Lanshan Concert Hall, a little-known concert hall, is located in a corner of the western suburbs of Yanjing.
The three of them got out of the car and walked towards the door of the concert hall, but there were not many people along the way.
Arriving at the entrance of the concert hall with great interest, Qin Jian looked at the poster posted on the bulletin board and suddenly felt confused.
On the poster, there are five strange-looking foreign old men holding various brass instruments. There is a fat man holding a trumpet, a thin man holding a tuba, and a bearded man holding a trombone bell on his head. The only normal one is
It was the old man holding the French horn who lit the call, but his shining golden front teeth didn't look like an artist.
The side of the poster reads, [Spanish Brass Quintet, Asia Tour, Yanjing Station, Blue Mountain Concert Hall, 19:45]
"Uncle, are we here to see the copper tube show today?" Qin Jian asked doubtfully.
"Ah, I know this ensemble. I saw their rock music concert of Mozart's arrangements on the Internet. It was very good." Duan Ran's voice suddenly covered Qin Jian.
Old Porter directly ignored Qin Jian, looked at Duan Ran and said, "Yes, Duan, the music they adapted has been popular in Europe for a long time."
After a while, the number of people in front of the entrance of the concert hall gradually increased.
"Let's go in."
As the entrance opened, the three people passed the ticket gate one after another.
Judging from the interior, the Blue Mountain Concert Hall is obviously a few grades behind the Zhongshan Concert Hall in terms of interior and structure. The red curtain on the stage makes it look more reminiscent of a small theater.
There were less than ten minutes left before the performance started, and the concert hall with less than 400 seats was probably filled with less than a hundred people, including many children.
19:40.
Two bells rang in the concert hall, but the audience was still noisy.
at this time.
at this time.
A gloomy trumpet sound sounded muffled, and every gorgeous sound carried a strong sense of penetration.
"Bach's Scherzo, is this a trumpet?" Duan Ran asked from the side.
The seats of Qin Jian and three others are in the center of the ninth row, which is the seat with the best acoustic effect.
"Yes, but the sound should be a cornet."
Qin Jian's eyes were fixed on the curtain at this time, and the voice came from behind the curtain.
Porter smiled mysteriously and said nothing.
Gradually, the curtain slowly opened and the trumpet sound became brighter.
What catches the eye is a piano in the center of the stage.
Next to the piano, there was a little old man with brown hair, dressed like a hippie, but standing extremely straight. He wore sunglasses, held an extremely short trumpet in his hand, and carefully moved his fingers on the three protruding keys.
But at this moment, the audience was not quiet because of this. Applause, children's shouts and cheers suddenly sounded.
At this time, the old man on the stage kept raising his free hand toward the audience.
The next second.
The audience's enthusiasm swelled again.
In the interaction between the stage and the audience, a unique classical concert began.
Although there is no golden stage, no quiet auditorium, and even the dress of the performers has nothing to do with classical music.
But Qin Jian knows that in terms of performance alone, this original classical sound is already world-class.
At this moment, a heavy bass humming came from far and near.
"The second voice is here." Qin Jian's eyes lit up.
On the stage, from the open backstage door, a tall and thin old man holding a tuba slowly walked out. The instrument in his hand was like a subwoofer, which brought infinite power to the music.
Then three-part and four-part melody lines also joined in, one voice was loud and the other was thick.
One to the left and one to the right, two performers came out from both sides of the stage again.
As the four people took the stage, the music jumped from cheerful scherzo to full of tranquility and peace.
"Prelude and Fugue in C major."
Duan Ran looked around and saw that many people had already taken out their mobile phones and pointed their photos at the stage, and then he also took out his mobile phone and recorded it.
The prelude is exquisite, integrating purity, tranquility and clarity. The whole work is always filled with an elegant and holy atmosphere, making people feel like they are in a simple and solemn church in the Middle Ages.
Qin Jian listened quietly to this brass ensemble piece modified by Bach's equal temperament, constantly thinking about Old Porter's words in his mind.
At the same time, I really admire the arranger of this piece. By using different parts of brass instruments, each melody line is full of unique color.
This color is completely different from the timbre of a piano, but its core is almost unchanged.
"Bach's music is not only outstanding on the keyboard, you should explore various possibilities more deeply." Old Porter said softly while looking at the stage.
Qin Jian nodded and said for a moment, "Bach's music should not be limited to any one form."
Old Potter smiled when he heard this, "Perhaps we should also add the time and place."
"Time and place?"
Qin Jian's thoughts fell into silence again.
One after another, Bach's special performance.
...
...
21:37.
Outside the concert hall.
"Uncle Potter, aren't you coming with us?"
"No, you can go back, there is still nightlife waiting for me." As he said that, Old Porter waved to the two young people, and then got into a commercial vehicle with several old men from the Spanish Quintet.
"It turns out they really know each other." Duan Ran was dumbfounded as he looked at the speeding car.
"What is the nightlife of a group of old men like?" Qin Jian was a little curious.
"Then you will know if you follow me." Duan Ran turned his head and winked at Qin Jian.
"Forget it."
Qin Jian quickly walked to the side of the road and waved to stop the car, "Let's go too. Are you hungry?"
"hungry."
"What are we eating today?"
Duan Ran thought for a while, "Roast duck, I'm treating you today."
"Huh?" Qin Jian was a little surprised.
"let's go!"
...
Quanjude.
The dishes on the dining table have been served.
Qin Jian could only kill time with his mobile phone.
Ten minutes ago, Duan Ran said that he had not come back since he went to the bathroom, and that he had already eaten four or five pieces of duck skin.
After another ten minutes, Qin Jian became a little anxious and dialed Duan Ran's number directly.
As the phone beeped.
At the corner of the stairs on the second floor, Duan Ran's tall figure appeared, with a delicate box on her left hand.
...
moment.
There is an extra birthday cake on the table, which is made up of several small square cakes.
Looking at the busy girl bent over, Qin Jian didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Thank you."
After lighting eighteen candles, Duan Ran finally sat down, looked at Qin Jian and smiled: "I know it's a little late, so this is all I can do. Make a wish."
"make a wish?"
"Yeah."
Under the candlelight, the girl smiled and nodded, waiting quietly.
moment.
Qin Jian closed his eyes.
Then a soft voice came to my ears, "Happy birthday."