Like doesn't come out of thin air, like really likes you.
Qin Jian liked the architecture of this city, especially when standing in the central square surrounded by Renaissance buildings, it made him feel like he was back in the Middle Ages.
This was something he had never experienced in Warsaw.
There was only one day left tonight and tomorrow on his short journey, and he planned to use this time to find another side of Chopin's music in this ancient city full of classical humanities.
On the night after the interview, Qin Jian toured the night view of the city accompanied by an interpreter.
After a stroll, he returned to the hotel and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 45th floor to browse the entire city from a bird's eye view. He probably understood why the people of Krakow loved Chopin's nocturnes more.
People in Krakow have plenty of reasons to love nocturnes, especially on nights like this.
The genre of nocturne is certainly not a work written for the night.
As a musical genre of the Romantic period, nocturne is usually a short lyrical piece with a tranquil temperament and a contemplative character.
However, no scene can better interpret the nocturne than the scene before Qin Jian.
The moonlight shrouded the entire quiet town, and everything was filled with tranquility.
In the distance, the sculpture in front of the Royal Gate of Vielva holds a sword and scepter, guarding this isolated place like a patron saint of the night.
The stars and the moon shine together, and the night and the moon blend together.
Qin Jian was fascinated by it.
Gradually.
Deep in the night, he seemed to hear a melody theme he had never heard before resounding in his heart.
The uneasy turmoil only flashed for a moment, and then turned into depressive contemplation.
Then, one note after another appeared in his mind, and soon it became an undulating line.
The melody line had a beginning, and then it just developed like this.
At this moment, Qin Jian's pupils suddenly shrank violently. He suppressed the strong ups and downs of his emotions for fear of interrupting the sound lines in his mind.
He realized that he might be visited by the Muse, but he had never prepared for this!
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked around, saw a pen and sticky notes on a shelf nearby, and then took them over.
It's exciting, extremely surprising, and a little uneasy.
He took up his pen and drew a few lines of music.
The orange-red color froze in front of his eyes.
g.
He marked a small g next to the staff.
"It's in G minor, it can't be anything else."
'3/8'
Feeling the rhythm of the melody, he wrote down the time signatures one by one.
After taking a deep breath, the handwriting of the signature pen began to beat rapidly.
The quietness is like clear spring water, and the thoughts are out of control.
The first section, the second section.
First line, second line.
First page, second page.
Page after page of notes fell at Qin Jian's feet by the window.
Qin Jian's forehead was wet, and sweat dripped down his sharp jawline and followed the page.
...
Time passed by, and all that was left in the huge luxurious room was breathing and the occasional humming of a melody, as well as the 'rustling' sound of the pen tip writing that sometimes stopped and sometimes sounded.
Finally, before midnight, there was an ecstatic roar from the window.
Qin Jian was so excited that he didn't even bother to wipe his sweat. He wrote down the last chord and immediately squatted on the ground to arrange the scattered pages.
Five minutes later, look at the rectangle composed of 27 sticky notes.
His first feeling was that of unfamiliarity, as if what he had just experienced was a dream.
But the confusing 84-bar musical score in front of him has been deeply imprinted in his mind.
a long time.
"call----"
Taking a deep breath, Qin Jian took off his shirt and walked into the bathroom.
He needs to calm down.
He really never thought that he would compose a nocturne under such circumstances.
This feels so amazing.
"Maybe that's not quite a nocturne."
Qin Jian hinted to himself, "He still needs polishing and polishing."
Under the moderately warm shower, the fire in his heart was gradually extinguished, replaced by a deep thought.
"Perhaps it is just a personal lyrical piece whose genre is a nocturne."
"Until we dig it out, nothing can be said."
After coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Qin Jian randomly pulled out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.
He, who has never been fond of red wine, had a different taste today.
He stopped thinking about the creation just now until he got tipsy. He went to bed, said good night to Duan Ran and went to sleep.
A night of silence
...
Early the next morning, the moment Qin Jian opened his eyes, he suddenly stood up and crawled to the bed.
When he saw the paper on the ground, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good morning Duan Duan."
"I dreamed last night that you stepped on dog poop."
After sending a voice message to Duan Ran, Qin Jian got up and got out of bed, collected the 27 notes on the floor and stuffed them into the music folder Duan Ran gave him.
He didn't know whether composers would play a new piece of work as soon as possible or take it out the next day, share it with others first, or enjoy it alone.
Qin Jian had no such experience, but his intuition told him that at least the first appearance of this music should not be along the way.
What's more, it's not perfect yet.
Besides, the scenery along the way is good enough.
After cleaning up, Qin Jian changed into casual clothes, wore a hat and a backpack and left the hotel.
Started a solo journey.
.....
Qin Jian spent a whole morning visiting the scenic spots around the Central Square and took more than fifty photos.
The photos include an old German couple riding a white carriage, a saleswoman in a textile museum, and a photo of him and a Labrador in front of a museum.
Passing by the mall, he bought a piece of light yellow amber as a souvenir.
Along the way, the place that impressed him most was a bookstore on the south side of the square.
‘empik’ bookstore.
In the four-story bookstore, Qin Jian received a printed version of the original manuscript of Chopin's First Ballade.
Even though it was just a printed version, it still made him feel precious, at least he had never seen this thing in Hamburg or Salzburg.
At noon, at the invitation of the concert organizer, Qin Jian tasted the Krakow people’s special delicacy ‘Bigos.’
How should I put it, the cold dishes mixed with sauerkraut and various meats are not really delicious to Qin Jian.
But the vodka served as a side dish really surprised him.
"This is cow grass vodka." The translator introduced him.
At the end of lunch, he communicated with the translator and asked the other party to help him buy two boxes of such cow grass vodka and send them to the Huaguo Conservatory of Music.
By the way, he paid the other party an extra 100 euros as a tip. He was very satisfied with the other party's work in the past two days.
...
At 16:30 in the afternoon, Qin Jian and his party were sent to Krakow Airport.
Their next stop is about to begin.
After a flight of 3 hours and 45 minutes, they arrived at Lech Walesa Airport at 20:55.
Gdansk is the largest port city in Poland and the second largest political center in Poland.
It is also the venue for Qin Jian’s next Polish concert after Krakow.
After leaving the airport, this time the special car took him directly to the hotel.
He doesn't need to participate in any activities tonight. He will rehearse Xiao Er with the band at noon tomorrow.