Thirteen Bass

"Ah-"

Bai Lang desperately covered his nose and sneezed softly.

The dream is too beautiful, the reality is too skinny.Last night, he fell asleep without even covering him with the quilt, and he woke up this morning with no accidental cold.

He covered his nose with a tissue and apologized in a low voice in embarrassment, in exchange for kind smiles from the people around him.

The first viola on the side was waiting to be bored, so he went over to chat with him: "The temperature difference between day and night in Vienna is huge, right? I was not used to it at first."

Bai Lang didn't know what to say, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhongti didn’t seem to really want to chat with him, but it’s no fun for two or three hundred people to wait, so he started talking to himself: “I heard you graduated from Julia? That’s great... I Back then, I also wanted to take the Juilliard exam. There were not many viola players who were ranked high, and Julia accounted for several...Ah, I really want to meet Mr. Tertis...It's a pity that Julia's enrollment The repertoire is too much, I suspect you Julia discriminated against Viola."

Bai Lang: "..."

Behind Bai Lang, the fourth violinist put down the bow in his hand, and said with a smile: "If the song doesn't contain a solo, is it discriminating against Viola?"

Zhongti: "Isn't it considered discrimination if you don't let solo? How can your noble cello understand the pain at the bottom of our contempt chain?"

Just as he was talking, Qi Sinian walked in from the outside, and while walking, he was discussing something with several managers of Group E.

He was wearing a uniform black suit today, and he looked extremely slender, attracting everyone's attention like a walking spotlight. The chattering voices around him obviously stopped for a while, and then sputtered out again.

Zhongti sighed, and continued to babble: "Hey...it's better to be violin, I was also violin when I was young, and I couldn't think about switching to viola for a while. Our viola has no human rights..."

Bai Lang was curious: "Why, Vienna also despises Viola?"

Zhongti looked up at him with sharp eyes: "Look, I knew that North America really looked down on Viola, right?"

Bai Lang: "..."

"Bai, don't listen to his nonsense." The fourth eldest said with a smile, "I swear, no one in the whole world loves viola more than him. He's just talking."

Bai Lang also smiled, his eyes naturally followed Qi Sinian, seeing what he said to the operation, he returned to his chief position.

The position of the first violin is opposite to the cello part, separated by the podium, and the two sit not close or far away.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bai Lang always felt that Qi Sinian glanced at him, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in his eyes.

But he quickly lowered his head to look at the violin part, and the profile of his face showed the deep lines carved by a knife under the light.

The command seat remains empty.

For the famous Bernstein, it made sense for everyone to wait. After all, they all said that it was better to have a rehearsal with him for Mahler than to study at home for half a year.

However, the operation quickly went out and came in again, bringing a bad news:

Mr. Bernstein has been running around for days and suddenly fell ill, and now he must be hospitalized for recuperation.The originally scheduled rehearsal for Mahler Five will probably wait until he recovers from his illness.Now I hope that you will organize your own voices first, practice parting first, and become proficient in technique.

There was only one thought in Bai Lang's mind for a moment: Mahler, my nemesis!

Zhongti and the fourth Dati beside him sighed at the same time, Zhongti lowered his head again, and said in a strange way: "Technology? Where did our viola get the technique? You don't even need to learn the bow. Anyway, Zhongti doesn't have a master, it's all for violin Accompanied by cello remix."

Bai Lang couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is that an exaggeration?"

Zhongti: "Haven't you heard of that meme?"

Bai Lang: "What?"

Zhongti: "How do you make a violin sound like a viola? ——Sit in the back and keep quiet the whole time, and then play a few out-of-tune basses."

Bai Lang: "...Who said that? It's too much."

Zhongti glanced back and snorted coldly: "He."

"Oh my Alex, why are you still talking about this." The fourth cellist put the violin into its case, put his arms around his shoulders, and said, "That was my slip of the tongue after drinking, and I have already sincerely apologized to you. Let's go, since it's a sudden holiday, why don't you go to my house for a drink."

Zhongti was dragged forward by him, still babbling his cold jokes: "Don't call me Alex, call me Tom from now on—because viola players all over the world are called Tom."

"..."

The fourth big mention ignored his increasingly excessive self-mockery, turned around and smiled at Bai Lang: "Hey, Bai, come to my house together?"

Bai Lang was taken aback, smiled and shook his head: "I still want to go out for a walk, I wish you all a happy day."

Bai Lang has just arrived, nominally the chief cellist, but he is not familiar with the cellists in the troupe.Most musicians have their own understanding of instruments, and he doesn't intend to dictate.

The chiefs of the other voice departments agreed with him, and within an hour, two or three hundred people had all left in disorder.

Bai Lang sat on the seat with the piano in his arms, staring at the score for a while.It wasn't until he was the only one left in the whole space that he put rosin on the hair of the bow and began to seriously twist the bow.

He played several open-string double notes, placed his left hand on the first position of the D string, and put the bow in the center of the saddle with his right hand. He took a deep breath, and then, Mahler's five weird and merciless funeral elegy Suddenly, it resounded through the hall like a landslide.

