Thirteen Bass

Connecting to the balcony is a small door, a glass sliding door, which is not locked.Bai Lang unscrewed the door and walked out.

Unlike the sizzling heat inside, the air outside had completely cooled down. Bai Lang was only wearing a shirt, and couldn't help shivering.He thought to himself, the temperature difference in Vienna is really quite big.

The balcony was not big, Qi Sinian leaned on the railing and looked at Bai Lang quietly, but did not speak.

Bai Lang brought over the lemonade: "Chief, have you drank too much?"

Qi Sinian said lightly "Yes", "A little bit."

He took the lemonade and didn't seem to want to drink it. He just took a sip politely, turned his eyes around Bai Lang, and said, "Go in, you don't wear too much. Be careful of catching a cold."

Bai Lang tugged at his clothes and said, "I'm not cold, it's summer now."

Qi Sinian didn't insist, turned around, put the cup on the top of the railing, and smiled: "That's right. You're still young."

Bai Lang immediately said, "You're not old either."

While talking, another figure passed by the window, and Bai Lang could feel several gazes coming from the window intentionally or unintentionally.He suddenly realized that Qi Sinian hid here alone because he didn't want to be disturbed.With so many people present, it's impossible that no one paid attention to Qi Sinian, but he was the only one who foolishly came here to make trouble, it was simply rude.

Bai Lang, who was immersed in emotions, finally woke up. He was so annoyed that he lowered his head and said softly, "I'm just here to deliver a glass of lemonade, so I won't bother you."

He turned his head to leave, but heard very light footsteps, Qi Sinian stepped back from the railing to the corner, which was blocked by curtains, and it was a blind spot that no one could see.

Qi Sinian's voice was very deep: "If you have nothing to do, come and talk to me."

Bai Lang was taken aback for a moment, and walked to Qi Sinian's side.

It was already dark.The crowd gradually dispersed, and the huge Schönbrunn Palace turned into a dark castle again. Only melodious waltz tunes could be heard from the door behind them, blowing with the gentle night wind.Not far away is a stretch of rolling hills, looking along the black outline, overlooking the brightly lit streets of Vienna city.

In the night sky, there are two figures.

Bai Lang actually had a lot to say, but his heart was sore, so after thinking about it, he kept quiet.

Qi Sinian leaned on the stone bricks of the terrace, was looking at him, and suddenly smiled: "Why are your eyes swollen?"

Bai Lang said "Huh?", and subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his eyes. When his fingertips touched his skin, he realized that it was probably because he was crying like an idiot while sitting under the stage.

He was ashamed to explain this, so he could only pretend to be dazed. Fortunately, Qi Sinian seemed to just mention it casually, without really intending to get to the bottom of it.

In just a short while, someone in the house noticed that Qi Sinian had disappeared from the window. A middle-aged man walked towards here with a wine glass, and stopped by the door to look at the balcony.

Bai Lang vaguely remembered that this person was a certain music producer.He also hid behind the curtain and said, "Chief, many people are looking for you."

"It's dark, and the glass is reflective, so we can't see us clearly from inside." Qi Sinian said, glanced towards the door, and then whispered to himself, "It's too much to just talk about work in such a beautiful night." Disappointed."

Bai Lang turned to look at him: "I thought they came to you to talk about music."

"Talking about music with some people is a kind of enjoyment, while talking with others is a kind of entertainment." Qi Sinian seemed to be a little drunk, and his eyes were slightly closed. Only when Bai Lang spoke, he Will make a listening attitude.

Hearing this, Bai Lang wanted to ask which one he was, but Qi Sinian quickly gave him the answer: "After all, this is the Schönbrunn Palace where free souls are bred, and we should talk about Yearning for Distant Places."

"Yearning for Distant Places..." Bai Lang repeated in a low voice, "This topic is about Princess Sissi, right?"

The famous princess, beloved by her husband, King Joseph, was not happy.She loved freedom all her life and hated the shackles of the royal family. In the end, she was killed by an assassin while traveling. The last sentence she left was "No matter how far you go, no matter what happens, you must take care of your soul".

