Thirteen Bass

They were delayed in the city for several hours, and finally walked along the mountain road to the station after noon.Master Amo's home is located on the mountainside of Ryan Mountain, and he has to take a small mountaineering train to go up and down.

This small steam train with red carriages is very common throughout the Alps.It has only two carriages, and the exterior retains the retro wooden design. There is a dark locomotive in front of it, which is more like the cute appearance seen in cartoons when I was young.

Accustomed to the smooth lines of high-speed trains, Bai Lang inevitably felt fresh. He took out his phone and took a few photos before walking into the carriage with Qi Sinian behind.

There were not many people in the car, except for the two of them, there was only an old couple sitting in the back of the car.The two nodded their heads in a friendly greeting, and then sat down side by side in the front row. Not long after, the little train let out a protracted hum and started slowly.

"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for Mr. Amo to live here?" Bai Lang asked.

"Mount Laine is the gateway to the Alps, and he likes the scenery here. Artists always have their own sources of inspiration. Although it is not as convenient as living in a big city, after a long time, I get used to such a leisurely life." Qi Sinian His eyes were as calm as water, "You will know in a while."

Bai Lang thought about it, and wanted to ask again, but found that the little train left the platform quickly and drove into a forest.

It was midsummer, and the white light of the scorching sun passed through the dense green trees, sprinkling colorfully on the ground of the carriage.The little red train seemed to have entered a tunnel that covered the sky and the sun, and the trees quickly retreated to the rear. It didn't take long before the dazzling sunlight streamed in from the window again, shining in Bai Lang's field of vision.

He opened his eyes wide and let out an exclamation.

The altitude has risen, and the picturesque scenery is unexpectedly displayed in front of Bai Lang.The blue sky without a trace of variegation, the undulating rolling snow-capped mountains, the large blooming green grasslands, and the beautiful and sentimental clear lakes all seem to have been carefully prepared by the heavens and gently landed in the world.

The speed of the little train was slow, and it made two protracted "whoops" very appropriately, as if showing off.

The sun is jumping on the white snow in the distance, as if it is tempered with gold, and the running white cattle and sheep can be seen on the nearby hillside.

"It's so beautiful." Bai Lang murmured.

Qi Sinian looked down at the expression on Bai Lang's face, and smiled softly.He stretched out his finger and knocked on the car window a few times: "That's where the filming location of "The Sound of Music" was."

The place he was referring to was on the north side of Ryan Mountain, where the lake and the snow-capped mountains meet. There were flower fields spread out layer by layer. From their perspective, it seemed as if thick and thin paint was splashed at the end of the grassland.

Bai Lang didn't say a word, Qi Sinian waited for a while, and asked him: "Why don't you talk?"

Bai Lang thought about it for a while, and said honestly, "Because I can't find an adjective to describe it."

Qi Sinian looked at him and said, "Why, does the Chinese teacher also have such troubles?"

Bai Lang stretched out his hand and scratched his face in embarrassment, and replied straightforwardly: "Actually, I didn't learn Chinese very well. After all, I spent most of my time practicing piano when I was young."

Seeing the smile in Qi Sinian's eyes, he couldn't help but said: "...but no matter what, I'm sure better than you, and it's more than enough to be your teacher."

Qi Sinian bent his lips: "Of course."

Bai Lang turned his gaze back to Qi Sinian's face, only to feel that his side face was outlined very cleanly by the sunlight, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly with the smile, gathering all the tenderness into his eyes.At this moment, his figure fit perfectly into the scenery outside the window, as if he had entered a painting.

Bai Lang's heart was suddenly filled with a strange emotion.

He even came up with an absurd idea, if only I could draw, it would be fine. If I could draw, I must preserve this picture with the most beautiful colors, and let it remain in my mind for the rest of my life. Will fade.

The small steam train drove along the mountain road for about ten minutes, and stopped at a station halfway up the mountain.Qi Sinian took Bai Lang out of the car.

Standing on the platform, Bai Lang looked back, and saw that the old couple was still sitting in the back row of the car. The old man with a beard met Bai Lang's gaze, took off his hat, nodded and smiled in greeting.

The little train quickly took them away. Bai Lang looked at the figures of the two clinging to each other through the glass at the back of the car, stepped back a few steps and looked at the snow-capped mountain top, and asked, "Do they live higher?"

Qi Sinian also turned around and said: "This couple opened a coffee shop on the top of the mountain to provide a place for ski lovers to rest. Summer is the off-season, there is no snow, and no one goes up the mountain. The old man took his wife around Play. Every year.”

Bai Lang immediately showed an envious expression: "It's too beautiful."

"In the future, if I have a chance, I can come here to ski." Qi Sinian didn't say anything, but helped him adjust the pink bouquet in his hand, and said, "It's a little wilted. Let's go, let's go to the teacher to find a vase and put it on." Plug it in."

After leaving the station, the temperature dropped again, and the weather in midsummer also made people feel a little cold.Bai Lang walked with his head bowed, the image of the couple's backs melting in the sunlight was still deep in his mind.When I was in North America, I always felt that there was a string in my mind, and every day besides practicing the piano, I was practicing the piano.Wanting to become an excellent performer, fighting for the despised Chinese, and following in the footsteps of his idols, he never dared to relax for a moment.However, people who see here now seem to think that this kind of life is not bad, it is simply enviable.

But after thinking about it, what is there to be envious of? He is already standing beside his idol, which is already beyond the envy of many people.

This time, after only walking for a few minutes, I saw a beautiful light gray villa.The villa doesn't look luxurious. On the large grassland in front of the door, a Samoyed and a golden retriever are running and playing. little flower.

Bai Lang was attracted by the two beautiful large dogs, only to hear Qi Sinian shout: "GutenTag, Ellder."

