturing Zhong Ying's melody, "However, you already have the melody, so what are you afraid of? The most important thing in composing music is inspiration, let me listen to it."

Teacher Li couldn't understand the pain of ordinary people at all, and happily wanted to listen to the music that tortured Zhong Ying for one night.

Zhong Ying was indeed physically exhausted, but he was in high spirits.

He looked at the only piano in the room, walked to the side, and picked up the lute that Sarah had borrowed for him.

This time, he and his master came in a hurry. They didn't even think about performing on stage, so they didn't bring Guqin.

Coupled with his lack of practice, it's time to pick up the pipa again.

The lute borrowed by Sarah, with a curved neck and four silk strings, is plain mahogany without carvings.

The soft pitch of the pipa strings in his hand is very similar to the silk-string mahogany pipa specially made for him by his master.

It is very in line with the usage habits of pipa players.

He sat on the piano stool, looking down and tuning the strings by frets.

Li Jinqiu looked at him in surprise, "Do you know how to play the pipa?"

"A little bit." Zhong Ying tightened the screw, "It should be said that I know a little bit about the instruments of Yiyin Yashe."

A little bit of him is enough to perform on stage.

Zhong Ying learned the guqin at the age of three, the pipa was taught by teachers from the music school, and the erhu and chime bells each had famous teachers.

Only Zhuqin was lost, so he slowly explored Shen Ling's research materials and music scores by himself, and tried to strike the music score on the thirteen stringed buildings restored by his master.

The silk strings of the pipa are stretched straight, and the bell should be swiped casually, the strings are swaying, playing and flying with the fingertips, fully showing the tone of his sleepless night.

Standing there, Li Jinqiu was instantly captivated by the unique timbre of the pipa.

The melody played by Zhong Ying hides an indescribable sadness and melody, not only mourning and weeping, but also secretly gestating flames, waiting for him to push and pull and touch the strings, and the accusation that has been accumulated for a long time will burst out.

Li Jinqiu seemed to see a dead soul who couldn't close his eyes, hovering in the quiet sky.

I saw the indifferent executioner holding a gun stained with blood and committing crimes.

It was difficult for Li Jinqiu to describe the music he heard.

It was not simply a critique of the ugliness of human nature and the cruelty of war, but a deeper and more difficult to visualize emotion, which gradually spread at Zhong Ying's fingertips.

He hadn't heard much of a pipa solo.

At this time, he remembered the words and phrases of Bai Juyi that he had recited when he was a child.

Zhong Yinglin brushes the three strings, and the voice changes from high-pitched to silent, that is, "Don't have sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound".

The bell should be hung on four strings, the sound is urgent and violent, and it is breathless, and it is said that "the silver bottle is broken and the water is sprayed, and the iron horse is protruding, and the sword and gun are ringing"!

The four strings of the king of musical instruments burst out a symphony-like roar at Zhong Ying's fingertips.

The melody echoed in the piano room, and Li Jinqiu even felt that the strings of the grand piano around him were trembling and echoing in response.

Zhong Ying's gentleness with low eyebrows, sharp fingers, and the tune he played was unprecedentedly tragic and magnificent.

He pushed and pulled, kneaded, and strummed his fingers, as if the flowers of hope after the war bloomed, and under the cloudy sky, he inherited the rising sun and rain.

Zhong Ying covered the strings suddenly, and the musical idea of ​​playing was complete and clear, without any confusion.

The piano room was quiet again, and before Zhong Ying could make a sound, he heard Li Jinqiu's surprised protest.

"Is this the song you made?"

His expression was unbelievable, "You don't need me at all!"

What the composer said made Zhong Ying even more embarrassed.

"I only know my own part, and I have never been in charge of the whole orchestra. I don't know how to arrange such a melody, how to choose gradual fade out, how to divide the movement..."

"I can do nothing."

Zhong Ying's modesty made Li Jinqiu's heart ache.

He scratched his short hair, frowned and said in pain: "It's too simple."

Li Jinqiu recalled the movement just now, and he was able to complete the necessary parts immediately, "The violin progressively preludes, and the cello helps you complete the bass part. If you like, you can also add trumpet, timpani or piano to render the cruel scene of war. When, give the audience a more blunt hint—"

"Wait a moment!"

Zhong Ying held the pipa and interrupted the excited composer.

"Did you understand the theme I expressed?"

