Duan Ran waved a beautifully packaged quill pen in front of his eyes, "Isn't it surprising?"
Qin Jian nodded without looking away from the word 'Morazt' printed on the package, "Where did you meet it?"
"It's right there," Duan Ran turned around and pointed at a small building with a red tile spire not far behind him and said, "There are many other good things in there."
"Let's go and have a look." Qin Jian became interested.
...
When we arrived in Salzburg, the music festival had already entered its second half.
Qin Jian did not catch up with an event called the ‘Music Fans Market’, so he missed out on many good things.
For example, Duan Ran just found this imitation Mozart quill pen. It is said that Mozart used this pen to write six early sets of concertos.
There is no need to go into the authenticity of this statement, but it is well known that Mozart liked to compose music with a quill.
At this market, music lovers can buy some music festival peripheral items.
During the music festival, the entire Salzburg becomes a sea of Mozart's music, with various Mozart works performed in every corner every day.
Different from the serious and elegant feeling of sitting in the Golden Hall of Vienna
Mozart in Salzburg was simply too casual. The performer would start from any place in the score, and would suddenly stop with a cheer from the crowd, and then start another piece.
This made Qin Jian a little confused.
Until one evening, he and Duan Ran came to a tavern called "Werfen".
A very famous tavern, rumored to be the place where Mozart often got hungover in his early years.
It's also where he often shows off himself.
The tavern is very lively and the furnishings still retain the old style from hundreds of years ago.
It gives people a strong sense of immersion, like returning to a certain era.
Many people gathered around a small counter with beers in their hands, and tourists and locals could be distinguished at a glance.
Qin Jian remembers clearly that in front of the simple upright piano on the stage, an old woman wearing an exaggerated headscarf was playing the third movement of the K331 Sonata, the famous Turkish march.
This world-famous piece has a special rhythm under the hands of a seemingly ordinary old man. Just when Qin Jian was still thinking about how she played it, suddenly there was a shout from the crowd, and then the old woman's fingertips
Shake, the music instantly changed from k331 to the slow movement of k330. Soon there was another shout from the crowd, and the music changed again, and the allegro movement of k545 came out.
After the old woman came off the stage, a young blond man came up and sat in front of the piano.
The same situation happened again.
With strong curiosity, after ordering two glasses of barley wine, Qin Jian learned from the waiter that this was an important game at the Salzburg Music Festival.
Everyone can participate, whether locals or tourists.
In five minutes, see who can play the most Mozart pieces.
At the end of the event, the winner will receive a wig and a beer.
With the waiter's continued introduction, Qin Jian finally learned that the history of this game has lasted for more than two hundred years.
The person who invented this game was Mozart.
In his early years, before Mozart went to Vienna, he was already famous throughout Salzburg, and his name as a child prodigy was well known to every household.
Among them, the most amazing thing is his improvisational ability.
In this small bar, little Mozart made a bet with the bar owner that he could write 10 different pieces of music in five minutes. The owner should make a bet and give him a large glass of beer if he could complete it.
If he couldn't finish it, he would write a complete song and give it to himself.
Naturally, the boss lost. In three minutes and seven seconds, Mozart completed ten pieces of music. Not only did he win a large glass of beer, but he also took away the boss's wig when he left.
But the next day, little Mozart sent a servant to deliver a complete piece of music.
The boss took the sheet music and took a closer look. Isn't this piece just the ten pieces of Mozart's deformed music last night put together? He couldn't laugh or cry at the moment.
While I secretly knew that the other party was cunning, I also had to admire the other party's talent.
In five minutes, I actually wrote a song.
A famous sonata known as k284.
After listening to these two stories, Qin Jian felt that this tavern became more friendly.
He was almost the same person as the Mozart he knew. When he arrived in Vienna, even after getting a palace position, he still maintained his enthusiasm for hanging out in bars.
Sitting in the kitsch rouge smell, he amused everyone in front of the piano with his improvisational talent.
Later, Uncle Pei publicly stated that his improvisational ability was not as good as Mozart's.
Mozart's ability to improvise was the best in Vienna at that time.
But later on, this kind of fun turned into a kind of work forced to make a living.
"Everything is unpredictable."
That sentence seemed to appear before my eyes again.
Qin Jian quickly drank the ale in the cup. After drinking a glass of high-altitude beer, his thoughts became even more boundless.
moment.
He took out a tip of ten euros and handed it to the waiter. Under Duan Ran Jingyi's gaze, he took off his coat, took off his watch, and walked towards the upright piano that was said to be more than 200 years old.
"I'm going to win a beer."
Even though he was sitting in Salzburg and playing Mozart in the place where Mozart once played, Qin Jian didn't feel timid at all.
As the Romans do in the countryside, under the eyes of everyone with great interest, Qin Jian raised his hand and played the melody of the Ran part in K521.
As soon as the sound of the piano came out, everyone who knew what was good or not was shocked.
You can tell amateurs and professionals at a glance.
If you ask Qin Jian whose works he is best at playing now, the answer must be Mozart without any controversy.
moment.
The first shout sounded.
Qin Jian raised the corner of his mouth in a subordinate chord, using the existing rhythmic sound pattern as the core material, using extended techniques to reversely progress the two outer voices step by step, and then calmly entered the next piece of music.
When the second movement of K331 appeared, no one noticed it.
You can tell what is professional and professional at the first glance.
At this moment, the knowledgeable people were somewhat cheered up. The connection method just now was so clever that it was beyond their scope of cognition.
The second shout came again.
K331 slips smoothly out of tune on the main chord, falling into the trap-like cadenza of the third movement of K491.
The third shout.
The fourth cry.
...
Qin Jian couldn't remember how many shouts he heard that night, nor how much he drank. He only remembered that when Duan Ran helped him out of the bar, there was a wig on his head.
It seemed that he had personally experienced a corner of Mozart's nightlife, and he felt that he had gained a lot.
The same work also has a different style when it is changed from a golden stage to a simple tavern.
Elegance and vulgarity were not among Mozart's distinctions.
That was their third day in Salzburg.
A place that can be visited in one day on foot, Qin Jian spent four days visiting every corner of the city.
On the fourth day, they left the city.
Heading towards the Kapujinna Peak, three thousand meters outside the city.
There are green mountain pastures there.
There are lush green forests.
There are beautiful mountains for dinner.
There are footprints left by Mozart
...
...
Qin Jian was very satisfied when he came out of the small building with red tiles.
"We should go back."
Duan Ran looked at his watch and said with a smile, "It's your turn to cook tonight."
"That's right."
The two bought some meat and vegetables and took a local tour bus out of the city at 6 p.m.
Forty minutes later, the tour bus stopped at a pasture in the Kapujinna Mountains.
There is a small wooden house on the mountainside on one side of the pasture.
The house doesn't look big from a distance.
The two held hands and walked toward the mountainside.
"I'll practice the piano after dinner, and you can continue writing the score. We won't talk for two hours, okay?"