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891. Inspiration: Drugs Are Not Good Medicine

Duan Ran's heart trembled, and he quickly picked up the phone, and opened the new messages uncontrollably with his slender index finger.

Looking at the dialog page that popped up, she suddenly collapsed on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, this guy is really~"

The new information is a screenshot of an online ticket purchase.

Qin Jian's itinerary for tomorrow is clearly written on it, from Vienna to Paris.

Then another text message came, "I'm really sorry this time. See you at the airport tomorrow night."

Duan Ran raised his eyebrows and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"call--"

Then a small evil smile appeared on his lips.

She Qin Jian replied, 'I'm sorry, dear.'

moment.

Husband: Huh? What are you doing?

Duan: Actually, I am also in Vienna now.

Husband: Naughty

Duan: Really!

Husband: Then tell me where you are, I will go find you now

Duan: Really?

Duan Ran then sent Qin Jian the address of the apartment.

Duan: By the way, bring another box~ Hehe, waiting for you

Duan: Come on, I’m going out in a minute

After sending four messages in a row, Duan Ran got out of bed with his cell phone and went to the bathroom with satisfaction.

She tied up her hair in front of the mirror and started to tidy up. She was also going to the concert tonight.

She was not afraid that Qin Jian would actually come to see him now, nor was she afraid that she would suddenly meet him at the door of the concert hall or in the cloakroom at night.

As long as the other party is not in Paris now, the rest will be the scene she is looking forward to.

Ten minutes have passed, and there is still no movement from the mobile phone on the sink.

At this time, Little Fatty Duan was already looking at several open eye shadow boxes, thinking about what kind of eye shadow to apply to better suit the atmosphere tonight.

Another minute later.

"Hmph——"

She made a decision.

——

At this moment, Comrade Qin Jian in the burger restaurant was happily drinking Coke.

With the crisis resolved, he decided to ignore Duan Ran's April Fool's Day counter-routine for the time being.

However, the address sent by the other party looked really impressive, and it was just across the street from where he was at the moment.

Through the window, the exterior view of the apartment building Duan Ran posted looks really good.

Putting aside the obvious hints of teasing in the last two sentences, he felt that Duan Ran had improved his personality and he could live here in the future.

He had never considered living in a student apartment. Firstly, he heard that the student apartments here were messy, and secondly, he needed a small space of his own.

After eating and drinking, Qin Jian looked at the time and saw that it was less than an hour before the concert started.

Then he called He Jing and left.

Before leaving, he replied to Duan Ran's "enthusiastic" invitation, "The time is too short, so I won't go find you. I'll see you at the concert hall tonight."

As a result, he received a reply from the other party as soon as he left the store.

Duan Duan: Okay, I’ve put on my makeup and am ready to go out.

Let it go: isn’t it beautiful?

Duan Duan: Yes

Let it go: send it to me

Duan Duan: I don’t, hee hee

Qin Jian was a little angry and anxious.

No longer replying to the other party, he returned to the hotel and changed into formal clothes, and then went to the concert hall.

...

At this moment, there is less than half an hour left before the concert starts. There is not a lot of people at the entrance of the concert hall...

The doors of the concert hall are open, which means the audience can enter.

Qin Jian signed his name for the two people who came forward to sign, and then walked into the concert hall.

As a talented Chinese pianist who has long been famous in Europe, he can easily be recognized in such a place when he takes off his mask.

In this true capital of classical music, even those on the streets are familiar with the musicians who are famous today.

It's just that Viennese people have never been overly enthusiastic about the musicians off the stage.

I would like to ask, in this land that has been shrouded in the glory of the three masters of Vienna, what kind of musicians are worthy of being new to the locals?

There are musicians everywhere here.

Smiling in response to every kind glance, Qin Jian walked through the cloakroom and walked into the main hall of the concert hall.

Then he met a middle-aged woman who raised her hand to say hello to him, an ordinary-looking housewife.

But everyone here knows her identity, and the locals call her a Bach."

Yes, Qin Jian also knew that she was from the Bach family. Qin Jian had read an introduction about this female Bach on the official website of the college, and she was the current violin professor of the Orchestral Department of the Vienna State University.

He didn't know which branch this Bach was a descendant of. After all, whether in Vienna or Leipzig, Bach was everywhere.

This kind of atmosphere was something he had never experienced before when he came to participate in competitions.

It must be said that he likes this kind of atmosphere.

"Hello, Professor Bach."

Qin Jian said hello to the other party in fluent German, then found his seat, picked up the program list on his seat and started browsing.

At a glance, most of the tracks are familiar to him.

This made him look forward even more to what kind of scene would be performed at tonight's concert.

Time passes by.

More and more spectators were sitting around, and everyone was chatting quietly as if they were familiar with each other, until the door of the concert hall was about to be closed.

At the last moment, a tall figure carrying a cloth bag appeared at the door of the concert hall.

She casually found an empty seat in the last row and sat down, then swept forward.

After locking the back of her head, her pretty lips opened and closed, and then she smiled.

The concert begins here.

“Wow————————————”

The red curtain opened with applause, like a small theater about to open.

The two standing pianos were gradually exposed to the audience's view as the curtain opened.

It also previewed that the first program of tonight’s concert will be a two-piano piece.

The panoramic view of the stage is displayed, and the applause can fall.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

There was no host, and two performers walked onto the stage from both sides.

The old man Qin Jian who walked out from his left hand knew that it was Gust Koch whom he had been paying attention to for a long time.

At this time, Koch, who was wearing a pure black dress, was completely different from the Super Mario image on the poster. He was full of solemnity, just like the title of the song that was about to be played - Hero.

‘Beethoven’s Third Symphony, first movement, arranged for two pianos’

It is the culmination of classicism and the beginning of romanticism.

Needless to say, Beethoven's achievements in the history of music are unprecedented.

In his 57-year life, he composed nine symphonies, dozens of orchestral works, five sets of piano concertos, one set of violin concertos, five sets of other concertos, 32 piano sonatas, about 100 other piano solo works, and operas

One piece, one divine drama, two masses, and about dozens of choruses, solos, etc.

This huge repertoire almost runs through Beethoven's life.

Even today, there are still countless modern musicians trying to return to Beethoven's era by interpreting or adapting these works to explore his life.

Beethoven can be treated as an absolutely professional subject in Vienna.

Koch chose such an arrangement as the opening of such a concert, and his purpose was somewhat unpredictable.

Qin Jian waited with great interest for the next answer to the mystery to be revealed.


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