Thirteen Bass

Carl was right. Except that the road up the mountain was a bit steep at the beginning, the road behind this route was not hard. In just two hours, they passed through a quiet forest and walked across a suspension bridge over a canyon. The view There are ever-changing greens and a constant clear blue sky.

When the sun hits the top of the head, the viewing platform on the mountainside finally appears in front.

No one was encountered along the way, but there were quite a few climbers gathered near the viewing platform. Only then did Bai Lang realize that there was a beautiful small house standing next to the viewing platform, which should be a supply point.The observation deck was the end point for him and Qi Sinian today, but it was only the first stop for many people.Most of them carry professional climbing equipment and carry huge tent bags.

There are exceptions to this.

A few men wearing straw hats and dressed like cowboys in the American West are gathering on the edge of the cliff.They all hold different instruments in their hands and are playing a piece of music together.

The song sounds like a brisk pop music at first, with a beautiful melody, and the chords tend to be popular and pleasant, expressing human emotions in a particularly good way, and it feels a bit familiar when you listen carefully.

Bai Lang stood far away and listened quietly for a while, "Huh?", and looked at Qi Sinian in surprise: "It's actually a classical guitar."

Qi Sinian nodded: "There is also Marimba."

This is not a common instrument, but it is not difficult for two well-informed performers.The clear and full timbre of the classical guitar flows between the sky and the green grass, like a cheerful mountain spring in the deserted woods behind you.

The difference between popular music and classical music is whether the chords are regular and rigorous, the melody in the ears is simple but full of ingenuity, and the emotions are unrestrained. Laughing and laughing, the main melody sometimes rises and sometimes falls back, and it turns playfully several times. The whole rhythm sounds full of flaws, but it is unexpectedly touching.

After staring at them for a long time, Bai Lang recognized the classical guitarist among them.He is the resident singer at Karl's Bar. To be precise, they just met last night.When he was working, his music was well-behaved, not as enthusiastic and unrestrained as it is now.

Bai Lang felt that the music, which had been arranged so gaudyly that it didn't look like the original, was very interesting, so he said to Qi Sinian, "The main theme sounds familiar."

Qi Sinian put down his backpack, listened attentively for a while, and replied: "It should be adapted from an excerpt from Ibsen's play. The instruments are incomplete, the voices are limited, and part of the theme is missing, so it is not complete."

In fact, more than a part is missing. This is a very euphemistic term, and the two musicians know it well.No matter in terms of musical tonality or performance level, the adaptation in front of me can be said to be arbitrary, and it is not enough to be put into the old-fashioned and serious classicism palace.

However, Bai Lang raised his head to look at Qi Sinian, his eyes reflected the noon sun and were extraordinarily bright.

He said, "But it's really moving, and I like it. What do you think, Chief?"

Qi Sinian laughed, and his low voice became warm and soft: "Of course, I like it too."

Bai Lang got a satisfactory answer, nodded, and said with emotion: "This is probably what is called, happiness is the best tuner."

Qi Sinian turned his gaze back from the front and asked, "What is this? The motto of the romantics?"

Sensing his gaze, Bai Lang moved closer, and replied honestly, "No, this is Julia's popular final exam prayer."

The weather in the Austrian Lake District is notoriously changeable. It is often clear at one moment and pouring rain the next.

Regarding this, Bai Lang didn't feel the slightest bit.In the past few days when he came to the lake area, every day was sunny. Looking around, the air was so clear that there was no trace of water vapor, and the vast mountains and huge lakes were all presented in front of him.

Standing at the front of the viewing platform and looking up at the sky, you can see the shocking blue.The mountains, rivers and plains are transformed into an incomparably harmonious blue color here, with the jewel-like Lake Hallstatt in the middle.

Midsummer in the Alps seems to have nothing to do with the heat, and the warm lake is still full of colorful flowers.Seen from a height, those colorful little houses themselves have become part of the flowers, distributed in large clusters among the lakes and mountains.

The repertoire of the Cliff Happiness Orchestra has changed from Ibsen to American country tunes. Bai Lang was infected by the music, and excitedly ran to their side, applauded to add to the fun, and asked those few people for their autographs.When he returned to the viewing platform, he saw Qi Sinian take out a beige checked picnic cloth from his bag and spread it on the grass, and then took out the prepared food and put it on it.

Bai Lang looked at the lunch boxes lined up on the picnic cloth, and asked, "Did you do it? When did you do it? Chief, why do you know everything? You look like a fat blue man!"

"It's just a simple sandwich, and it doesn't take much time." Qi Sinian said, "What is the blue fat man? Is it the Chinese version of Hulk?"

