Chapter 42:
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King of Classical Music
- Mo Chen Huan
- 2107 characters
- 2021-02-03 02:16:19
In such a bleak winter night, even in the bustling streets of the city, it is now empty, only a few cars drove through the streets, and quickly disappeared into the cold wind.
The security of this high-class residential area is still good, and there is a special security system at the door, so that no one can enter at random. Although it is a high-class apartment, there are actually only three buildings, and it is on the 26th floor of the last building.
There are only 27 floors in this building. I recently learned that the entire 27th floor had already been bought separately by the shackles. It opened up with the 26th floor downstairs and formed a different kind of double-storey villa. It can be said that in the top two floors, except for the single apartment he was bought before he was married, the other is already the man's assets.
At this moment, the lights on the two floors were almost extinguished, and only the faint yellow warm light shone in the small apartment. After picking up the things on the table, he didn't go immediately. He looked at the oil on the wall and painted the god.
When I finished the work, one looked up and saw that I was staring at a painting. He went forward and looked at it, then smiled. "These paintings were bought from a small gallery in the city of B. Down, this painter's style is very good, very Rebecian feeling, very vivid and vivid."
While talking, he pointed to the autumn harvest map of a pair of wheat fields next to him. The light-colored scorpion bent and said: "This autumn harvest picture is similar to one of Rebec’s early works, although it is not as radical and profound as Repin. But there is also a bit of charm. I remember that Repin’s painting is now hanging in the first rehearsal hall of the Geneva Conservatory of Music and is treasured.
Originally, he was carefully looking at the piece. After listening to the swearing words, he sneaked into the darkness of the scorpion, and when he planned to introduce him to the second piece, he suddenly seemed to be casual. The opening asked: "Is this work in the Geneva Academy? I didn't seem to see it when I went to the graduation concert last year."
Suddenly being questioned, he replied consciously: "Yes, is it said that it has been collected in recent years? It is also possible, after all, Professor Deville is on the picture..." The sound of the slamming suddenly, he suddenly I felt a stagnation in my throat, as if I realized that something was wrong with my words.
For a long time, he smiled and said: "I also heard that it is said that Professor Deville Carter of the Geneva Conservatory of Music has a collection of paintings. I am also very interested in that painting. When I was young, I heard from my mother, she went. It seems that I had visited the painting at the Geneva Academy."
In the memory of the original Lord, when the aunt was young, she did go to the Geneva College to participate in the concert, so this is not a lie. As for whether the aunt had seen the painting in the end... I really don’t know it at all.
In a very short period of time, I reacted to saying that I had a leak. If such an incident happened to Du Sheng or Zheng Weiqiao, they might be a little surprised, but after listening to the explanation, they can accept.
And if it is Tan Zhenghui, I may feel some doubts, but I will not think more.
But the person standing in front of you at the moment... is jealous.
I used to spend some time thinking about decorating this small apartment. They used spotlights to brighten these paintings. At this time, the white light reflected from the side on the handsome face of the man, let the book The deep facial features seem to be more solid.
I only feel that there seems to be a flash of light in my head, but when he wants to catch it, it has disappeared. He stunned his throat for a long time, and then gently "hmm", said: "If you want to know, you can let Daniel go to Geneva College to take a look, Berlin to Geneva ... not far."
Seeing the other side did not seem to be suspicious, my heart was a little relieved, and he shook his head: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, it's not a big deal." Suddenly, smirked and shifted the subject: "Right, today. I didn't tell you in advance that it was such a simple meal. I am really sorry, probably... let you down."
I can imagine that it is impossible to have a simple eight-in-one soup on the Christmas Eve of the Patelem family.
The faint gaze of the faint gaze on the sly body for a while. After a long while, he shook his head: "Your food is doing very well, I don't know if you will make Chinese food."
He laughed and said: "I used to learn with my parents. They are very keen on Chinese food. I am very happy to like you. I really appreciate you when you are in Gangcheng...doing things, I am going to take the scores. When you said something to Mr. Swell, he was very kind to me during the rehearsal."
As a good man who never misses his name, he gently shook his head and asked: "I didn't do anything special. You are not saying, is Swell's temper particularly good?"
In fact, I learned from Mr. Swell that the man had already recommended himself in front of Swell, but he refused to admit it. This is probably some kind of... modesty?
After thinking about it, I am no longer entangled in this question: "All in all, I really appreciate you taking care of me in Hong Kong."
"I am just repaying you."
戚暮: "?"
The slang is calm and calm, and his face is calm: "Repay you for helping me fight bugs."
"..."