"Of course!"

Li Jinqiu was very dissatisfied with Zhong Ying's question, "The war, the cruel war, the sad victims, and the survivors commemorating the lost lives, and the most important thing is my favorite part - hope."

He looked at Zhong Ying, his eyebrows and eyes were so gentle.

He had heard many requiem songs commemorating the victims, but he was rarely able to feel such a wonderful and unique thought.

"It's not ordinary hope, I can't explain it, it's like, like..."

Li Jinqiu hesitated annoyedly, looking for the most suitable wording, "It's like if we were given a chance, we would save them from the flames of war, from the executioner's knife, and let them continue to live while they were still alive. , become their hope!"

Zhong Ying hugged the pipa and looked up at the excited Li Jinqiu in surprise.

The emotion that the music wants to express is extremely restrained and obscure, but this gentleman can explain it so clearly.

Zhong Ying raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his dry eyes. He checked all the information about the Mauthausen Concentration Camp, and poured out his suppressed emotions on the strings of his lute.

He doesn't expect the listener to feel everything he imagined, as long as he can feel the slightest silent mourning for the cruelty of war, his goal will be achieved.

Unexpectedly, Li Jinqiu grasped the most important key.

"No wonder you're popular with so many musicians."

He thought he knew a great composer,

Because of this, he had to confirm one thing, "So, is the song you composed for Vienna Spring finished?"

"that's not important!"

Li Jinqiu was very emotional and was choosing the most suitable orchestra for Zhong Ying.

There is only Zhong Ying's music in his mind, only the trembling and blooming flower of hope.

As long as they reach out and pick it off, human beings can go back in time and prevent all tragic massacres.

However, Zhong Ying looked at him seriously and needed a formal answer.

Li Jinqiu didn't want to appear irresponsible, so he said casually: "They are still early, so there is no rush for a day or two. Moreover, what the Vienna Spring wants is to commemorate the victims. It is sad, solemn and magnificent, which is not the same as your melody." Style, you don't have to worry about them affecting me to help you."

Li Jinqiu is so selfless and great, Zhong Ying is even more worried.

"Our theme is also to commemorate the dead."

Zhong Ying reminded him, "It should be said that we are competitors of the Vienna Spring."

Li Jinqiu blinked, thinking about what a "competitor" is for a long time.

"what?"

In the silent piano room, Zhong Ying interprets the sound of Tang Dynasty antique pipa.

"This concert competition is set by the Austrian Music Association. We are all tailoring a commemorative repertoire for a Tang Dynasty pipa. It has just been auctioned at the Vienna Exchange for a price of 1000 million euros."

Li Jinqiu was shocked and amazed holding the auction house manual, and looked at the Tang Dynasty pipa worth 1000 million euros.

He can be regarded as someone who has seen countless antique musical instruments, but he did not expect that an instrument with a sky-high price of nearly [-] million yuan looks so... plain.

"What's the difference between this and the five hundred lutes on the street?" He would never understand the taste of the rich.

Zhong Ying laughed out loud.

But he smiled brightly when he saw Zhong Ying, and asked, "Could this wood be ebony that is more than 1000 years old?"

Zhong Ying was overjoyed.

"Stop laughing!" Li Jinqiu grabbed the guy beside him, "Is there something wrong with telling the truth?"

Zhong Ying held back his smile, and found Li Jinqiu's blunt temper more interesting.

"You are right. This pipa shouldn't be so expensive in terms of market price."

If it hadn't been for the 1000 million euros paid for by Fries, perhaps this pipa would have come to him at a reasonable price of 50 or [-].

Zhong Ying told about the behavior of the rich businessman Fliss, and Li Jinqiu felt that the rich were really unbelievable upstarts.

"130 million directly doubled by seven times..."

He sneered, revealing his contempt for Fliss, "If you have a lot of money, you like to burn it. So, this pipa is also an instrument of Yiyin Yashe?"

"maybe."

Zhong Ying didn't dare to be completely sure, but he said seriously, "Even for the Mulan Pipa of Yiyin Yashe, I'm afraid Ms. Zheng Wanqing never thought that she could fetch such a high price."

"Mr. Shen once said that there are many pipas in the Chu family, and there are at least six precious pipas from the Tang Dynasty. Mulan pipa is a simple and clean rosewood instrument, very ordinary and common, but its male and female stamens are derived from the theme of "Mulan Ci". After carving magnolias, Mr. Chu brought them into the Yiyin Yashe, and together with his wife Zheng Wanqing, contributed to the recomposition of Yuefu poems."

