() Blue Mountain Concert Hall, an unknown concert hall, is located in a corner of the western suburbs of Yanjing.

The three of them got out of the car and walked towards the door of the concert hall, but there weren't many people along the way.

Coming to the gate of the concert hall with great interest, Qin Jian looked at the poster posted on the bulletin board and suddenly felt a little confused.

On the poster, five bizarre foreign old men hold various brass instruments, some are fat men holding small trumpets, some are thin men holding large tubas, and some have a bearded man with the horn of trombone buttoned on the top of his head, and the only normal point is the old man holding a French horn, but his golden front teeth don't look like artists.

On the side of the poster reads, Spanish Brass Quintet, Asia Tour, Yenching Station, Blue Mountain Concert Hall, 19:45

"Uncle, are we here to see the brass show today?" Qin Jian wondered.

"Ah, this ensemble, I know, I've seen their adaptation of Mozart on the Internet in concert, and it's amazing. Duan Ran's voice covered Qin Jian at once.

Old Porter directly skipped Qin Jian, looked at Duan Ran and said, "Yes, Duan, the music they adapted has been popular in Europe for a long time. ”

After a while, the number of people in front of the entrance of the concert hall gradually increased.

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

As the entrance opened, the three men passed through the ticket gates in turn.

From the interior view, the Blue Mountain Concert Hall is obviously a few notches worse than the interior and structure of the Zhongshan Concert Hall, and the red curtain on the stage makes it look more reminiscent of a small theater.

With less than 10 minutes to go before the start of the show, the concert hall with less than 400 seats probably had less than 100 seats, including quite a few children.

19:40。

Two bells rang out in the concert hall, but the audience was still noisy.

That's when it happened.

That's when it happened.

A gloomy trumpet sounded, and each gorgeous note carried a strong sense of penetration.

"Bach's witticism, is this a trumpet?" asked Duan Ran on the side.

The seat of Qin Jian's three people is in the center of the ninth row, which is the position with the best acoustic effect.

"Yes, but the sound should be cornet. ”

Qin Jian's eyes were firmly fixed on the curtain at this time, and the voice came from behind the curtain.

Potter smiled mysteriously and said nothing.

Gradually, the curtain slowly opened, and the sound of the trumpet became brighter.

What catches your eye is a piano in the center of the stage.

At the piano, a little brown-haired old man, dressed like a hippie, stood exceptionally straight, wearing sunglasses, holding an extremely short trumpet in his hand, and seriously beating his fingers on the three protruding keys.

And at this moment, the audience was not quiet because of this, applause, children's cries and cheers, instantly sounded.

At this time, the old man on the stage kept raising his other idle hand to the audience.

The next second.

The enthusiasm of the audience swelled again.

In the interaction between the stage and the audience, a unique classical concert began.

Although there is no golden stage, no quiet auditorium, and even the dress of the performers has nothing to do with the classics.

But Qin Jian knew that in terms of performance alone, this original classical tone was already world-class.

At this moment, a heavy bass sound with a pop buzz came from far and near.

"The second voice is coming. Qin Jian's eyes lit up.

On the stage, from the open backstage door, a tall and thin old man holding a tuba slowly walked out, and the instrument in his hand was like a subwoofer, bringing infinite power to the music.

Immediately after that, the melodic lines of the three and four voices are also added, one loud and the other thick.

One left and one right, two players came out from both sides of the stage again.

As the four of them took the stage, the music jumped out of the cheerful humor in a second, and instantly became full of quiet and peaceful.

"Prelude and fugue in C major. ”

Duan Ran looked around and saw that many people had already taken out their mobile phones and looked at the stage, and then took out their mobile phones to record them.

The prelude is exquisitely pure, tranquil and bright, and the whole work is always imbued with an atmosphere of elegance and holiness, reminding one to be in a medieval chapel.

Qin Jian quietly listened to this brass ensemble changed by Bach's equal temperament, and kept recalling Old Porter's words in his mind.

At the same time, I really admire the arranger of this work, through the use of different brass instruments, so that each melodic line is full of unique colors.

The tone of this color is very different from that of a piano, but the core of it is almost the same.

"Bach's music is not only outstanding on the keyboard, you should explore all kinds of possibilities more deeply. Old Potter whispered as he looked at the stage.

Qin Jian nodded, and after a moment, "Bach's music should not be limited to any one form. ”

Old Potter smiled when he heard this, "Maybe you should add time and place." ”

"Time and place?"

Qin Jian's thoughts fell into silence again.

One song after another, Bach's special.

......

......

21:37。

Outside the concert hall.

"Uncle Potter, aren't you coming with us?"

"No, you guys go back, there's still nightlife waiting for me. With that, Old Porter waved to the two young men, and then climbed into a van with a few old men from the Spanish quintet.

"It turns out that they really know each other. Looking at the speeding car, Duan Ran was dumbfounded.

"What is the nightlife of a group of old men like?" Qin Jian was a little curious.

"Then you just know if you go along. Duan Ran turned his head and winked at Qin Jian.

"Forget it. ”

Qin Jian hurriedly walked to the side of the road and waved to stop the car, "Let's go too, are you hungry?"

"Hungry. ”

"What are you going to eat today?"

Duan Ran thought for a while, "Roast duck, I'm in for a treat today." ”

"Huh?" Qin Jian was a little surprised.

"Let's go, let's go!"

......

Jude.

The dishes at the table are ready.

Qin Jian could only pass the time with his mobile phone.

Ten minutes ago, Duan Ran said that he had gone to the bathroom and had not come back until now, and he had already eaten four or five pieces of duck skin.

After another ten minutes, Qin Jian was a little anxious, and directly dialed Duan Ran's phone.

With a "tick" of the phone.

On the stairs at the corner of the second floor, Duan Ran's tall figure appeared, and there was a delicate box on her left hand.

......

Moment.

On the table, there was an extra birthday cake made up of a few small square cakes.

Looking at the busy girl who was bent over, Qin Jian didn't know what to say for a while.

"Thank you. ”

After lighting eighteen candles, Duan Ran finally sat down, looked at Qin Jian and smiled: "It's a little late to know, that's the only way, make a wish." ”

"Make a wish?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Under the candlelight, the girl smiled and nodded, waiting quietly.

Moment.

Qin Jian closed his eyes.

Then a soft voice came from my ear, "Happy birthday." ”