It was the capital of a huge empire in Central Europe in the old days. For hundreds of years, the Habstan family had carefully crafted it, but they could not prevent it from being overshadowed by the rise of modern cities.
Until now, it has only been half-remembered and half-forgotten, remaining in the scraps of European conversation.
However, as the political, cultural and economic center of Austria, it is still the blue crystal on the Danube River.
When talking about Vienna, in addition to the gorgeous palace of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, which is a romantic love story, it is natural to talk about some feelings about music.
The Golden Hall and the New Year's Concert are all the impression labels of this ancient city full of all-encompassing culture.
certainly.
A land famous for its music, Vienna has much more to offer than the Musikverein and the New Year's Concert.
Street performers can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Whether you walk into a noble and elegant restaurant or a frivolous and noisy bar, you can hear his voice in any corner of this city.
...
Vienna time, 6:21 pm.
Hillfield Street.
Located near the Golden Hall, Bristol Lounge.
In the lazy lounge hall, a girl with a buttery painting on the wall is looking quietly at the opposite corner.
An old man playing the piano.
His soft slides and vibratos somewhat lack some of Sibelius's skeletal hardness.
But this does not hinder people's desire to continue listening and find out.
Although there were not many guests in the hall at this time.
There are only two tables.
"Walter is a national violin professor and comes here every Wednesday afternoon to play the violin. You are in good luck today."
Under the woman's silky hair, a pair of narrow eyelashes blinked.
but.
The man sitting opposite her still seemed not interested in this topic. He just smiled politely and nodded at her again, then lowered his head and looked at his phone.
This made her feel a little unhappy.
During the five years of studying abroad in Vienna, she rarely met a fellow countryman in this place, and the other person seemed to be quite agreeable to her.
There was no talk of striking up a conversation, I could only say that I wanted to chat with him.
"Tell me about you, um, are you here to travel?" the woman continued.
"No." The man opened his mouth and said for a moment, "I'm just here to take a look."
The woman burst into laughter and said, "Can you explain the difference?"
"Rich people call it tourism, while poor people only go out for a walk." The man replied.
The woman murmured and repeated the man's words, suddenly finding the man in front of her even more interesting, "Listen to your accent, you're from the north?"
"Yes."
As the man spoke, the phone in his hand lit up again.
He swiped open the phone screen.
Duan Duan Duan Duan: I'll be there soon!!
Let it go: I'll wait for you at the door.
After replying to the message, the man raised his head, looked at the interested woman, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I have to go. We'll talk to you next time when we have a chance."
Without waiting for the woman to respond, he stood up, picked up the suitcase beside him, and left.
Looking at the short glass with only half of the blue liquid left in front of the man's table, the woman suddenly turned around and shouted in the direction of the lounge door.
"When is the next time?!"
The man paused and waved his hand behind his back.
"Next time."
After saying that, he disappeared from the gate.
After the man left, the woman turned around, her face still flushed with disinterest.
She picked up the goblet in front of her and shook it slightly. In the soft light, the scarlet liquid in the wine glass was full of alluring beauty.
"interesting."
At this moment, the woman passed by the window on one side and her eyes were slightly startled.
Diagonally across the road outside the display window, in front of the main entrance of the Imperial Hotel, the figure at the table five minutes ago appeared again.
The man didn't go very far.
moment.
A taxi stopped in front of the hotel.
The next second.
A tall girl stepped out of the car.
The girl looked around and suddenly walked in the direction of the man.
The woman took a sip of the wine in her glass with great interest.
Then, the man reached out and rubbed the girl's head, with a smile on his face.
Another moment.
The man took the luggage from the girl's hand, and the two of them walked into the hotel door in parallel.
"I see."
"What a liar"
The corners of the woman's mouth raised.
“Would poor people stay at the Imperial Hotel?”
Just then, the sound of violins in the lounge stopped.
The woman drank the red wine in her glass, clapped her hands, stood up and walked towards the old man playing the piano.
The old man raised the head of the piano, slightly loosened the E string, then handed the piano in his hand to the woman, and said with a gentle smile in mellow German: "Child, it's time for class."
The woman took the piano and bow with both hands, skillfully positioned herself in the playing position, and struck out a few crisp notes.
He nodded towards the old man.
The old man sat aside.
"Play the competition piece to me first."
The next second.
A powerful high-pitched roar erupted from the woman's hand holding the bow.
...
...
Two hours.
It's not long, it's not long, it's not short, it's short.
When Qin Jian and Duan Ran came out of the gate of the Imperial Hotel again, it was already dark.
The streets of Hilfigli were brightly lit.
Qin Jian's hair looked like it had just been blow-dried.
Duan Ran changed his clothes, put on a light-colored plaid suit jacket, and replaced his skirt with blue straight-leg jeans.
Under the pure white T-shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his pants, at first glance, he could see that he had straight legs.
But the cloth bag in her hand was still the same cloth bag.
"What to eat?"
"Rice noodles."
“Are there any rice noodles around here?”
"I guess not."
"Then I'll check if there are any Chinese restaurants nearby."
"Oh, let's take a look around and decide, okay? Were you not full just now?!"
"The more I eat, the hungrier I get."
"...you really..."
"Why don't you tell me if you're not full?"
"Come on," Duan Ran said, turning around and running away, "Wait for me here."
After a while, he came back carrying a bag.
Then he took out two loaves, one large and one small, from the bag.
"One person at a time, let's go!"
...
It’s not a reunion after a long absence, but it’s true that 33 days have passed since we said goodbye at Tokyo International Airport.
A month later, Qin Jian felt that Duan Ran's hair had grown a little longer, but all he got in exchange was a blank look from the other party.
“Isn’t the hair you just cut yesterday good?”
What can Qin Jian say about this? Probably women's hair can look long or short depending on their mood.
Along Filchery Street, two people munched bread and wandered all the way until they came to a bridge.
Along the way, Qin Jian was particularly interested in the progress of Duan Ranla's Three Concertos.
Duan Ran kept asking questions about the 3+5 college entrance examination mock paper in Qin Jian’s luggage.
"Qin, have you decided to take the college entrance examination?"
"I guess so."
moment.
Duan Ran nodded, pursed his lips and smiled, "I support you."
"Thank you," Qin Jian also smiled, "How about you, how are you preparing?"
"The professional exam will be held on June 15th. If nothing else happens, I will enroll in school in July."
The two of them talked and came to the side of the bridge railing.
Not far away, the Vienna Golden Hall looks particularly gorgeous at night.
"You must be fine."
"whee."
The air seemed to be suddenly stagnant, and there was only the sound of cars coming and going.
The two people climbed side by side on the bridge railing, and neither of them spoke for a while.
"come on."
Qin Jian said, "The road is still long."
a long time.
"If one day I am not happy in France, I will want to go back to China."
Duan Ran said and turned to look at Qin Jian, blinking his eyes.
His expression became serious.
"Qin Jian."
"Will you pick me up at the airport then?"
...
A gust of evening wind blew, causing ripples on the river.