Thirteen Bass

The traditional Jiangnan beef sauce made by Bai Lang's mother is moderately salty, sweet and delicious, and has the crispness of pickled vegetables, which quickly conquered Qi Sinian's DNA.

The two of you took one bite and the other ate a small half of the bottle in the kitchen. By the time the dishes were put on the table, Bai Lang was already half full.

After a while, Elder Armor finally came down from upstairs.He changed his clothes, went to the stereo and picked out a CD to play. He paused when he turned around and saw Bai Lang and Qi Sinian, as if he remembered that there were two other people at home.

The quiet and semi-reclusive state will not change because of anyone's arrival, because most of the time, Elder Armor stays alone in the upstairs studio, and it is said that he is sorting out an old friend of the composer. music works.

Afterwards, the three of them sat down to have dinner. The atmosphere was excellent, and Elder Armor was in a rare good mood, and even asked Qi Sinian to open a Romanee-Conti that had been treasured for many years.

Bai Lang was not good at drinking, but he was too embarrassed to refuse Elder Armor, so he poured a red wine from the bottom of the glass and sipped it silently.It was Qi Sinian who accompanied his teacher, the two of them chatted, and the bottle of red wine quickly drained.

Slightly drunk, Elder Armor asked about the repertoire of Qi Sinian's duet. Qi Sinian leaned back, with one hand resting easily on the table and the other hand holding the wine glass, looking at Bai Lang's direction, smiled and replied: "Passacaglia."

Bai Lang drank up the red wine in the glass, put the glass on his hand, looked in Qi Sinian's direction, and smiled.

This is the track that the two had just set an hour ago, and it fits the theme of the Venice Music Festival very well.

"Which one? Handel's?" asked Elder Armor.

Qi Sinian nodded: "Dance music in G minor."

Elder Armor thought for a while, opened another bottle of wine, poured it into his glass, and said bluntly: "Sean, to be honest, this kind of music is not quite like your style. Compared with Bach, Handel Still too lyrical."

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but said, "But the theme of Venice this time is to celebrate love."

Since it is love, it should not be reminiscent of a solemn and orderly fugue.Whether it's an extremely romantic serenade, a mellow and sad aria, or a bass chord falling into the dust and a contradictory jumping bow throughout, these music treatments that belong to love are completely different from Bach's composition style.

Elder Armor didn't mind, just glanced at him and said, "Yes, it's love. Sean is too rational, and I don't see in him the passion and madness that love should have."

Qi Sinian clasped his hands on the table, listening to Elder's comments to him with a smile, without speaking.

Bai Lang closed his mouth, thinking to himself that this is too illusory, does it mean that he has to put his whole heart and soul into any performance of music?The greatest actors in the world are not necessarily able to do this, let alone those players who fumble with the score of a century ago.

He retorted in a low voice: "The chief is obviously very gentle."

"The teacher is right, I'm really not very good at dealing with lyrical romantic styles." Qi Sinian patted the back of Bai Lang's hand with a smile, and said to Elder, "But this is a duet. Bai Lang's music is bold and straightforward Bai, it's like Shakespeare's love poem. I believe we will collide to produce good results. Bai Lang, what do you think?"

Bai Lang immediately said, "Of course."

Elder Armor raised his glass to touch them, and smiled: "That's right. The charm of a duet lies in the entanglement and resonance of the soul. I am very much looking forward to your performance."

Bai Lang's face felt a little hot.What neither Qi Sinian nor Elder Armor knew was that this song was once very popular in the Juilliard School.I don't know whether it was a coincidence or magic, but several of the collaborating performers later became lovers.This song was once called the Passacaglia of Love by Juilliard students.

Bai Lang felt that there was a very unreal feeling, but some thoughts just popped up, and he thought it was a blasphemy against idols.

He put aside the reverie that should not exist in his head, leaned close to Qi Sinian's ear, and whispered in Chinese: "Anyway, in my heart, you are the best performer."

Afterwards they stopped talking about duets, and Herder Armor talked about Don Quixote.This symphonic poem will be his painstaking work, every link will be done by him personally, and the production cycle may be extraordinarily long.

Bai Lang responded obediently, but he thought silently in his heart that he was not in a hurry at all, and wished that the production cycle would be as long as possible.In this way, he will have enough time to interact with Qi Sinian.

Just after nine o'clock, Elder Armor said he was sleepy, and went upstairs alone.

Bai Lang consciously stood up and wanted to clean up the dinner plate, but was told by Qi Sinian that someone would come to clean it tomorrow, and urged him to rest as soon as possible.Bai Lang, who was a young man, thought it was just a casual remark, but he didn't expect to be awakened by a melodious melody when there was only a faint light outside in the early morning of the next day.

His consciousness was still calm, he opened his eyes in a daze, and recognized the music in his ears.

It's the violin.

Bai Lang gradually woke up, his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, and then he remembered where he was.

Is it Qi Sinian's piano sound?

He patted his face, overcame sleepiness and lifted the quilt to get up.The warmth in the quilt was gone in an instant, and Bai Lang was aroused by the cool air, so he quickly put on his trousers and jacket, and stretched out his hand to open the curtains.

The floor-to-ceiling window is also a door leading to the small balcony, Bai Lang pressed the handle and walked out.

Qi Sinian's room is next door to his, and the balcony of the two is separated by half a wall.Qi Sinian was also standing on the balcony at this time, with his hands supporting the railing.Hearing the sound, he turned his head and smiled: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Bai Lang straightened his hair uncomfortably, and said, "I thought you were playing the violin."

"It's Elder's piano sound." Facing the faint morning sun, Qi Sinian nodded his chin slightly, "Nowadays, there are not many opportunities to hear him play. It seems that today must be a very lucky day."

Hearing what he said, Bai Lang also walked to the front of the balcony and leaned over to look out.

Elder Armor stands by the lake and plays his violin.

Right in front of him, the morning sun of the Alps has just risen from the mountains, and the golden color clearly depicts the shape of the mountains, all of which are reflected in the unknown lake halfway up the mountain.The soft morning light and the steep mountain wind are rushing from the towering snow-white ridgeline in the distance.

At this moment, the loud and clear tone of the violin turns into the most agile and smallest voice in the world, awakening the crisp birdsong, wrapped in the gentle sound of the wind, dyed with lush greenery, and joining the perfection of nature in the form of an overture. in the harmony.

The performer is intoxicated and enjoying, as if condensing the rhythm into emotional words, leading the sun to shine on the world.

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[1] Passacaglia: Passacaglia dance music.Handel's work.Handel was the only composer who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Bach in the Baroque period. Compared with the solemnity and rationality in Bach's music, Handel's works are gorgeous and sensual, belonging to the graceful school.