Thirteen Bass

Chapter 17 [17] Don Quixote

I don’t know if it was Bai Lang’s Brahms that inspired Elder Amo. Just as Bai Lang sat down, halfway through his tea, Elder Armor left a sentence to let them take care of themselves, and went to the table by himself. building.

Qi Sinian said that the upstairs is where he usually composes and rests. In this regard, Elder Amo showed an almost domineering persistence. When he was working, he didn't like to be disturbed by anyone, including him. Neither can my two pet dogs.

The Samoyed and Golden Retriever seemed to have gotten used to their master's behavior. When they saw him go upstairs, they wagged their tails and made whimpering noises, and kept pushing Qi Sinian's hand with their wet noses.

Qi Sinian stood up, stroked the furry tops of the two big dogs, and said to Bai Lang: "Let's go for a walk outside, and take Tamino and Pamina out to have fun. The sun is going down, it's your first time here, if you miss it The beautiful sunset at Lane Mountain will surely be regretted for a long time."

Bai Lang was still in a state of excitement, he had many questions he wanted to ask Qi Sinian.

He walked briskly, followed Qi Sinian to the outside, and asked as he walked, "Tamino? Pamina? The hero and heroine of "The Magic Flute"?"

Qi Sinian nodded gently, pointed at the golden retriever: "Tamino."

He rubbed the Samoyed with his tongue sticking out again: "Pamina."

When Samoyed heard his name, he tilted his head and stuck out his pink tongue, turned around happily, and rushed forward.

Qi Sinian smiled slightly: "And to add, Pamina is also a boy."

Bai Lang laughed out loud and said, "It's very cute. It seems that Mr. Amo also likes Mozart very much."

"Opera is one of my teacher's hobbies, and he especially likes The Magic Flute." Qi Sinian replied.

The two were wandering around and heard a long "woo hoo" coming from the direction of the station. After waiting for a long time, they saw the little red train driving out of the woods and slowly disappearing from sight.

That was the last bus down the hill.

The indigo in the sky is gradually diluted, showing a dreamy pink color, which smears the distant mountain peaks with a thin line of red, like the rouge on the cheeks of a shy girl.

At this moment, the temperature on the mountain was only about ten degrees. Bai Lang sat on the exposed rock by the lake, looked at the untouchable Alps in the distance, and the warm lake surface nearby, and took a deep breath of the cool air. .

With a frisbee in his hand, Qi Sinian was playing catch and catch with Pamina, while the golden retriever Tamino was obviously not as active as his brother, so he lay quietly beside Bai Lang, resting his head on the back of his hand.

Not long after, Qi Sinian came over and sat down next to him.

The reflection of the lake surface was printed in Bai Lang's eyes, and he turned his head to look at him: "It really smells like Yearning for Distant Places. VPO should hold the concert here."

Qi Sinian "hmm" for a moment, his eyes lightly fell on his face, and he said with a smile: "Then it's not longing for the distance."

Bai Lang thought for a while and said, "That's right."

Qi Sinian also looked at the vast and magnificent scenery in the distance. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly told him: "Elder wants to arrange Richard Strauss."

They were talking about the beautiful scenery for a second, and Bai Lang naturally thought of the symphonic poem that fit the occasion, and subconsciously approached Qi Sinian: ""Alps"?"

As a result, Qi Sinian shook his head and denied it, and the smile on his face deepened: "Of course "Alps" is very good, but if it's this one, I think Elder won't have a headache looking for the ideal cello. "

When he got closer to Bai Lang, he realized that when Qi Sinian smiled, his eyelashes would tremble slightly, forming a shadow with the deep corners of his eyes, swept away by the setting sun, giving him a gorgeous style that he would never have in normal times.

Bai Lang's heart was pounding.He suddenly had some guesses in his heart: "Is that...?"

"MaestroBai, you've already made Elder Armor so full of praise, can't you believe it?" Qi Sinian raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's not a concerto or chamber music, it's a symphonic poem — "Don Quixote."

Bai Lang was hit with great joy, he immediately got up, startled Tamino and Pamina, the two big dogs stood up and looked at him seriously together.

"Did Elder Armor choose me to play Don Quixote?" He couldn't believe it.

Qi Sinian smiled and nodded: "Not only playing, but also recording. Elder wanted a version of "Don Quixote" that was different from any previous version, and wanted a pure fantasy full of magnificent colors——this It was his dream."

Bai Lang said in a daze, "It sounds a little crazy."

"It's crazy." Qi Sinian said calmly, "So he needs a young cello to bear the romance and enthusiasm of Don Quixote in his fantasy. Bai Lang, you won this opportunity for yourself today."

"Don Quixote" comes from Richard Strauss, who is good at writing esoteric music such as heroes and philosophy.It is the most special symphonic poem in his life, and it describes the life of the absurd down-and-out gentleman Don Quixote described by Cervantes.

Different from other forms of symphonic poems, this piece can almost be regarded as a cello concerto. In addition to the three-pipe orchestra, there is also a solo cello representing Don Quixote.

Even though this symphonic poem is not the best written by Richard Strauss, it brings out the timbre of the cello to the fullest, which is definitely the dream of every cellist in the world.

The sunset at Ryan Mountain was shockingly beautiful, but Bai Lang really wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

Until dusk fell and enveloped the entire mountain, Bai Lang was still a little restless.The lights in the house were a warm orange, and he opened the window a slit to let the cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains refresh his mind.

