Thirteen Bass

Bai Lang hesitated for a moment, at this time Qi Sinian had already staggered his body.He had no choice but to follow Qi Sinian into the room, and turned around to close the door along the way.

It's almost midnight, and it really shouldn't be time to practice the piano.

The heat in Bai Lang's head finally subsided.

The overall layout of Qi Sinian's room is similar to his room, not big, but adequate.The difference is that on the top floor, there is an extra square skylight above the head. Looking at it from Bai Lang's perspective, he is seeing a round of bright moonlight.

Next to the window is a long desk, and there is a built-in bookcase against the wall, on which stacks of music scores and some CDs are neatly stacked.The tabletop was neatly tidied up, there was a bottle of ink on the corner of the table, and a pen beside it.

It is rare to see people who are used to using blotting pens these days.But Bai Lang felt that Qi Sinian should be like this for granted.

Qi Sinian asked Bai Lang to sit on the sofa, while he leaned against the bar and asked casually, "Can't you sleep?"

Bai Lang looked at Qi Sinian, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that the neckline of his bathrobe was slightly opened due to the movement, revealing a strong chest with clear lines, and the shadows were always hidden under the bathrobe.

Bai Lang was a little restless at this moment, he couldn't bear to meet Qi Sinian's gaze, so he lowered his head, and said a perfunctory "Yes": "Maybe the jet lag is a little bit reversed."

"Play the piano when you can't sleep, so good?" Qi Sinian lowered his head and smiled, then picked up a bottle of red wine in his hand, "Would you like some drink? It might help you sleep."

Just as Bai Lang was about to nod, he heard him say, "Forget it, you've had a drink today. Let me bring you a bottle of milk."

Qi Sinian took out a box of milk from the refrigerator and handed it to Bai Lang, but he pulled out the cork of the red wine, poured the wine into a red wine glass, then walked to sit opposite Bai Lang.

His movements were unhurried, and he looked very elegant. Bai Lang didn't speak, so he just sipped the wine leisurely.

Bai Lang was inexplicably at a loss. He lowered his head and took a sip of the milk. When the aroma of milk overflowed his mouth, he felt that he was really stupid.

"Chief, thank you." He had no choice but to find something to say.

Qi Sinian said: "You seem to always say thank you to me. It is I who want to invite you to rehearse chamber music, so I should say thank you. To be honest, cello solos are rare, and those who are so in tune with me are even more so." You can’t ask for it.”

Bai Lang felt a little hot on his face, and said to himself, that's because I've listened to your Chakong countless times, and it's completely your shadow when I play it.

He licked the corner of his mouth and said, "Chief, I think you are a little different from what I imagined."

Qi Sinian put the wine glass on the table, slightly bent one leg, and leaned back: "What's different?"

"You are much gentler than I thought." After saying this, it was hard to hide the heat on his face, "I originally thought that you would be more serious... well, it should be said, more classic."

"Classicism?" Qi Sinian repeated, as if he thought the description was interesting, and reminded him of the song Chakong this afternoon, "Like Bach?"

Bai Lang looked up at him, and murmured earnestly: "Well, it's like Bach."

Qi Sinian didn't speak, but just gave Bai Lang a silent look, as if encouraging him to continue.

"But I also feel that your Bach is different from other people's." Bai Lang continued, "Others' Bach is always very regular, and your Bach is also regular and orderly, but it is more like the law of nature, a kind of carefree The law of freedom. Others’ Bach is just Bach, but yours is Sean Chyi’s Bach. In short, it’s a feeling that I can’t play at all.”

"For example?" Qi Sinian asked him with a smile.

Bai Lang thought for a while, and said, "For example... use a more delicate pronunciation method, and put decorative notes before the beat?"

Such a change can probably be regarded as "rebellious" in the European classical music circle, which is so strict with details that it is almost abnormal.

But this is Qi Sinian's own understanding of music.Bai Lang has a ten-level filter, which he likes very much.

Qi Sinian looked at Bai Lang with a strange look, his eyes flicked across his eyebrows, and paused on his lips.After a while, he sighed: "You always said that I was your idol, and I didn't really believe this sentence until now."

"Why is this?" Bai Lang showed a dissatisfied expression, "Of course you are my idol, and the biggest idol. Actually, I made up my mind the day I came to Vienna. The first thing I did when I saw you was to ask You want to sign. Unfortunately, bad luck, too many things, delayed."