Mahler, an accent lover, marked this part as fffff as usual. Bai Lang was sweating profusely, his bow hairs were flying wildly, and he plucked the strings and roared like a storm.

Soon, the fugue section appeared, Bai Lang frowned, loosened his grip, and the melody immediately ran thousands of miles away.

He froze on the spot, sighed helplessly, the sound of the piano simply turned down, and a familiar rhythm almost automatically flowed out of his bones.

— Bach, Chaconne.

The cello is the closest musical instrument to the human voice.

The sound of Bai Lang's piano is vast and calm, like the waves of the deep sea turning out silky and beautiful lines, slowly pushing wave after wave from the distant horizon.He is engaged and relaxed, vibrating the strings with his left hand and softly bowing with his right hand, interpreting the rigorous and orderly Bach into a romantic and passionate Liszt.

Not enough...the sound is not enough at all.Bai Lang thought distractedly.

He raised his fingering, and the A string issued gorgeous and high-pitched overtones, jumping rapidly and climbing up wave after wave, but he was still unable to break through the stagnant syllables.

At this moment, a clear and loud violin modulation entered just right, and the eight-bar variation instantly broke through the dullness, like seagulls chasing waves, flying back and forth, screaming, and swept towards the place where the water and the sky meet.

Bai Lang only paused for 0.1 second, and the timbre of the cello immediately chased him up. The two rhythms were entangled and opposed, and the harmonies that had never been heard spread out harmoniously. It hardly required any grinding, and every note collided exquisitely. The effect is like tailor-made for the two, from tonality to chords, from breath to variation, and finally ends in the melodious vibrato of the cello.

Bai Lang bowed his head and lowered his head, his left hand trembled slightly. The satisfaction brought by the hearty and hearty co-timed music made him unable to pull away for a long time.

Without any rehearsal, he played a near-perfect Chaconne duet!

And his partner...

Bai Lang raised his gaze.

Qi Sinian stood below the stage, holding the violin in his backhand, looking up at him with concentrated eyes.

"Bravo!" After a while, he smiled and applauded, "Bai Lang, amazing music."

Bai Lang hadn't completely come out of the emotion brought by the music, and he was a little dazed.

Qi Sinian is a performer himself, so of course he understands the joy that this kind of music brings that shakes people from the depths of their souls.He didn't disturb Bai Lang's aftertaste, he just walked onto the stage, lowered his head and quietly looked at the score in front of Bai Lang.

They were so close for the first time.The unexpected duet obviously gave the distance between the two a sense of reality.

"Chief," Bai Lang retracted his bow after an unknown amount of time, feeling a little embarrassed, licked his lips and said, "You haven't left yet?"

"I'll discuss the next arrangement with the operator." Qi Sinian noticed his wet and red lips, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I heard our new first cellist practicing hard. It's a pity that Bruno doesn't have this ear blessing, otherwise he must Very pleased."

Bai Lang opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to say a word of modesty, and the words came to his lips, and it became: "Chief, your Chaconne is really great, I have never played such a great duet in person."

"It's Chaconne of the two of us." Qi Sinian corrected him, "There are very few boys your age who can interpret Bach so thoroughly. I also think it's great."

Qi Sinian stood in front of Bai Lang, his figure looked slender and tall against the backdrop of his well-tailored suit.Bai Lang looked up at him halfway, and found that his eyelashes were slender and thick, which was rarely seen in Asians. They cast fan-shaped shadows on his face, and he looked at a person intently, especially when he was smiling. Affectionate feeling.

Bai Lang clenched the bow in his hand, his heart was beating violently, and he let out a soft "hmm".

Qi Sinian looked at the score in his hand and said, "So I will consider arranging this piece for chamber music, and the duet is also good."

"Huh...huh?!" Bai Lang raised his head, "You want to perform chamber music?"

Does that mean...

Qi Sinian looked at his eyes that suddenly lit up, and put down the score: "Yes. But MaestroBai, who is obsessed with music, are you too selfless?"

He made a movement of tapping his wrist, and said with a smile: "It's very late. Why don't we talk in another place?"

The author says:

Note:

[1] Chaconne: Chaconne, Bach's second unaccompanied violin partita fifth movement.Bach hid the names of himself and his deceased wife Barala in the melody of Chaconne, and it was not deciphered until hundreds of years later.If you are interested, you can listen to Heifetz or Milstein's version.

[2] Viola viola, violin violin, cello cello.

The stalk of "discrimination" against the viola in the article is directly borrowed from the real classical music despise chain, and there are many more stalks, which are too much to list here.

Because of the timbre and range, the viola plays the role of mixed accompaniment in the string group most of the time. It is difficult to hear its sound as a whole, but it acts as a bond between the violin and the cello and is an indispensable instrument in the symphony.

It is great that viola players give up the chance to show off and become the cornerstone of a brilliant symphony, let us thank the viola!