——It happens to fit the theme of this concert.

As the emotional climax of the whole concert, Qi Sinian made his left hand very clean and neat, and his right hand deliberately highlighted the bright eight-section variation theme. Paganini's devil movement has been reborn, and it is no longer a difficult show of skill. , the sound of the piano is different, and the notes float into the clouds.

Qi Sinian nodded with a smile, Bai Lang tasted it for a while, and sighed: "Before today, I thought your Paganini should be a magnificent palace, singing nightingales and blooming roses. I really never thought One day you will be able to hear the mountains, the wind and snow, and the vast expanse of the Alps from Paganini.”

Qi Sinian raised his eyes upon hearing the words: "That's what Princess Sissi yearns for all her life. It's really a bit reluctant to use Paganini to present it, but VPO needs a Paganini."

He clicked to stop, but Bai Lang understood it.The development of classical music is not easy, and a veteran orchestra like VPO, which has existed for a hundred years, is in an embarrassing situation.In order to make profits, the operation frequently sets up film adaptation tracks in concerts. While expanding the audience, it will also anger some audiences who really love Baroque classical music.So VPO is in urgent need of a quality test, preferably a track that is amazing enough.They chose to cooperate with Qi Sinian to perform Paganini with great stage effects.

Bai Lang nodded: "VPO is looking for you, it is really the most sensible choice in the world. After all, I can't think of any performer who can play Paganini with a feeling of freedom and distance." After finishing speaking, he himself Feeling a bit like a fan of brains, I couldn't help laughing.

Qi Sinian smiled slightly, with a slightly drunken tone: "No matter how good a performer is, he must have an audience who can understand and give feedback, otherwise this road will be too lonely."

Bai Lang caught some heavy meaning in these words.He thought for a while and said, "You have a lot of fans. They all like you and your music."

"Really?" Qi Sinian turned his head, looked at the mountains lying prone in the darkness and was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you ever been to the Alps?"

Bai Lang shook his head.

Qi Sinian continued: "You are also a performer, so you should know about music signals and synaesthesia. The same music presents different wavelengths in different people's minds. Whether it is the rose in the dark night or the morning sun in the Alps is largely irrelevant. It is not something that people can decide for themselves. It is not easy to meet fellow travelers on this road.”

Bai Lang's breathing stagnated, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Qi Sinian.Qi Sinian was standing a little higher than him, and Bai Lang had to raise his head slightly to see his eyes clearly.

Qi Sinian picked up the lemon soda, took another sip, and looked at Bai Lang quietly.

There is a kind of magical power in him, even the sudden silence can make people feel unhurried.

Bai Lang seemed to have received some kind of encouragement, so he couldn't help asking: "Chief, can I have the honor to be your companion?"

Qi Sinian seemed to want to answer something, but at this moment, the two of them heard a soft "click" at the same time. If Bai Lang hadn't held his breath, he probably wouldn't have heard such a sound.

Someone pressed the doorknob, but when Bai Lang came in, he locked the door, and the door was not opened.

The conversation was interrupted, Qi Sinian frowned, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Lang's arm, dragging him to the farthest corner of the balcony.

Bai Lang was completely next to him, his shoulders tightly pressed against Qi Sinian's arm.

They were so close that Bai Lang could almost smell the faint smell of red wine on Qi Sinian's body.In the humid cold wind of summer night, the thin clothes can't resist each other's scorching body temperature.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bai Lang seemed to hear Qi Sinian laughing lowly, and the body that was close to him vibrated slightly.

Bai Lang opened his mouth, but the man by the door didn't seem to give up yet, he fiddled with it again, and the doorknob made a few clicking sounds.

Qi Sinian stretched out his index finger to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Shhh—you'll be found out."

It was obviously no big deal, they were just chatting on the terrace, they didn't even talk about anything other than music, but Bai Lang's heart was beating non-stop at this moment.