This is a 40-square-meter single apartment, even if it is decorated so beautifully, there is nothing to visit after enjoying it for ten minutes. At this time, there is still a period of time from the zero point. I know that for many Western families with strong traditional consciousness, it is very important to keep the Christmas Eve together.
Although he personally has no interest in the vigil, but when he thinks that the other person has to go back to the hundreds of flat houses alone, he is alone waiting for the twelf o'clock... He shook his head and finally Still have a soft sigh.
Since the other side has helped so much for themselves, pay more for it... What's the point?
"In fact, before you knocked on my door that day, I didn't know that you lived next door." He poured a cup of warm water from the thermos and handed it to him. He continued: "I didn't expect to know it for so long." Who is living next door, it is a bit funny."
闵琛The result of the cup of warm water, said: "I seem ... did not hear the sound of the piano next door."
I heard a sneak peek, and then said with a smile: "I practice piano in the piano room every day. In order to prevent disturbing neighbors, I changed the material with better sound insulation." I paused and said strangely. "But I only practice for a few hours a day. I don't seem to hear it... There is a piano next door?"
I remember, when he entered the next room, he could see it. In the living room, there was a beautiful black Steinway piano standing proudly in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The gesture was really elegant.
A man who didn’t have an hour of practicing piano every day listened to this. His face was black and black for a long time. He coughed softly and said,
Probably when you practice the piano... I I am also practicing the piano."
I understood the nod.
The depth of the twilight is very fast, and the topic is transferred very quickly: "I didn't see your piano room before."
The rumor is awkward, and he smiles: "It’s not a lot of good-looking places, it’s an ordinary piano room." He said, he enthusiastically led the guests to the piano room, opened the door and turned on the lights. A simple and simple piano room appeared in front of him. He said: "My requirements for the piano room are not high, so the decoration is also normal."
闵琛 A slight dagger, the line of sight circled in the piano room, and finally fell on the piano box on the table. "Would you like Paganini's "campanel"?"
戚暮 consciously replied: "Well, Paganini's song I have practiced for a while."
"I like this piece very much, can... listen to you playing it again?"
Suddenly I heard this and stunned and turned to look at the man around me. I saw that I was looking at myself. The eyes were deep and focused, and with some requests, I was shocked.
Any violinist, if he can let him ask for his performance, it is definitely a glory. Compared with other music masters, he is really a very indifferent person. He has few curious musicians, but none of them...become a famous music everyone.
Bo's current chief violinist Kedori is the only violinist who is interested and wants to listen to him.
And now, the second one has appeared.
Did not produce a trace of fear, 戚暮 戚暮 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾 勾
He nodded seriously and said with a firm tone: "Good."
Take out the violin, wipe the rosin a little, and play it off directly.
All this is done in a smooth way, like a flowing stream, the light and gorgeous tone flowing out of the sound hole of the violin. The translation of this "campanel" into Chinese is "Bells", but it also has a unique translation name - "The Bell of the Emperor".
Most of the songs are lightly skipping. Even if they are placed in Paganini's songs, it is quite difficult. Many violinists can't control them. Therefore, when the song is presented at the beginning of the game, In fact, it also gave a challenge.
However, this song is one of the most popular and favorite songs of the last generation.
At the graduation concert of the Geneva Academy, he played the "Bells" and completed his last tribute. Even in several later interviews with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, he also played this "Bell".
The meaning of this piece to the pipa is really great, even one of the five songs on the album he recorded in his last life.
Just listening to the quiet piano room, the cheerful music can't wait to jump out of the bow, every note dances in the air, breaking the silent atmosphere inside, seems to want to render it into a happy and happy Ocean.
As early as the first sound was pulled, you were completely immersed in the world of music. Every beat of the string and every bow has already been engraved in the depths of his memory. When pulling out the familiar rhythm, he seems to return to the one that came downstairs to the Vienna Symphony Orchestra with his case. early morning.
If you don't succeed in the interview, you will only leave the end of Vienna.
The slender fingers of the young white scorpion are pressed back and forth on the four thin strings. The speed of the fingers is too fast. Sometimes it is fascinating. Only the ears can barely hear the beautiful music.
Probably too immersed in music, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t find it. When he had just played for a minute, the man sitting in front of him had completely stiffened his body, with an incredible look. Looking at him.
The narrow phoenix was slightly enlarged, and the fingers of the cockroaches shook slightly.
Daniel has been with this man for more than a decade, but if he is allowed to see what he looks like at the moment, he will be surprised to say: "Oh my God, hey, is it the end of the world? Why are you so surprised?" !"
In this sound of more than nine minutes, the excellent ear force allows him to capture every note even in a horrified mood.
Every slide of the finger on the string, every jump of the bow dance, each note is so familiar, and when they come together, they form a unique, only belong to 戚暮