Qin Jian ate rice noodles for the first time at a night stall in a small alley.
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"Thank you for the rice noodles, although they are not very delicious. Good night."
"Ah good night good night."
Two door knocks rang one after another.
23:56.
Qin Jian went into the room and lay down on the bed. He touched his round belly and felt that the rice noodles were really good.
After rubbing his hands, Qin Jian adjusted his mood.
Then he opened Amadeus' last wish again.
"The first time I met Haydn, he was conducting a small chamber music. I have to say that his four-part writing technique surprised me. I sat quietly in the corner behind the orchestra pit and listened to his entire work.
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"After the performance, when he saw me, he was surprised and said, 'Oh, Wolfgang, I really like your work, and I have to say that you are a great musician from Salzburg.'
I was a little embarrassed by such praise, and I said, 'This is my honor, you are a great musician, I am just a trickster.' In front of real musicians, I am pious."
"We hit it off right away. At his home, he showed me a symphony he had just written recently, and I improvised a few pieces on the piano using themes from his works."
"We hardly stopped communicating that night until his servant reminded him that it was daybreak."
"Later in my residence, when I told Beethoven this passage, the little Bonn man laughed and said that this day should be called "Haydn Mozart Night."
Sure enough, Beethoven and Mozart also have some kind of connection.
Qin Jian sighed for a moment, what would it be like for three giants from the glorious classical period to sit together and talk about music?
Sighing, Qin Jian changed his posture and continued reading.
"Just like that, not long after, I held my first concert in Vienna, which attracted everyone's attention. It was different from Paris, Italy, and Mannheim, Germany. This time, I believe that the Lord has really favored me.
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"Since then, I have truly integrated into the upper class society of the nobility. I have a constant flow of customers every day. Even the sister of His Majesty Francis I wants to learn piano from me. This gives me a headache. I don't like that woman with freckles on her face.
Good Salile helped me solve this problem. He helped me ask Your Majesty to stop the princess's idea. Now that I think about it, he is really a good friend of mine."
this......
Sure enough, he is a person with a brilliant mind. What happened to his face covered with freckles?
Let’s call him frank for now.
"In the days that followed, I got to know more and more people, and wrote three symphonies, three diversions, three piano sonatas, two arias, one mass, and countless others.
I didn’t write it down, but that doesn’t matter. Composing is as simple as breathing to me, and I seem to have discovered something new to do.”
"I found that the Viennese operas were sung in Italian, which made me reflect on whether the brains of German and Austrian musicians were almost rotten. I asked Your Majesty if our operas could be written in German.
What I didn't expect was that my move was opposed by all the Viennese musicians, including even my loyal friend Salile."
"It made me feel sad. At that time, I just felt like life was blurry, 'Devon, Devan, please,' I prayed like this in my head all day long because I had found the most wonderful lyrics."
"In the end, I was moved by His Majesty's kindness. He overcame all objections and gave me a chance. Salile told me this. My good friend always brings me hope like this."
"Thus, the premiere of the opera "Escape from the Harem" ushered in a new opera era in Vienna. At the same time, that day, I also gained my love, true love."
"She's like an elf."
"With the longing for love, I wrote the music for two pianos in D major k488."
"I call it Mozart's journey. In the unimaginable dark times in the future, she will be all my light and comfort."
"This is something."
"Let's finish it first."
At the moment Qin Jian's eyes fell on the last sentence.
The white light flashed before his eyes again.
The scores for the two parts of the double piano in D major appear on the left and right respectively. They are still written in handwriting and exude a faint luster.
Qin Jian tried to continue reading, but unfortunately, the page stopped here again.
"call."
The second movement ended, and Qin Jian sighed lightly, "It is said that Mozart's private life was extremely musical and colorful."
"I didn't expect that the sensational Escape from the Harem was created by him under such a background." Qin Jian once again flipped through the second half of the second chapter. "As a musician, this period is indeed a glorious time."
‘In the unimaginable darkness of the future’.
Seeing this again, Qin Jian felt an urgent desire. He really wanted to know what happened in the future in the following words.
And what is the relationship between Salile and Mozart's death, and what is going on with the Man in Black and the Requiem mentioned in the introduction...
'Please finish it first.'
"This chapter is broken."
Qin Jian complained softly.
"And with two pianos, you can't let me play two parts by myself."
His eyes finally fell on the two pieces of music. Qin Jian couldn't help but look at the wall next door. Duan Ran had become the number one coolie in his mind.
After closing the space, Qin Jian felt that the room was a bit dull, so he opened the door and walked around in the hall.
Regarding the sudden state in the afternoon, he felt pretty good. The practice effect of k545 was better than he originally expected, so another sonata by Mozart was settled.
"Keep the same condition in the afternoon, and I think I can win it in about a week."
"I have to keep up with the etudes starting tomorrow."
To a certain extent, the feeling of playing Mozart is the most important, while playing Chopin requires real practice.
As for the concerto, it seems that until K488 is completed to some extent, we cannot count on Mozart’s guidance.
As time passed, Qin Jian, who was wandering in the hall, still felt a sense of depression in his heart.
I randomly found a piano and sat down, and the Qin Jian player started playing, from Winter Wind to Pathétique III, from Girl in the Garden to the Presto movement in F minor.
As the whole hall switched tunes one after another, his eyes kept looking at the white oil paintings on the wall indifferently, and his thoughts flowed freely with his fingers. No one knew what he was thinking in his mind at this time.
Gradually, the music became calmer and quieter.
a long time.
Qin Jian gently put away his hands, turned and walked towards his hut.
The sixth day of the Lunar New Year ended peacefully.
And his unknown journey is actually getting closer.
Without realizing it, time passed quietly while practicing piano, eating, and sleeping.