Here at Elder Armor there are two vacant rooms, each with a balcony extending out, where they will be staying tonight.

Bai Lang sat blankly on the ground in front of the sofa, looked at Pamina who was sticking out his tongue, looked at the other's gentle black eyes, and once again became dazed.

In fact, as Julia's so-called little prince of the cello, it is not that Bai Lang has never participated in classical music production.Reason told him that there was nothing to worry about, because a disc of classical music usually needs to go through a very long preparation process—selection, running-in, and refinement of the music style, all of which require a lot of hard work and time.

However this time is different.

This opportunity was handed over to him by Qi Sinian himself, and it was an affirmation of him.Bai Lang was frightened when he took it, he wanted to finish it beautifully.Maybe after a long, long time, someone will open this disc and find the note on the back: This is the first piece of music recorded by violinist Qi Sinian and celloist Bai Lang. Made by Amo.

Bai Lang's thoughts were flying around, making himself happy.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the quiet group, and dropped three blockbusters in a row.

—he felt he needed to decompress.

Lang: [I'm currently in Salzburg, staying at Erder Amo's house. ]

Lang: [I played Brahms with Montagnana. ]

Lang: [Elder Armor invited me to participate in his "Don Quixote" recording. ]

The musicians who were obsessed with their schedules were silent for a while, and immediately responded frantically. A series of question marks and exclamation marks were swiped, and there were countless @ and modal particles.

Bai Lang checked the messages for a while, and seeing the fuss and wailing in the group, he couldn't help but throw away his phone, laughed and hugged the furry Pamina, and buried his face in the clean and soft dog fur of the Samoyed.

Pamina let out a "squeak", leaving a line of saliva on Bai Lang's face.

Before Bai Lang could react, Tamino, who appeared out of nowhere, made another "snap" sound, leaving a trail of saliva on the other side of his face.

"..."

One person and two dogs happily rolled into a ball.

Qi Sinian came out of the kitchen, smiled at Pamina who was running around the room, and asked Bai Lang, "So happy?"

Bai Lang hugged the Samoyed and looked up at him, saying, "Don't you want the crazy Don Quixote in your fantasy? I'll get into the scene earlier."

Qi Sinian didn't say anything, leaned forward and pulled a tissue, and wiped off the water on his hands.

Only then did Bai Lang realize that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was actually wearing a gray apron.The straps happen to be stuck at the back of the waist, making the shoulders wider and the waist narrower, making it more slender and straight.

Bai Lang stood up and followed the kitchen: "Chief, are you cooking?"

Qi Sinian took out a box of eggs from the refrigerator and said, "Aren't you hungry? You can't buy food on the mountain, so you can only make it yourself."

After all, the two only drank coffee and ate butterfly cakes at noon, and didn't eat anything in the afternoon. They should have been hungry by now.Bai Lang probed his brain and saw Qi Sinian cooking pasta in a pot, blanching tomatoes in hot water, dicing mushrooms, and putting the steak in the oven with salt and pepper wrapped in tin foil. Good at cooking.

Before today, it was hard for Bai Lang to imagine that a musician like your noble son would be busy in the kitchen. His bony fingers could not only produce intoxicating and beautiful timbre, but also make delicious food.

Bai Lang sat on a chair in the open kitchen looking at him with his cheeks resting on his shoulders, and said, "Do you want to learn a sentence of Chinese?"

Qi Sinian turned over the eggs in the non-stick pan and asked, "What Chinese?"

"Go up to the hall and down to the kitchen." Bai Lang said with a smile, "That's what you're talking about."

Qi Sinian raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, feeling embarrassed himself, his ears were hot, he jumped off the chair and went into the kitchen to cover up, "Let me help you."

Qi Sinian picked out a kitchen knife from the cabinet, shook his head and said, "Forget it. Just help me taste it."

"Although I don't know how to cook, I can still help." Bai Lang was dissatisfied, "I come from a country with great food."

"It's almost ready." Qi Sinian cut the vegetables and smiled, and said, "You'd better not move, young man from a big gourmet country. If I hurt my finger, I will only be able to play solo next month."

Hearing his gentle but serious tone, Bai Lang didn't insist anymore, took a spoon to taste the meat sauce in the pot.

Qi Sinian asked him: "Is the taste suitable?"

Bai Lang nodded: "It's very delicious."

"That's good." Qi Sinian poured out the creamy soup from the pot and said, "But this is for Elder, yours is over there."

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, stretched his neck to look to the side, and saw the familiar red bottle of chili sauce, looking squarely at the goddess printed on it.

"Old godmother?" Bai Lang leaned closer, "Why is there an old godmother here? When did you buy it?"

"There is a small Chinese shop in Salzburg. I just had the ingredients delivered and I bought them along the way." Qi Sinian said, "It's a pity that the seasoning is limited. How about some fried noodles?"

Bai Lang was so happy that he nodded immediately: "Okay."

He thought for a while and said, "There's also the beef sauce made by my mother. I brought a jar specially, and I'll get it!"

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Note:

[1] The Magic Flute: Mozart's most famous opera.The most famous of them is the soprano coloratura aria "Flame of Hatred" in the second act. In fact, most people should have heard this piece in various works.A work of genius, quite astonishing.It was also selected as one of the classical music NASA sent into space.