The value of the instrument itself cannot be tested.

However, the loss of Mulan Pipa, along with two outstanding musicians, disappeared into the torrent of history, which became the deepest concern of Zhong Ying and Master.

Zhong Ying has never been to the United States, but the master told him that the Chinese Mutual Aid Association still has a group photo of Chu Shuming, Zheng Wanqing and their daughter Chu Zhiya.

They arrived in the United States smoothly, retrieved the Mulan Pipa smoothly, and boarded the cruise home smoothly...

"But they didn't make it home."

Zhong Ying's narration is always calm.

However, every time Li Jinqiu listens to it, his heart throbs, and he often empathizes with musicians who have disappeared for many years.

"For so many years, Master and I are not the only ones looking for these musical instruments."

Zhong Ying, however, told the story, stretching for nearly 80 years.

"Qingling Lake Chamber of Commerce, Qingling Lake University School of Music, Qingling Lake Music Association, and American Chinese Mutual Aid Association are all looking for them. The pipas that everyone bought and borrowed are hung all over the musical instrument room of the music school."

Zhong Ying didn't have any information about Chu Zheng and his wife, but every time he walked into the musical instrument room of the conservatory, he could see pipas hanging on the wall.

A tortoise shell Zhen from a French auction house, and four pieces of jade from a private Italian collection.

Standing in front of the pipa wall, he felt an incomparable shock and a melancholy that transcended time.

Because they represent decades of hard work and the figure behind it that refuses to give up.

Those seniors he didn't know spent money and energy just to bring back the pipa, as if the pipa lived in the dead souls of the Chu and Zheng couples, longing for their souls to return to their hometown.

"The musical instruments of Yiyin Yashe are like our lost family members. If we don't find them, they may never return home."

Li Jinqiu looked at Zhong Ying, as if he saw many people.

He also seemed to have seen similar magnolia-carved lutes all over the wall, and finally knew why Zhong Ying was so obsessed with the ten-string elegant rhyme.

Because the guqin hidden in Belu's hand may be the only instrument he can determine the trace of.

The other instruments of Yiyin Yashe are just like this pipa, a drop in the ocean, a needle in a haystack.

"So your song not only commemorates the victims, but also commemorates those who disappeared in the war."

The hope that Li Jinqiu felt was more specific, "Whether it is the instruments lost in the war, or the victims of Mauthausen, you all hope that you can save them before everything happens. "

Zhong Ying looked at him with a smile, and finally realized the joy of being fully understood by the thoughts hidden in the music.

"Because we have suffered the same disaster, anyone who has suffered will not want to see history repeat itself."

Li Jinqiu knew what he said.

The massacres and wars in China's modern history have burned a piece of paradise riddled with holes.

When he opened the history books of that period, he could feel the heavy and rich blood, as well as the cruelty that a civilized society would never understand.

The Chinese are different from the Jews in that they have a strong national sentiment and identify the land where they are rooted.

But they still sympathize with such a wandering nation, suffering and suffering, and also feel the despair of the weak being oppressed and waiting for death.

Li Jinqiu stroked his forehead and felt that he didn't know Austria well.

As a city of music and a palace of art, he doesn't even know where the Mauthausen concentration camp is, let alone where the monument is.

"Suddenly I felt that I was rash in accepting the Vienna Spring invitation."

He looked at Zhong Ying with a wry smile, "I don't know at all who I want to commemorate this time."

If you don't understand and create rashly, you are not commemorating the victims at all, but perfunctory and insulting them.

"I can tell you."

Zhong Ying doesn't mind sharing his insights, and even thinks that Li Jinqiu must be able to gain deeper thinking than him.

He said: "The Mauthausen concentration camp is a very special place. It was established in Vienna, but it has nothing to do with us."

"The names of at least five Chinese victims are engraved on the monument, and the embassy mourns their deaths every year on Remembrance Day."

"If it wasn't for this concert, I might never have known it existed, and I might never have known that there was a Chinese diplomat named He Fengshan who, when the consulate was confiscated by Germany, helped thousands of Jews A visa to China was issued."

The history he read is not only recorded in the paper, but also recorded in He Fengshan Square in Milan.

