A lot of music seasons have some quirks, or they can't be called quirks, we can call them 'hobbies'.

Known for his Gothenburg variations, Gould was as famous for his cleanliness as his Bach, and he loved to play the piano in a low, homemade wooden chair.

Horowitz often ran backstage after a concert to lose his temper over his beloved colorful floral shirt, which helped him stabilize his mood.

Donny George, a well-known black piano player, liked to sip a cigar when playing Chopin's repertoire, which he thought helped his finger muscles to focus on the notes on the score.

Looking back, it is not difficult to find that this phenomenon existed as early as half a year ago.

Chopin was notoriously fond of collecting expensive pianos, but never for the sake of playing.

Beethoven never allowed anyone to come near his piano, anyone.

Mozart couldn't help but learn to meow when he was excited at a concert, and later generations deduced that this is how the 'Duet of Cats' was born.

Situations like this abound.

Perhaps because they represent the essence of music from all eras and are thus noticed, some inconsequential things are magnified by critics and then passed down.

But there's no denying that people talk about things like that.

Ask a musician, aside from the musician's own avatar, how is he remembered?

Cleanliness, collecting, transvestism, smoking, learning to meow?

So gradually, people have some subjective assumptions about musicians, but this assumption is only a kind of good-natured approach.

It's enough to see that the music is great.

After Old Porter left with the DG staff and Britz, Qin Jian and another staff member were left in the hall.

This staff member is an accompanying translator provided by DG for Qin Jian, and after Qin Jian signs the contract, Old Porter will go to his own business.

This time, Liao Linjun was supposed to help Qin Jian talk about the contract, but Liao Linjun couldn't leave, so she entrusted Old Bert to take her to complete the job.

Qin Jian slowly walked around the pianos, as if visiting a piano museum.

He walked over to a rather strangely shaped vintage grand piano and stopped.

The grand piano looks like it has no clothes, the whole internal structure is leaking out, and the strings are shiny and shiny.

"It's a lot of fun. Qin Jian said, gently pressing a high note.

"Buzzing. ”

A dim high-pitched sound sounded, Qin Jian suddenly felt strange, and turned his head to look at the male translator on the side: "This is not a low-carbon steel wire string?"

"Sorry sir, I don't understand that. The young translator apologized, "But you can go around to the back." ”

The two of them said as they went to the other side of the body, where there was a small sign above the legs.

The sign has a long line of small print on it.

"What do you mean?" Qin Jian asked.

The translator looked at it and said, "This is a nylon string piano made by the company of Byron for Liszt in 1875......"

“.... The abandonment of alloy materials greatly improves the elasticity and toughness of the strings..."

It turned out to be here.

Qin Jian nodded, "Thank you." ”

As she spoke, she touched the sound of the piano and walked towards the next piano.

Under the tireless interpretation of the translator, Qin Jian probably understood that the pianos in this hall not only have modern pianos, but also some old antiques, and some imitations with era characteristics.

Twenty minutes later.

Qin Jian sighed with emotion: "I guess you probably have the most complete range of pianos in the world. ”

The translator smiled and didn't say anything.

After watching it, Qin Jian already had a plan in his heart, and he chose two pianos for the recording of this record.

A custom D-shaped concert by Steinway & Sons plays a grand piano and is used to complete the concerto with the orchestra, which pianists around the world can agree on.

The other was a vintage harpsichord, a sonata like K545, which he intended to finish, and in this one he heard a sound similar to that of the piano in the background of the first chapter of Amadeus.

He wanted to make a try.

"Let's go back, I think I can try. ”

"Yes sir. ”

"It's okay if you call me Qin Jian, what do you call it..."

Just as the two of them turned to leave, Qin Jian's gaze suddenly fell on a black grand piano in the corner.

His eyes couldn't help but froze, his pupils contracted violently, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Your name is interesting, my name is Paul. The interpreter smiled and was about to say something, when he noticed the figure next to him walking towards the piano on the terrace in the corner.

"Mr. Qin Jian?" Paul called Qin Jian's name softly.

Seeing that Qin Jian didn't react, he followed with a smile, every pianist who came here seemed to have some kind of special interest in that piano, which was probably their same disease.

It was indeed a fine and excessive, as Paul himself admitted.

Under the soft light, the outside of the piano board has a simple texture, strange carving, it looks like a great wooden carving, the old yellowed white keys and the dark black keys are intertwined, making it clear that this gorgeous carving in front of you is a real piano.

The room was not so hot that it made people sweat on their foreheads, but Qin Jian's chin had already left drops of sweat.

He stopped in front of the piano and didn't come forward for a long time

"It must have been just a coincidence. ”

Qin Jian closed his eyes and shook his head.

Taking a deep breath in the darkness.

Three seconds later.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what was imprinted in his eyes was still the exquisite carvings and strange lines.

Panting, he tried his best to calm his intense emotions.

"Mr. Qin Jian. ”

Hearing the voice behind him, Qin Jian's whole person was clever, and his left hand subconsciously retracted into the cuffs, and the sleeves covered the pattern on his left hand.

"Are you okay, are you uncomfortable?" Coming to Qin Jian's side, Paul noticed his abnormality and said with concern, "Do you need to take a break?"

Qin Jian's throat twitched, and he took a deep breath again, "It's okay Paul, it's just that I'm a little tired just off the plane, thank you." ”

"Do you have anemia?" Looking at Qin Jian's pale face, Paul was still a little uneasy, "Why don't you come here first today, I suggest you go back and rest for a while, after a while, Savier will be in command, and Britz and I will explain to him that it is a kind old man." ”

"It's a little anemic," Qin Jian squeezed out a reluctant smile, "But I don't have a problem, thank you." ”

As he spoke, he slowly walked to the piano in front of him.

Although he couldn't see the whole picture of the piano with his sight, he was too familiar with the texture of the piano's body.

It's all too familiar.

In countless dreams, he sat in front of such a piano and played.

"There may be a carving of a redbud flower on the back of its plate. ”

Qin Jian thought and slowly walked to the back of the piano.

Looking at the leaf stem lines of the bauhinia in front of him, he couldn't help but move his gaze to the small sign next to the petals.

There is only one short line of characters on it.

He couldn't read it.

At this moment, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Paul, what language is this?" he asked.

"It's Florence. ”

Moment.

"What's written on it?"

...

...

As Paul's words fell again, with a bang, Qin Jian's mind went blank.

The next second.

His left hand slipped out of the cuff slowly, slowly.