Thirteen Bass

In the end, Bai Lang paid for the dinner.He should thank Qi Sinian for taking care of him - he still knows this etiquette.

Seeing that he insisted, Qi Sinian let him go.

While waiting for the checkout, Qi Sinian hurriedly left after answering the phone, it seemed that there was still a schedule ahead.Originally, a well-known performer like him should be very busy, but Bai Lang didn't expect to be so busy.

There were bursts of cheers from the square outside, Bai Lang turned his head to look, and found that the crowd in the middle of the old square was surrounded by a black circle, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

"It's an open-air dance party. The night in the city of music is very lively." The waiter handed Bai Lang a beautifully wrapped paper bag and said with a smile, "Mr. Musician, this is your gift."

"Gift?" Bai Lang was taken aback.

The waiter said with a smile: "Our store gives extra gifts to all musicians. Try our Sacher cake, you will definitely like it."

Of course, Bai Lang had heard of the Sacher Cake. The status of this famous cake in Austria is no less than that of Princess Sissi. It is said that the recipe is still kept secret.

He looked into the paper bag, and saw that the two cakes were beautifully packaged and tightly packed together.

The waiter rolled his eyes: "I wish you a pleasant evening."

In European cities, the old towns are not big, and people from all over the world speak different languages, and we can hear each other's enthusiasm.

The moon has risen to the top of the head. In fine weather, the distance at the end of the old street is cut into a beautiful oil painting. Outside the painting is the spiers palace made of green bricks in the city, and in the painting are rolling dark mountains outside the city. mound.

Bai Lang didn't call a car, nor did he participate in the open-air dance that was getting more and more heated. He walked back through the old city slowly by himself.

When he returned to the hotel, he was still a little absent-minded.He felt that he really drank too much, so that when the front desk waiter stopped him, he didn't even know what happened for a while.

"You mean, my suitcase has been delivered?" Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, then repeated, "Is it from the airport, from Lang Bai?"

"Yes sir." The waiter spoke fluent English and said with a smile, "Two, they have been delivered to your room. They were taken care of by Mr. Chyi when he went out this morning."

"..." Bai Lang frowned, suddenly realized something, and asked in disbelief, "Mr. Chyi, is that Sean Chyi? He also lives here?"

"Yes." The waiter replied, "Mr. Chyi has a dedicated soundproof piano practice room on the top floor. He said that if you need it, you can use it at any time."

Bai Lang opened the box, and dug out two large and heavy bottles of mother's brand beef sauce from the layers of clothes. He rolled around on the bed twice, wishing he could cry with joy.

The handwritten music notes and the out-of-print discs stored over the years were all neatly stacked in the box. He randomly picked out one and put it in the CD player. Rostropovich's deep cello sound slowly flowed through the entire space. come out.

He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, as if there was something deeply attracted to him on it, staring intently.

Qi Sinian lived upstairs.

This is actually quite normal.Qi Sinian is Swiss and has no place to live in Vienna. The operation of Group E also needs to arrange a hotel for him.It's not even a coincidence.

Bai Lang said this to himself for the third time.

However, he felt that the melodious and slow bass shuttled unscrupulously in his heart, and flew out a few slides from time to time, jumping and flying to the heights, every chord blended with the heartbeat, and the gentle classical cello was vividly heard like jazz The taste is still the kind of lustful saxophone solo.

A cell phone notification sounded, abruptly interrupting Bai Lang's tender time alone.

He blinked, and took the phone over. When he saw the message, he had a feeling of being instantly shattered from his fantasy and returning to reality.

The chat group that jumped up frequently was a group of classmates who had a good time with Bai Lang. There were six people in total, four of them were performers, and the other two were majors in composition and vocal music.from several countries.

Now everyone has successfully graduated and started to run for their dreams.

Musicians are always flying around the world to perform, hindered by jet lag and distance, it is rare to have time to appear together, and they cherish it all the more.They learned that Bai Lang had successfully entered the E group, and they were already shouting that they must go to Vienna to play when they have time.

Bai Lang has a cheerful and easy-going personality, and it is easy for people to feel close to him.Unlike Qi Sinian, who is so good that most people feel a sense of distance, he is more like a brother next door.

