Thirteen Bass

Chapter 11 [11] Adagio

Bai Lang wobbled back to the room, constantly doing mental construction for himself.

It's no big deal, anyway, Qi Sinian will never know that his eyes are swollen from crying because of listening to his performance.This is really not the reaction a mature player would make, and it seems a bit weak and naive.

But if it brings him one step closer to his idol because of this, it will be worth it anyway.

Bai Lang thought firmly.

Today's Qi Sinian is a bit different from the usual ones, but Bai Lang doesn't know what kind of person Qi Sinian is and whether he has such a proper gentleness towards everyone.Sometimes he would feel that Qi Sinian was very indifferent to others, but he was especially nice to himself.But he was afraid that it was just his self-indulgence, maybe Qi Sinian was just thinking about being Chinese, or because of Fried's face?

In the past twenty years of his life, Bai Lang has never experienced such a mood of worrying about gains and losses.

With jet lag and violent mood swings, Bai Lang thought he would definitely suffer from insomnia that night, but he didn't expect to fall into a deep sleep not long after touching the pillow.

He had a dream.

Still a familiar dream.The clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows are dyed mint green by sunlight, and the light from the crack of the door flows like molten gold.

The difference from the past is that in the dream, he stretched out his hand, pressed the doorknob, and walked into the piano room.

The location is switched rapidly in the illusion, and the light is sometimes dazzling, and sometimes turns into a cool moonlight.

The handsome man leaned on the railing and looked at him quietly smiling. He walked over slowly and stood in front of the man, where he could touch it with his hand.

Bai Lang called him: "Chief."

There was no one around, so Qi Sinian held out his hand to him.

He was very nervous, and he heard someone's voice behind him getting closer and closer.His hand was grabbed suddenly, and then he fell forward into an embrace that smelled of red wine.

"Bai Lang." A pleasant voice came from above his head, "Why are your eyes so swollen?"

"..."

Bai Lang was woken up by himself.He lay on the bed, and it took him a long time to realize that he had such an outrageous dream.He lay looking at the ceiling for a long time, turned over sullenly, and picked up the phone from the pillow.

The breathing light of the mobile phone flickers, and 99+ messages appear in the group, all of which are crazy @his.

Lang: [? ]

JT: [My little Lang is finally up. ]

Ann: [It's six o'clock in Vienna, Lang, you have an admirable schedule. ]

Lang: [Isn't it midnight in North America, why are you all awake. ]

JT: [Because we want to watch the global live broadcast of the Schönbrunn Palace concert. ]

Lang: [Oh, yes, almost forgot.Because I don’t have to squat live now, I watched it live (smile)]

JT: […]

Satou: […]

Singer: [We've all seen you. ]

Lara: [In the middle of the first row, a lot of shots are brought to you. ]

Ann: [The location of the boss. ]

Singer: [Love in a dream. ]

Satou: [A ticket arranged by Group E? Is Group E treated so well?Is it too late for me to submit my resume now? ]

Lang: [Ah, my ticket was given by Sean Chyi. ]

JT: [? ]

Satou: [? ]

An: [You two have such a good relationship so quickly? ]

Singer: [...As expected of Lang. ]

Bai Lang turned over, raised his phone, and quickly tapped his fingers on the phone screen.

Lang: [The chief person is really gentle and treats me very well. ]

Lang: [He personally picked me up at the airport, took me to eat delicious food in Vienna, and gave me concert tickets. ]

He lay on the soft pillow and looked at the few lines he had typed, giggling.This kind of happiness that someone can share made his hazy mood suddenly clear, and he couldn't help but want to show off.

Lang: [Also, although it has not been finalized yet, you can pay attention to the broadcast of the Venice Music Festival. I will cooperate with the chief, duo. ]

JT: [! ! ! ]

Satou: [! ! ! ]

Ann: [Now I can understand why Lang sat in the audience and cried. ]

Lara: [And crying so heartbreakingly. ]

Singer: [The eyes are full of great enthusiasm for music, which hits us across the screen. ]

Singer: [Understandable.After all, Sean Chyi's performance is so exciting. If I can cooperate with such a master once, or as a duet, I will cry too. ]

Bai Lang's smile stopped unexpectedly.

How did he forget...

This is a global live broadcast!Eight high-definition cameras on site!

