Guess?

It's definitely impossible to guess.

Qin Jian has long had experience in this regard

He turned around directly, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Duan Ran held a beautifully packaged quillish pen and shook it in front of his eyes, "Isn't it a surprise?"

Qin Jian nodded, his gaze not taking off the words 'Morazt' printed on the package, "Where did you meet it?"

"Right there," Duan Ran turned around and pointed to a small building with a red tile spire not far behind him, "There are a lot of other good things in there." ”

"Let's go and see. Qin Jian was interested.

...

By the time I arrived in Salzburg, the festival was already in its second half.

Qin Jian didn't catch up with an event called the 'Music Fan Bazaar', so he missed out on a lot of good things.

For example, Duan Ran just found this imitation Mozart quill, and it is said that Mozart once used this pen to write six sets of concertos in the early stage.

There is no need to dwell on the truth of this statement, but Mozart's penis is well known for his penis.

At this bazaar, music lovers can buy some festival merchandise.

During the festival, the whole of Salz is transformed into a sea of Mozart music, and a wide variety of Mozart works are staged in every corner every day.

It's different from the solemnity and elegance of sitting in Vienna's Musikverein

Salzburg's Mozart was too casual, starting anywhere in the score, stopping abruptly with a cheer from the crowd and moving on to another.

This made Qin Jian a little puzzled.

Until one evening, he and Duan Ran came to a 'Werfen' tavern.

A very famous tavern, rumored to be the place where Mozart used to hang over in his early years.

It's also where he often shows off himself.

The bistro is very lively, and the furnishings still retain the old style of hundreds of years ago.

It gives people a strong sense of substitution, as if they have returned to a certain era.

Many people gather around a small table with beer, and it is easy to distinguish tourists from locals at a glance.

Qin Jian remembers very well that in front of the quaint upright piano on the stage, an old woman with an exaggerated headscarf was playing the third movement of the K331 sonata, the famous Turkish March.

This world-famous work has a special rhythm under the hands of a seemingly ordinary old man, just when Qin Jian was still wondering how she played, suddenly a shout sounded in the crowd, and then the old woman's fingertips shook, and the music instantly changed from K331 to K330's Adagio movement, and it didn't take long for another shout from the crowd, and the music changed again, and the K545 Allegro movement came out.

After the old woman stepped down, a young blonde youth went up to the piano.

The same scenario is happening again.

With a strong curiosity, after ordering two glasses of barley wine, Qin Jian learned from the waiter that this was an important game in the Salzburg Festival.

There is something for everyone, whether locals or tourists.

In five minutes, see who plays the most Mozart.

At the end of the event, the winner will receive a wig and a beer.

Under the waiter's continued introduction, Qin Jian finally learned that the history of this game had lasted for more than two hundred years.

The man who invented this game was Mozart.

In his early years, Mozart was already famous throughout Salzburg before he left for Vienna, and the name of the child prodigy was a household name.

One of the most miraculous is his ability to improvise.

In this small bar, Mozart made a bet with the owner that he could write 10 different pieces of music in five minutes, and the owner made a bet that he would give him a large glass of beer if he could finish it, and if he couldn't finish it, he would write a complete piece for himself.

At three minutes and seven seconds, Mozart completed ten pieces of music, not only won a large glass of beer, but also took the wig on the boss's head as he left.

The next day, however, Mozart sent a servant to bring a complete piece of the piece.

The boss took the sheet music and took a closer look, isn't this piece just the combination of the ten music fragments of Mozart's deformity last night, and he couldn't laugh or cry at the moment.

While secretly saying that the other party is cunning, he also has to admire the talent of the other party.

In five minutes, a tune was written.

A famous sonata known by later generations K284.

After listening to these two stories, Qin Jian felt that this tavern was more intimate.

Almost the same man he knew Mozart, he was still enthusiastic about hanging out in bars even after getting a court position in Vienna.

Sitting in the smell of kitsch rouge, he amuses everyone in front of the piano with his improvisational talent.

Later, Uncle Pei publicly stated that his improvisation ability was not as good as Mozart's.

Mozart's ability to improvise was the best in Vienna at the time.

It was only later that this kind of fun became a kind of work forced to make ends meet.

"The world is unpredictable. ”

That sentence seemed to come to mind again.

Qin Jian quickly drank the ale wine in the cup, and after a glass of highly counted beer, the whole person's thoughts became more boundless.

Moment.

He took out a tip of ten euros and handed it to the waiter, and under Duan Ran's astonished gaze, he took off his coat, took off his watch, and walked to the upright piano that was said to be more than 200 years old.

"I'm going to win a beer. ”

Even if he sat in Salzburg, sitting in the place where Mozart once played and playing Mozart, Qin Jian did not have the slightest timidity.

Following the customs, in the eyes of everyone with great interest, Qin Jian raised his hand and played the melody of the K521 section of Ran's voice.

As soon as the sound of the piano came out, those who knew the goods and didn't know the goods were shocked.

Amateur and professional at a glance.

If you ask Qin Jian whose works he is best at playing now, the answer must be Mozart, which is not controversial.

Moment.

The first shouts rang out.

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth are raised in a subordinate chord, and the existing rhythmic pattern is used as the core material, and the two outer voices are reversed by the method of extension, and calmly enter the next music segment.

When the second movement of K331 appears, it is straightened and no one notices.

Professional and professional at first sight.

At this moment, the people who know how to do it are a little cheered up, and the connection technique just now is already beyond the scope of their cognition.

A second shout resumed.

K331's silky dissonance on the main chord, falling into the trap-like cadenza of K491's third movement.

The third shout.

The fourth shout.

...

Qin Jian couldn't remember how many shouts he heard that night, and he couldn't remember how much he drank, he only remembered that when Duan Ran helped him out of the bar, he had an extra wig on his head.

It seems that he has experienced a corner of Mozart's nightlife, and he feels that he has gained a lot.

The same work, from the golden stage to the humble tavern, also has a different style.

Elegance and vulgarity are not Mozart's distinctions.

It was their third day in Salzburg.

A place that can be completed on foot in one day, it took Qin Jian four days to go around every corner of the city.

On the fourth day, they left the city.

Head to the Kabkina Peak, three thousand meters outside the city.

There are alpine pastures full of greenery.

There are lush forests.

There is a dinner party with a graceful mountain view.

There are traces left by Mozart

...

...

Coming out of the small building with red tiles, Qin Jian was very satisfied.

"It's time for us to go back. ”

Duan Ran looked at his watch and said with a smile, "It's your turn to cook tonight." ”

"That's right. ”

The two bought some vegetables and meat and left the city at 6 p.m. in a local tour bus.

Forty minutes later, the bus stopped at a pasture in the mountains of Kabkina.

On the hillside on the side of the pasture, there is a small wooden house.

The house looks small from afar.

The two walked arm in arm toward the mountainside.

"After eating, I will practice the piano, you continue to write the score, and we will not talk for two hours, okay?"

"Good. ”

"An hour and a half. ”

"Good. ”

At this moment, Duan Ran's phone suddenly rang.

"It's a promise. ”

...

Today is their eighteenth day in Salzburg.