At that time, He Fengshan, as the ambassador to Vienna, opened the door to China for the Jewish refugees who refused to be accepted all over the world.

Schindler helped [-] Jews, and He Fengshan is known as China's Schindler.

Li Jinqiu listened to Zhong Ying's explanation in silence, he couldn't understand the ambassador's behavior for a while.

He frowned and counted the time, "We were also fighting at that time, not much better than them..."

"However, what He Fengshan issued was not just a visa to go to Shanghai, but a passport for them to live."

"At that time, the Nazis asked the Jews in the concentration camps that as long as they could leave Austria, they would be allowed to leave alive. If they could not leave, they would be exterminated."

When Zhong Ying saw that record, he felt heavy in his heart, "No one is willing to issue visas for Jews except us."

With the gallows overhead, Jews frantically sought foreign consulates in Austria, begging for visas to leave Austria.

However, as many as 32 international powers ruthlessly rejected the application of Jewish refugees and watched this tragic genocide with cold eyes.

Only He Fengshan and his colleagues in Vienna became the last hope for the Jews to leave Austria alive.

That hope is the compassion and benevolence of the Chinese people, and it is a lamp for the Jews.

It is Zhong Ying who rereads the history and feels the goodness of the poor people who are in the same predicament and are willing to work together to tide over the difficulties and support each other.

"Mr. He took the risk to issue a visa because China was also suffering from bullying and humiliation at the feet of the big powers, which made him sympathize with the Jews; it was also because he believed in the country that was riddled with holes and could still provide shelter for refugees. roof tiles."

Zhong Ying's eyes stayed up all night, and when he talked about the tragic past in the strange country, they were still bright and clear.

"Icing on the cake, there are many villains, but there are few gentlemen who give charcoal in need. We want to be a country of gentlemen who give charcoal in need, and a state of etiquette where we seek common ground while reserving differences."

Li Jinqiu looked at him silently, and every time he saw Zhong Ying, he could feel a completely different color.

He is a calm pursuer and a passionate stander.

With Zhong Ying's explanation, and then looking back at the score played by the pipa, what is played is not an ordinary hope, but an ideal of the world that gathers stars and candles.

"I have an idea."

Li Jinqiu looked at the pipa and said seriously, "I'll help you write the best piece of music!"

"That won't work." Zhong Ying shook his head and refused, "You are a composer invited by the Vienna Spring, so you can't open the back door for me. In everything, come first and come later, they invite you first."

"I promise it's absolutely different." Li Jinqiu insisted stubbornly, "I'm a professional."

Zhong Ying didn't believe Li Jinqiu's guarantee at all.

This gentleman wrote "I will definitely help you win the Vienna Spring" all over his face, and he didn't regard himself as the guest composer of the Vienna Spring at all.

Zhong Ying sat on the piano bench, turned around and opened the key cover of the piano, indicating the black and white keys in front of him.

"I just need you to teach me the most basic principles of composition, and give me some advice on orchestration."

The art orchestra is professional enough, even if his composition is a little immature, those experienced musicians will definitely be able to play the most profound music.

"teach you?"

Li Jinqiu felt embarrassed, put his hands on his waist, and lingered beside the piano in pain.

"For example, how to reflect this on the score."

Zhong Ying presses the keys, and the simplest Do Reimi instigates. He is like a child who is just learning the piano, and he likes to press the keys randomly. Although the sound is clear, it is not pleasant at all.

Li Jinqiu couldn't boast a good word even if he wanted to.

"Okay, stop playing, I'll teach."

Li Jinqiu's ears hurt, and he was tortured to death. If it were someone else, he would have told the other party to get out of here and stop insulting Steinway.

But this is a real genius, playing the noise seems to force him to compromise.

So Li Jinqiu compromised.

He sat down, surrounded by good students looking forward to him.

Li Jinqiu frowned, staring at the black and white piano keys, and set up a private rule before class.

"I'll show you the notes and pitch, don't say I play badly."

Zhong Ying felt that this was simply a small problem, and promised with a smile: "I will praise you."

"Don't even praise me." Unexpectedly, Li Jinqiu was even stricter.

"Why?" Zhong Ying has never seen a request that cannot be dismissed or praised.

Li Jinqiu hung his hands on the keys of the piano, frowned his handsome brows, and replied solemnly: "Because you can't live without your conscience."