"This is also shown in all his creations, with true joy when he is happy, and full of pain when he is painful, without any impurities."
"His works will never think about the complexity and cumbersomeness behind it."
Saev was silent for a moment, "Indeed, the theme structure was indeed simplified in your second movement just now, so can I infer from this that you distinguished his music from his life?"
Qin Jian said: "This is exactly where his innocence lies."
At this moment, Sayevi was a little moved when he looked at the smiling young man in front of him.
....
The conversation with Sayevi about Mozart did not last long, and the chat time was only half gone, and it ended in a hurry.
Qin Jian originally wanted to talk to the elderly about the precautions during the recording process, but now he can only send it to the next time.
"You made some interesting points, and I think I need to go back and do my homework."
Before Sayevi left, he made an appointment with Qin Jian to meet him at the recording hall at 9:30 the morning after tomorrow, and he would bring the orchestra to him.
This made Qin Jian look forward to it. The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, one of the five top symphony orchestras in the world, is an orchestra that countless performers are looking forward to working with.
I don't know if there will be some different sparks when it is possible.
"Paul, thank you for your hard work today."
"You're welcome, Mr. Qin Jian, this is my job."
"Then let's see you the morning after tomorrow."
"Do you have any travel arrangements tomorrow? I can accompany you."
"No, I want to go around the neighborhood by myself."
They left each other's phone number. Qin Jian suddenly turned around and asked when he was about to leave.
"Paul, do you know the Tongji Society?"
"I don't know much about this, but if you have time, you can go to the south, where there is a very famous memorial hall."
"OK, thanks."
After leaving the headquarters of DG Company, Qin Jian called Old Porter. The other party seemed to be having an interesting party. He politely refused the invitation from the party. He walked around the nearby streets.
Round after circle.
Follow the customs of the countryside.
It was already past supper time, so he walked into a burger restaurant and ordered a signature sheep cheese arugula burger and a portion of French fries.
Outside the show window.
It is also the night view of the city in the evening of a foreign country, not like the colorful lights of Tokyo, nor the elegant and dignified Vienna.
Inside the window.
Qin Jian quietly chewed the burger in his hand.
The bitter arugula, the weird sheep cheese, the freshly fried beef patty that you can see bloody when you bite it. All of this was enough to put down the burger in his hand.
But he didn't seem to care about these things and quickly finished half of them.
The lonely French fries box in front of me also seemed lonely. As long as he didn't reach out, the box would not move.
This time no one went to grab the food in the box with him again.
Suddenly, he felt full.
He put down half of the burger in his hand and stood up and left.
At the entrance of the hotel, Qin Jian hesitated for a moment, then bought a handbag of beer and went upstairs.
He thought it would help him sleep tonight, and the interesting thing was that he never thought that he would one day think of falling asleep with the help of alcohol.
Back in the room, Qin Jian took a shower.
After coming out of the bathroom, he opened the WeChat chat page, but found nothing, and crossed the page casually
Then I turned on the mobile phone player, selected a piano song, and threw the phone onto the bed.
Accompanied by Qingman's music, he packed up his luggage and hung his clothes to the cloakroom one by one.
He brought two sets of dresses, but he had not decided which one to wear at that time.
Gradually, the box came to the bottom. At the bottom of the box, there were two packs of plastic-encapsulated rice noodles.
These two packs of rice noodles have been placed in his box for a long time.
Holding the plastic packaging bag, Qin Jian's thoughts returned to a certain moment.
...
"Would you like to help? Two songs."
"What can I get?"
"A bowl of rice noodles."
"make a deal."
...
After a long time, Qin Jian sighed and placed two packs of rice noodles next to the watch on the bedside table.
After packing his luggage and putting away his suitcase, he felt that he had nothing to do.
At 10:17, he sat down by the window with beer.
A familiar scene last time was in Tokyo, where he was holding plum wine in his hand.
The towering building with industrial atmosphere outside the window is like a huge steel cage.
Looking closely, it creates a sense of psychological oppression.
Qin Jian didn't want to watch it again.
Retracting his gaze, he felt that the warm light in the room was a little burning, so he turned off the light.
With the dark moonlight outside the window, he sat beside the bed and poured alcohol into his throat one bottle after another.
An hour passed, and he seemed to be more awake as he drank, which made him feel a little distressed.
The piano music on the bed phone was played randomly and never interrupted by anything.
With the end of a song Mazuka, the music jumps to Norma's memories.
Intricate chords, ups and downs.
Liszt seemed to write Qin Jian’s emotions at this moment.
In his impression, Duan Ran's performance was like this, with perseverance in the music and explosive power to break through all obstacles.
Qin Jian put down the bottle of wine in his hand and stood up gently.
He closed his eyes and raised his arms as if someone was sitting beside her playing.
He waved his hands as a conductor stuck to the rhythm of the music.
The music is beating non-stop, after a gorgeous set of chords ends.
The endless waves of steel sounds arranged the entire room into a sea of sounds. Qin Jian was in the center, shook his head, and danced his arms like he was venting.
Next second.
Just when the climax of the music is approaching
Sudden.
The music was interrupted and the room suddenly became quiet.
There were sounds of cars coming from the street outside the window.
The battery power of the mobile phone on the bed has been exhausted and it has been turned off automatically.
Looking at this scene, Qin Jian kept his hands raised high and smiled dejectedly.
Then he lowered his arms.
Just as he turned around and picked up the bottle, a sound of a light knock on the door came from behind him.
"Dong!"
His body shook.
Turn your head again.
His eyes passed through the darkness and stared into the direction of the door.
About ten seconds passed, about half a minute passed.
No more movement outside the door,
He shook his head, "It's probably an illusion."
"Dong"
However, another gentle knock on the door came.
This time, Qin Jian was sure that he had heard it correctly.
Turn on the lights, and the dazzling light illuminated the room instantly.
With the light, the knocks outside the door became increasingly dense and louder.
"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!!!"
Qin Jian accelerated his pace.
The moment his hand held the door handle, the violent knock on the door made his palm numb.
He felt as if there was a sign in his heart, and he unscrewed the door handle.
The moment the door was pulled open.
Looking at the thin figure with small fists outside the door, Qin Jian's vision gradually blurred for some reason.
The figure in front of me seemed to have taken a step forward in the blur.