Qi Sinian smiled lightly, stood up, went to the table and picked up the pen: "It's not too late. You can sign anywhere you want."

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, he looked at Qi Sinian's perfectly lined profile, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and opened his palm foolishly.

Qi Sinian was stunned by this action, and then shook his head uncontrollably.A few strands of half-dry black hair fell down on his forehead with the movement, and he raised his hand to brush it up again, looking casually messy.

He opened the drawer under the table and took out an envelope from it.Then he signed his name with a pen, and put the envelope into Bai Lang's hand with the back of his hand.

"A ticket for the Schönbrunn Palace concert." Qi Sinian's smile didn't stop, "Tomorrow night. I have a collaboration piece with the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. I hope my little fans can come and join us."

Looking at the dark red envelope in his hand, Bai Lang straightened up slowly, his face completely red.

Schönbrunn Palace, the second largest palace in Europe, second only to the Palace of Versailles in France, is famous for the most famous Princess Sissi of the Habsburg family.

Bai Lang got up early in the morning, his wrists were sore from practicing in the group in the morning, and in the afternoon he took the time to go to the famous Schönbrunn Palace outside the city - after nightfall, a grand music festival will be held here.Before that, he planned to visit the most famous scenic spot in Vienna.

The interior of the rococo-style palace was resplendent and magnificent, and Bai Lang looked at it with great interest. By the time he walked around with the guide, more than an hour had passed quietly.

The back garden of Schönbrunn Palace is built according to the wonderful angle of the hillside. Looking down, you can see a large number of buildings and statues, and you can see the old city and the Danube in the distance.The entire garden is exquisitely designed and unfolded completely symmetrically, just like their rigorous and sacred classical music.

Facts have proved that European sentiment and classical aesthetics are much better than the United States.Bai Lang thought so.

"Is it really that good-looking?" Alex, the first mentioner, watched the young man from the East taking pictures around the Sea God Spring with great interest, and couldn't help but ask.

Bai Lang put down the camera and smiled: "Sorry, I kind of like sculpture."

He took a last look at the sculptures in the garden, and said nostalgicly as he walked: "I was interested in these sculptures when I was a member of the Juilliard Orchestra. I always feel that although the sculptures can't speak, But they have been standing here for hundreds of thousands of years... In my heart, it is a bit like a concrete classical music."

Alex thought this was quite interesting, and nodded his head to express his understanding.

Brahms' Fourth Symphony, the last symphony of Brahms' life, revolves around the ancient Greek myth "Oedipus the King".As a performer, in order to better interpret the composer's works, it is necessary to understand the story behind the music.Some excellent symphonic poets even force themselves to fully immerse themselves in the background story in order to reproduce the composer's state of mind.

Alex rubbed his chin: "It's better for you, Julia. Before I graduated, I didn't arrange any decent symphonic poems. But it's true, anyway, it doesn't matter whether there is viola or not, no matter whether it is a symphony or a concerto. come out."

Bai Lang immediately disagreed: "Isn't there "Harold En Italie"? It's a symphony specially composed for the viola."

Behind them, the fourth Titus Anthony had just finished chatting with a blond beauty, but his ears were not idle, and he was able to join the topic naturally: "My dear Bai, you probably don't know, Alex can write Harold's poem from scratch. Score, not a single note is wrong."

Sure enough, Alex looked at him quietly: "Of course, we only have Harold for the viola after all. Unlike violin and cello, there are so many scores that you can't finish practicing."

Bai Lang: "..."

Anthony laughed loudly: "Alex, stop teasing me. You will scare the children from the East."

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Note:

[1] Qi Sinian's handling of Bach is based on the violin god Heifetz (deceased). In my layman's opinion, the old man's Chaconne is perfect.However, experts have mixed opinions on it, and many academic professors even forbid students to refer to Heifetz's playing method.In general, the more authoritative one is Milstein's version.

[2] "HaroldEnItalie": Harold is in Italy.Symphony by composer Berlioz.It is a very rare repertoire specially written for viola, commissioned by violin master Paganini.However, even for this piece, Paganini refused to play it because he was dissatisfied that "the viola solo is not enough to highlight its dominant position".

[3] Vienna Schönbrunn Palace Concert: There really is this concert.Because of the open air, a large number of Vienna residents will gather on the hillside behind to chat and enjoy music. It is an annual festival in Vienna.