He responded to messages one after another, chatted with them in the group, flattered and complained to each other.There is no difference between musicians in suits and leather shoes on weekdays and young boys who are new to society.

JT: [I can't believe it, our little Lang is actually going to Europe, the girls in North America will be sad. ]

Satou: [And the boys. ]

JT: [Okay, and the boys. ]

Bara: [Lang, how about Group E?That's what you get for giving up the chance of BSO, oh my god, that's BSO. ]

Singh: [Although BSO is good, Group E has Sean Chyi and Bernstein! ]

JT: [After BSO left a few old chiefs, the quality is not as good as before.I still appreciate the strict style of Europe, at least they don't smooth out the bar accents for the sake of convenience. ]

Bara: [...and will not secretly add ff to Beethoven's f. ]

Satou: [It's not fancy, like a red carpet afterparty at a film festival. ]

install:[? ? What happened to Afterparty, I love Afterparty so much.How can I get close to my goddess without Afterparty?You are discriminating against North America. ]

Bai Lang looked at the news in the group, and sent a weeping emoji, in exchange for several concerned questions.

Lang: [I'm fine. Team E is better than I imagined.When I perform Mahler V, you must come and see it! ]

JT: [Mahler...I know what you're crying about now. ]

Satou: [? ? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ]

Lang: [What's wrong? ]

JT: [Leave him alone, all the trumpets in the world are going crazy when they hear a Mahler [-], and it's Bernstein's Mahler [-]. ]

Bara: [hhhh The ultimate dream of trumpet players. ]

Satou: [Is Group E still recruiting? !Are you still recruiting? ! ]

JT: [Wake up, you can't make the triplet of the first theme at all. ]

Satou: [Who said that!Who said I can't play!You haven't heard me play Mahler V. ]

JT: [You need to work on your tongue strength.Even if I haven't heard it, I know you can't play it. ]

Lang: […]

install:[? ]

Singer: [Hey, speaking of it, it is still Lang after all, who has been working hard for his dream all these years.You can work with idols so soon. ]

Bara: [It's not in vain that my little Lang has suffered so much. ]

An: [Lang itself is a talent, right?Julia's cello little prince will become a great performer if he stays in North America. ]

Bai Lang's fingers on the sliding interface stopped.

Not only will I be able to collaborate with my idol, maybe soon I will be able to play chamber music together, and even a few hours ago, the idol invited me to dinner.

But these things, he doesn't want to tell anyone for the time being.

This is his precious memory alone, a joy and indescribable sweetness that has never been imagined.And I just put in a few cold and summer hard exercises, so what kind of hardship is it?

He lost his mobile phone and sank into the big soft bed. The faint anxiety in his heart just now disappeared and was replaced by another more joyful and eager mood.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of alcohol, but he felt a little excited and urgently needed to play the violin to express his emotions.

He picked up the cello and left the room in a hurry.

He planned to visit Qi Sinian's piano practice room.

Bai Lang walked to the door of a certain room on the top floor, and stopped to look at the plug strips on the door.Qi Sinian's name was written in beautiful cursive characters.

He wanted to open the door and go in, but knocked habitually.

But what people didn't expect was that as soon as the crisp knocking sound fell, Qi Sinian's voice came from inside the next second: "Weristda?"

Qi Sinian is back?he's in there?

Bai Lang didn't expect this possibility at all, and froze in place.

The door opened, and Qi Sinian stood behind it.

"Bai Lang?" He was wearing a bathrobe, his hair was wet, and he wiped it back casually, revealing a smooth and full forehead. He had obviously just showered, "What can I do for you?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but his voice is deep, and it sounds a little lazy.

"I..." Bai Lang's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he couldn't help stammering, "I wanted to practice the piano, but I..."

"At this time?" Qi Sinian laughed, "The piano room is next door. But since you're here, come in."

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Note:

Mahler V: Mahler's Fifth Symphony.It is a very difficult symphony for all parts, and it is a repertoire that many conductors want to challenge all their lives.The first theme is the wind music field, and the trumpet steals the limelight.It can be said that there is no trumpet principal who does not want to play the Mahler V.