Lang: [...Damn it! ]

JT: [Although I don't understand Chinese, I know that these two characters are mysterious spells from the great eastern country. ]

Satou: [Damn it!Fuck!Fuck! ]

Satou: [I hope I can also play a duet with my idol in my lifetime, amen! ]

Lang: […]

Although Bai Lang didn't think that Qi Sinian would have time to watch the recording of the Schönbrunn Palace concert repeatedly, he still tossed and turned, feeling awkward in his heart for a long time, fearing that he would lose control of his embarrassing expression when he saw Qi Sinian again.

However, this was obviously overwhelmed, because he couldn't see Qi Sinian for the next two or three days.

Only then did he discover that, apart from Group E, the two of them actually had no intersection.Bai Lang didn't even have Qi Sinian's contact information.Just being in the same hotel gave him the illusion that they were already close.

Bai Lang went to knock on Qi Sinian's door, but there was no one in the room.

He lazily withdrew his hand, thinking, Qi Sinian was so busy, he wouldn't have stayed in Vienna all the time.Maybe he went back to Zurich, or went to Berlin, but he didn't intend to tell me.

——Where did he go, there is no reason to tell you, Bai Lang.

Bai Lang suddenly realized that he didn't know anyone in Europe except Qi Sinian.

Fortunately, for Bai Lang, who left home to study since childhood, this kind of loneliness is all too familiar.At this time, music turns into a gentle medicine, soothing every inch of uneasiness in the hearts of young people bit by bit.

Anyway, the chief said he would take me to Salzburg.He will always come back.

Bai Lang thought so.

Qi Sinian's absence happened to be convenient for Bai Lang to use the piano practice room on the top floor at will. He buried himself in the piano room conscientiously, and beat Mahler every day.When he broke several strings, his mobile phone rang suddenly, and the smooth and melodious sound of the violin filled the whole space in an instant.

It was the ringtone that Bai Lang had just put on, from Qi Sinian's Paganini No.24 Capriccio.

Bai Lang picked up the phone, and Qi Sinian's voice came from the receiver: "In a bad mood?"

Bai Lang was stunned for a while before he could react.

He stood up instinctively, trying to control his voice from being too excited: "It's good. Why do you ask?"

On the phone, Qi Sinian's voice seemed to be carrying a layer of electricity, which was low and pleasant: "Because Maestro Bai's piano sounds different from the past."

Bai Lang turned his gaze around, walked to the window and looked down: "What's the difference?"

Sure enough, Qi Sinian stood on the balcony on the lower floor, looked up at him with a smile, "I seem to recognize the smell of Klagend in the fourth movement Adagio. It's probably because...you check, the G string is It's not about breaking."

Bai Lang immediately turned his head to look at his own cello. As expected, the G string was a little loose.He couldn't help sighing, and said: "I tried to join the hidden program here, but I didn't adjust the intensity properly. Mahler is really too difficult."

"It's really not easy." Qi Sinian nodded.

The place where Qi Sinian was standing was a free bar in a hotel, which was covered with various small flowers. Bai Lang leaned out half of his body, and happened to meet Qi Sinian's gaze.Because Qi Sinian was facing the sun with his head up, his brows and eyes stretched indescribably, and his jaw line was particularly sharp, reflecting the blooming flowers around him, he seemed to have a unique temperament.

Bai Lang's heart beat faster.

"Chief." Bai Lang smiled uncontrollably, his eyes curved, "Are you back?"

Qi Sinian tilted his head slightly to look at him.The distance between the two is actually not far, and they can hear each other if they are a little louder, but Qi Sinian did not hang up the phone, but instead held the phone in a relaxed posture and said, "I've kept you waiting for a long time. Clean up Pack up, we can go."

Bai Lang grabbed the phone tightly: "Okay!"

Qi Sinian smiled again, and said, "Stop practicing today, take a good rest. Try to liberate your emotions from Marler and change your mood."

Bai Lang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of his words: "The repertoire for the duet has been decided?"

"We still need to communicate with Venice." Qi Sinian was gentle and joked, "But no matter what, it's definitely not a song that will make you break the G string."

Hearing this, Bai Lang laughed out of embarrassment.

The author says:

Note:

Klagend, hiddenprogram: They are all characters used to mark emotional color and performance skills in symphony scores.I don't know how to translate it, so I wrote it directly.

We are leaving Vienna.

The delicacies and beautiful scenery that appear in the article are basically experienced personally, and the level is limited. It is really difficult to write its original appearance, so I sorted out some photos and posted them on Weibo. If you are interested, you can take a look.Keywords can be searched for Vienna.