This "hulk" made Bai Lang very funny, he couldn't help laughing, but when he was about to say something, he heard Qi Sinian's cell phone on the grass ring.His first reaction was that there was a signal here. He subconsciously looked at the screen and found that it was a string of numbers that had not been saved.

Qi Sinian was on the other side, holding things in both hands, he said to Bai Lang, "Can you answer the call for me?"

Bai Lang nodded, hesitated for a while whether to release it publicly, and finally stuck the phone to Qi Sinian's ear.

Qi Sinian leaned close to his hand very naturally, and said to the phone: "Hallo, Sean Chyi."

Someone on the phone said something very fast, Qi Sinian listened quietly, smiling and looking at Bai Lang while listening.

It was inevitable that Bai Lang's fingers brushed against Qi Sinian's ear, and he felt a comfortable and tense feeling that he had never experienced before.

Qi Sinian smiled, changed to English deliberately, and said some time and schedule arrangements, and finally said: "That's it, I look forward to meeting you."

Bai Lang waited for Qi Sinian to hang up the phone, and then asked impatiently: "Is it Venice's number?"

Qi Sinian nodded, and said to him with a smile on his face, ""Passacaglia" has passed the selection."

Bai Lang sat upright all of a sudden, his eyes lit up, and he said, "That's great! Chief, we're going to perform on stage!"

Qi Sinian's voice was calm and gentle: "This is your European debut."

Bai Lang's eyes reflected the bright sunlight, and he corrected him persistently: "It's our first show together."

"Okay, then I wish our debut together a success." Qi Sinian took out two white food boxes from his bag, and took off the plastic wrap wrapped around the outside.His fingers looked slender and strong, and he handed one of them to Bai Lang with a tissue, and asked, "Would you like a drink to celebrate?"

Bai Lang was very happy and nodded.

Qi Sinian stood up, walked into the supply store next to him, and when he came out again, he had already carried two bottles of beer that were steaming cold.

They were at a high altitude, the sun was bright at noon, the field of vision was wide, and the undisturbed mountain flowers bloomed at their feet, swaying gently with the wind.Bai Lang saw him squat down naturally and pluck a small light-colored flower from the grass.

Qi Sinian put the flower into Bai Lang's hand and said, "Edelweiss, the national flower of Austria."

Bai Lang looked down at the fluffy flowers in his palm and said, "It's so cute."

"This is the first edelweiss I found this year, a congratulatory gift from the Alps."

Qi Sinian smiled lightly, lowered his head and looked at Bai Lang, then put the beer in his hand on the tablecloth side by side, and pressed the tip of his index finger against the glass of the bottle that was soaked in mist. He wrote Bai Lang's initials on his body, and drew a chubby note on another bottle.

After finishing the painting, he put the two bottles close together and said, "Keep a souvenir."

The dense and floating white foam of the beer happened to connect Bai Lang's name with the note.Bai Lang liked it so much that he couldn't wait to take out his phone to take pictures of them.

In the end, Qi Sinian gave the bottle with the notes on it to Bai Lang, and looked at him with a smile: "Prost."

Looking at the beer with his name written on it in Qi Sinian's hand, Bai Lang couldn't help being stunned.The aroma of beer diffused slightly and was carried away by the mountain wind.Bai Lang felt that he hadn't had a drink yet, but the alcohol had already flooded his mind.

He thought for a while, and then whispered: "Prost. (Cheers)"

Later, Bai Lang insisted on putting the two empty beer bottles into his bag and took them down the mountain.Afterwards, they have been lying in Brown's box, from Austria to Italy, and finally landed in a small house in Switzerland, where they were placed on a shelf with photos and music scores.

Bai Lang wrote Qi Sinian and his name on the glass with paint, next to each other.

The author says:

A question about language:

Austria and Switzerland are both German-speaking areas, but this German has an accent.

For example, if Standard German is Mandarin, then Austrian German is similar to Northeast Chinese in my country.

Qi Sinian should speak Swiss German.However, Swiss German is very troublesome. The relationship with standard German is like Cantonese and Mandarin, and it is difficult for Germans to understand.

And in fact, in Switzerland, Swiss German is considered a separate language Sprache, not a dialekt.The attitude of treating Swiss German as a dialect will make the Swiss so angry that they even call the standard German spoken by Germans "German German" and list it under "Swiss German". (So ​​I don't quite understand why not just call Swiss?)

This question is too complicated, so let’s ignore it directly. All the premise of this article is that everyone who appears in the article speaks a language without an accent and can communicate without barriers (sorry)