Vienna.

The capital of the vast empire of Central Europe in the past, the Habstans have been meticulously crafted for centuries, but they cannot prevent it from being overshadowed by the rising modern cities.

So far, it has been left in the scraps of European topics, half-remembered and half-forgotten.

However, as the center of Austria's political, cultural and economic integration, it is still a blue crystal on the banks of the Danube.

Speaking of Vienna, in addition to the gorgeous court of the Austro-Hungarian romantic love story, it is natural not to tell a certain kind of feelings about music.

The Golden Hall and the New Year's concert are all the impression labels of this ancient city full of all-encompassing culture.

Of course.

A land famous for its music, Vienna has a taste of much more than just the Musikverein and the New Year's concert.

Street performers can be seen everywhere.

Whether you're walking into an elegant restaurant or a light and noisy bar, you can hear him in every corner of the city.

...

Vienna time, 6:21 p.m.

Hillifel Street.

Located near the Golden Hall, Bristol Lounge.

In the lazy lounge hall, the girl on the wall with butter paintings is quietly looking at the opposite corner.

An old man playing the strings.

His floppy portamento and kneading the strings somewhat lacked some of Sibelius's skeletal hardness.

But that doesn't stop people from listening and finding out.

Although there were not many guests in the hall at this time.

There are only two tables.

"Walter is a national violin professor and plays the violin here every Wednesday afternoon, so you had a good day. ”

Under the woman's silky hair, a pair of narrow eyelashes blinked.

But.

The man sitting across from her still didn't seem interested in the subject, but nodded to her with a polite smile again, then looked down at his phone.

This made her feel a little unhappy.

During her five years of studying in Vienna, she rarely met a fellow countryman in this place, and the other party seemed quite pleasant.

can't talk about talking, I can only say that I want to talk to him for a few words.

"Tell me about you, uh-huh, you're here for a tour?" the woman continued.

"It's not. The man opened his mouth for a moment, "Just going around." ”

The woman burst out laughing and said, "Can you explain the difference?"

"Only the rich are called tourists, and the poor are at most going out for a walk. The man replied.

The woman muttered and repeated the man's words, and suddenly felt that the man in front of her was even more interesting, "Listen to your accent, northerner?"

"Yes. ”

As the man spoke, the phone in his hand lit up again.

He slid his phone screen open.

Duan Duan Duan Duan: I'll be there soon!!

Let it go: I'll be waiting for you at the door.

After the man replied to the message, he raised his head, looked at the woman with an interested face, and said slightly apologetically: "Sorry, I have to go, I have a chance to talk next time." ”

Without waiting for the woman to react, he got up and pulled up the suitcase on the side and left.

Looking at the bantam glass with only half of the blue liquid left in front of the man's table, the woman suddenly turned around and shouted in the direction of the lounge door.

"When is the next time?!"

The man's body paused, and he waved his hand behind his back.

"Next time. ”

After saying that, he disappeared at the gate.

After the man left, the woman turned around, her face still flushed with pleasure.

She picked up the goblet in front of her and shook it slightly, and in the soft light, the scarlet liquid in the glass was full of bewitching beauty.

"Interesting. ”

At this moment, the woman crossed the window on one side, and her eyes couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Diagonally across the road outside the window, in front of the entrance of the Imperial Hotel, the figure at the table five minutes ago reappeared.

The man didn't go far.

Moment.

A taxi pulled up in front of the hotel.

The next second.

A tall girl stepped out of the car.

The girl looked around, and suddenly walked in the direction of the man.

The woman took a sip of the wine in her glass with great interest.

Then, I saw the man reach out and rub the girl's head, and a smile appeared on his face.

Another moment.

The man took the luggage from the girl's hand, and the two walked into the door of the hotel in a row.

"I see. ”

"What a man who can lie"

The corners of the woman's mouth lifted.

"Will the poor stay at the Imperial Hotel?"

Just then, the sound of the violin in the lounge stopped.

The woman drank the red wine from her glass, applauded, and got up and walked towards the old man who was playing the violin.

The old man raised the headstock, loosened the strings slightly, and then handed the piano in his hand to the woman, and said with a gentle smile in a mellow German: "Tong, it's time for class." ”

The woman took the piano and bow with both hands, skillfully posed the playing position, and stroked a few crisp notes.

He nodded at the old man.

The old man sat aside.

"I'll play the repertoire of the competition first. ”

The next second.

A powerful high-pitched roar erupted from beneath the woman's bowed hand.

......

......

Two hours.

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

When Qin Jian and Duan Ran came out of the gate of the Imperial Hotel again, it was already dark.

Hilferry Street is brightly lit.

Qin Jian's hair looked like it had just been blown dry.

Duan Ran changed his clothes, put on a light-colored plaid blazer on his upper body, and replaced his skirt with blue straight-leg jeans.

Under the pure white shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his pants, at a glance, there were straight legs.

But the cloth bag in her hand is still the cloth bag.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Rice noodles. ”

"Is there a rice noodle around here?"

"I guess not. ”

"Then I'll check if there are any Chinese restaurants nearby. ”

"Oh, let's go around and decide if we're okay?

"The more you eat, the hungrier you get. ”

“... You're really..."

"Don't you let people say that you haven't eaten enough?"

"Let's let me go," Duan Ran said and turned around and ran away, "Wait for me here." ”

After a while, he came back with a bag.

Then he took out two loaves of bread, one large and one small, from the bag.

"One for each person, let's go!"

......

It's not a long-awaited reunion, but it's been 33 days since Tokyo International Airport parted.

A month passed, and Qin Jian felt that Duan Ran's hair had grown a little, but all he got was a roll of the other party's eyes.

"Is the hair you just cut yesterday good?"

What can Qin Jian say about this? Probably women's hair is the same as their mood, and it looks like it can be long and short.

Along Philheery Street, two men chewed bread and walked all the way to a bridge.

Along the way, Qin Jian was particularly interested in the progress of Duan Ranla's Three Concertos.

Duan Ran kept asking questions about the 3+5 college entrance examination mock paper in Qin Jian's luggage.

"Qin, you've decided to take the college entrance examination, haven't you?"

"Probably. ”

Moment.

Duan Ran nodded and pursed his lips with a smile, "Support you." ”

"Thank you," Qin Jian also smiled, "What about you, how are you preparing?"

"On June 15th, I will be enrolled in July. ”

As they spoke, they came to the side of the bridge.

Not far away, the Vienna Musikverein looks particularly gorgeous at night.

"You must have no problem. ”

"Hee-hee. ”

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the only sound was the sound of cars coming and going.

The two men climbed side by side on the bridge railing, and for a moment neither of them spoke.

"Come on. ”

Qin Jian opened his mouth, "There is still a long way to go. ”

Long.

"If I'm not happy in France one day, I want to go back home. ”

Duan Ran turned his head to look at Qin Jian as he spoke, blinking his eyes.

His expression became serious.

"Qin Jian. ”

"Will you pick me up at the airport then?"

...

An evening breeze blew, causing ripples on the river.

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