A gray-haired old man walked out of the room. It was the musician Elder Amo that Bai Lang had seen countless times on the screen.At this time, he was different from the handsome gentleman in a well-fitting suit on the stage. He had a loose light-colored sweater, glasses on his nose, and a newspaper in his hand. He looked like an ordinary old man living alone.

Instinctively, Bai Lang stood up straight, and also called out: "GutenTag, HerrArmo."

The person inside put down the newspaper in his hand, looked up at Bai Lang, and said something in German expressionlessly.Bai Lang couldn't understand, and didn't even know if he was talking to him.

Qi Sinian laughed all of a sudden, nodded and answered.Then he stretched out his hand, put his palm against Bai Lang's back, and said, "Let's go, let's go in."

Elder Amo had already entered the door first, and Bai Lang fell behind, grabbing Qi Sinian's sleeve nervously, and said, "Does Mr. Amo not like me very much?"

Qi Sinian showed a helpless expression: "No, the teacher likes you very much. Why do you think so?"

Bai Lang's heart was half relieved, and he secretly made up his mind that he must study German well after returning home.This feeling of being alone and unable to speak the language always reminded him of the time when he first came to North America to study many years ago-it was not a good memory.

It was much warmer in the room than outside, Qi Sinian took off his coat and went into the kitchen to help Elder Amo prepare snacks.Bai Lang also wanted to stand up to help, but Qi Sinian stopped him, saying that he was a guest and let him visit the living room at will.

The conversation between Qi Sinian and Elder Amo could be heard from the kitchen, and it was inconvenient for Bai Lang to disturb the pair of master and apprentice, so he began to look at the living room by himself.

The layout of the living room is a typical Nordic style, simple and elegant. Apart from common furniture such as sofas, cabinets, and TVs, nearly half of the space is used to place musical instruments.Pianos, violins, cellos, and various brass and woodwinds are lined up in sequence, which looks quite spectacular.

As a cellist, Bai Lang naturally paid special attention to the cello that was quietly fixed on the violin stand.The spruce wood on the panel shows different shades of color, and the texture changes with the light. The scroll of the piano head is exquisite and simple. Even if it looks well maintained, it still has traces of time everywhere.It looks like an antique.

Unable to conceal his curiosity, Bai Lang went around to the right side of the piano body, and sure enough, he found a vague cursive letter at the bottom - "Montagnana".

All of a sudden, Bai Lang was speechless in secret, immediately withdrew his hand, and obediently stood aside, never daring to touch all the musical instruments here - after all, he wouldn't be able to afford this piano code after all.

He turned to look at the framed picture on the cabinet.Almost all of them were pictures of Elder Armor and other musicians. Among them, Bai Lang also found a lot of pictures of Qi Sinian.

The one holding the trophy, standing under the spotlight in a tuxedo, and taking photos with various musicians... are all Qi Sinian.Bai Lang had never seen Qi Sinian in his youth.

Qi Sinian is the type who grows up in proportion. When he was a child, he was not as tall as he is now, and there is already a shadow of a male god in his eyebrows and eyes, without much childishness and youthfulness.

"Why was he so handsome when he was a child." Bai Lang murmured, "It's really unreasonable."

"Is he handsome?" Qi Sinian came from behind, put the teapot in his hand on the tea table, stood beside Bai Lang, and looked at those photos with him, "I was a little skinny back then."

"No, I think it's very handsome." Bai Lang picked up one of the photo frames, looked at it carefully, and then turned to look at Qi Sinian: "How old are you at this time?"

In the photo, Qi Sinian held the violin with a relaxed expression. Among a group of half-grown teenagers, he appeared quiet and calm, which was extremely eye-catching.

Qi Sinian thought about it seriously: "Thirteen or fourteen years old. I remember it was the time of the Elizabeth contest."

Bai Lang couldn't believe it: "You participated in the Elizabeth contest at such a young age?"

"Not too young." Qi Sinian said with a smile, "I remember that there was a girl who was a month younger than me."

Bai Lang was still amazed: "That's amazing, okay? When I was [-] or [-] years old, I hadn't decided whether to take the entrance exam to the music academy. You 'children from other people' have already made their mark in international competitions. Chief, You are so good."

Qi Sinian looked at him with soft light in his eyes: "Thank you for your compliment."

Bai Lang looked around again, and continued: "If I was as good as you when I was young, my mother would have died of joy. My father originally didn't agree with me being admitted to the conservatory of music. He still hoped that I would study hard and be a civil servant in the future. .But I also entered the period of burnout at that time, and I was unwilling to practice the piano."

Qi Sinian's voice was calm: "So there are times when you don't want to practice the piano?"

Bai Lang said: "Of course. When I was young, I thought I was talented. Later, I got to know a lot of music prodigy like you. Since I was a child, I won prizes and got soft hands. I felt that I would never be able to catch up if I worked hard for the rest of my life."

Qi Sinian shook his head in disapproval: "Music is free, and awards should not be the only criterion for judging. What's more, how old were you when I was thirteen or fourteen?"

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, Qi Sinian raised his hand, gesticulated on his thigh, and said with a smile: "At that time, you were still a tiny kid, Maestro Bai. In more than ten years, you were admitted to Julie Ya, you have crossed half the world to come here. You have caught up with me."

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Note:

[1]Montagnana: This is the surname of a luthier around 1733. The surviving violins are considered to be of the highest quality, each of which has a name, and has been auctioned off by famous musicians.The cello Yo-Yo Ma is using now is made by this luthier, and it is said to be worth $3000 million.

(The older the cello, the violin, the better the sound)

[2] Lion Mountain: There is this mountain near Salzburg, but I really don't remember where it is.And the mountain where Master Amo lives is also real, and I don’t remember the name of it, so I just put it on.Don't care about the details (bu)