There was no logical starting point, Duan Ran felt that as long as Qin Jian wanted to do something seriously, it would be fine.

...

"Good night and a good rest. ”

"Good night, good dreams. ”

At the entrance of the corridor of the Imperial Hotel, the two said goodnight to each other and returned to their rooms.

There are no mutual invitations tonight, and both of them need to get a good rest tonight.

Tomorrow morning, at a quarter past ten o'clock, Duan Ran will participate in the finals of the junior group, and Qin Jian will go to rehearsal at ten o'clock.

After taking a shower, Qin Jian lay down comfortably on the bed, picked up his mobile phone, and looked up information about Tongmasons on the Internet.

The Freemasons are probably an organization that was born during the Enlightenment to promote freedom, equality, and fraternity.

Within this organization, nobles and commoners sat together.

Not only that, but many prominent figures in the field of culture at the time joined the organization, and Mozart was one of them.

However, Qin Jian also noticed that some information showed that the Tongji Society was an organizational conspiracy in the eyes of many people at that time.

"It is undeniable that the birth of The Magic Flute was sponsored by the Freemasons..."

"The birth of The Magic Flute not only represents the birth of a new pattern, but also shows a new era."

I saw the birth of the magic flute from the Tongmaq, but in just ten minutes, Qin Jian's eyelids finally couldn't be raised.

Turn off the lights.

Nothing was said all night.

...

Nine o'clock in the morning the next day.

In front of the entrance of the Imperial Hotel

"You can rehearse in peace, you don't have to come to see me. ”

"Well, you behave well, and be careful when you change your clothes. ”

"Ann la, then I'll go, I'll call you when I'm done. Duan Ran said and boarded the car.

Look in the direction in which the taxi drove away.

"Come on. ”

Qin Jian muttered, waved his hand and stopped another car.

...

“GroßerSaal。 ”

Qin Jian's pronunciation was very jerky, but the driver still understood.

“ok。 ”

The car starts.

The world-famous Musikverein, which is not actually a stand-alone building, is part of the building of the Society of Friends of Music in Vienna, which has many concert halls, and beyond the Musikverein, there are also concert halls such as Mozart Hall and Brahms Hall.

Qin Jian's destination is the Mozart Hall.

Got out of the car.

When Qin Jian raised his head and looked at the red-walled and gold-roofed hardcover building in front of him, there was still a little wave in his heart.

Although the Musikverein in Vienna has been removed from the altar over the years, it is still a pleasure to walk in as a performer.

I looked at my watch.

“10:01。 ”

The time was just right.

When he came to the hall, Qin Jian gave up the opportunity to practice his language and directly showed his participation card to the staff.

After the staff looked at him in a second, he was led to the Mozart Room.

As soon as he entered the door, there was no three-dimensional sense of a modern concert hall, Qin Jian seemed to have walked into a medieval palace, and the crystal chandelier above his head sparkled in the orange light.

"Turning on the lights in broad daylight is a waste of electricity. ”

Qin Jian muttered, and the staff on the side looked at him suspiciously, with a trace of polite doubt on their faces.

"Thankyou," Qin Jian smiled and pointed to his feet, "yes." ”

This time the staff understood, smiled and nodded and left.

At this time, the concert hall had just finished the last rehearsal, and some casual musicians were sitting on the stage and in the audience.

Qin Jian's gaze fell on an old man in gray suspender pants at the front of the stage, and then walked over.

Qin Jian's staging did not attract the attention of the surroundings.

“hello。 ”

Qin Jian took the initiative to greet the old man and handed out the participation card again.

The old man took the participation card, and his originally wrinkled facial features instantly unfolded.

Laughing and holding out his right hand.

Qin Jian also stretched out his right hand.

The old man grinned and muttered a string of German, Qin Jian could only smile and nod awkwardly, he just wanted to start rehearsing quickly at the moment.

It's so torturous...

"Hey. ”

At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came.

Qin Jian turned his head, and behind a music stand next to the piano, a long-haired woman was looking at him.

His gaze fell on the woman's facial features and couldn't help but be stunned, and the woman's expression was smiling, and the smile was mixed with a hint of surprise.

"It's you. ”

Looking at the bow in the woman's hand, Qin Jian instantly understood the situation.

The moment of staring at each other was very similar to the scene in the lounge that day.

That's not the point, though, the point.

The translator who sent it to the door came.

"Hello, see you again. ”

Qin Jian tried his best to make his expression look natural.

...

After reading Qin Jian's participation card, the woman's gaze changed again.

The young man in front of her once again surprised her.

"Tsk," the woman quipped, "I don't show my body." ”

"I didn't expect it either," Qin Jian compared his hands to his chest, "You turned out to be a professional musician." ”

With the help of the woman, Qin Jian and the conductor communicated smoothly.

The three of them exchanged questions about K491.

"Mellon said he's seen videos of you playing in Asia, and he thinks your playing is imaginative, and he wants you to keep that imagination. ”

"During the rehearsal, if you need anything, you can stop at any time, don't have any scruples. ”

"Thanks, I see. ”

"Let's get started. ”

"Wait a minute, what do you call it. ”

"Just call me childlike, looking forward to your performance. ”

....

At 10:15, the rehearsal officially began.

The musicians returned to their places, and the childlike heart also returned to its place, the violin closest to the piano, the principal position.

Rehearsals begin.

Mellon carefully led the Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra and cooperated with Qin Jian little by little.

Soon, the first and second movements ended.

By the third third quarter, Qin Jian stopped.

"If you can, please lower the volume of all the long notes in the string section from measure 16 to 20 by half, and the flute and bassoon in the introduction, so that the dialogue is clearer. ”

"I needed the orchestra to have a solemn expression throughout the third movement, to have a sense of religious ritual. ”

"Also, the overall speed is not enough. ”

Said the end.

Qin Jian looked at Tong Xin, "I'm in trouble." ”

Tong Xin nodded and passed on Qin Jian's thoughts to Mellon.

After hearing this, Mellon scratched his head, as if he was thinking, and his expression was a little rich for a while.

Qin Jian wasn't sure if the other party could accept it, but that was what he thought.

Moment.

Mellon and several orchestra concertmasters exchanged ideas over the air.

Qin Jian sat quietly in front of the piano and waited.

After the scene of the Asian final, coupled with the frequent 'interaction' with Mozart in recent days, he has what he clearly wants to express at this moment.

He doesn't need to feel like it's on the field anymore.

It didn't take long.

Mellon motioned for Qin Jian to continue.

Then the orchestra played again.

This time.

The music started in a completely different state than it had just been.

"It's how it feels. ”

Moment.

Qin Jian raised his hand.