This is also shown in all his creations, genuinely happy when happy, single-mindedly painful when painful, without the slightest impurity. ”

"His work never thinks about the complexity behind it. ”

Sayevi was silent for a moment, "Indeed, you did simplify the thematic structure in the second movement just now, so can I infer from this that you distinguish between his music and his life?"

Qin Jian said: "This is where his innocence lies. ”

At this moment, looking at the smiling Chinese young man in front of him, Sayevi was a little moved.

....

The conversation with Sayevi about Mozart didn't last long, and the conversation ended in a hurry after only half of the conversation.

Qin Jian originally wanted to talk to the old man about the precautions in the recording process, but now he can only hope for the next time.

"You've made some interesting points, and I think I need to go back and do my homework. ”

Before Sayavi left, he made an appointment with Qin Jian to meet him in the recording hall at half past nine the morning after tomorrow, and he would bring the orchestra over.

The Berliner Philharmonic, one of the top five symphony orchestras in the world, is an orchestra that countless musicians are looking forward to working with.

I don't know if I can rub some different sparks when the time comes.

"Paul, you've worked hard today. ”

"You're welcome, Mr. Qin Jian, this is my job. ”

"Then we'll see you the day after tomorrow. ”

"Do you have any travel arrangements tomorrow, I can accompany you. ”

"No, I want to walk around the neighborhood by myself. ”

After exchanging phone calls, Qin Jian was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked.

"Paul, do you know about Jay?"

"I don't know much about that, but you can go to the south side, where there's a famous memorial. ”

"Okay, thanks. ”

Leaving the headquarters of the DG company, Qin Jian called Old Porter, who seemed to be having an interesting party, and politely declined the other party's invitation, and he walked around the nearby street again and again.

Round and round.

Do as the Romans do.

It was already past dinner time, and he walked into a burger joint and ordered a signature lamb cheese and arugula burger, as well as a french fries.

Outside the window.

It is also a night view of the city in a foreign evening, not as colorful as Tokyo, nor as elegant and dignified as Vienna.

Inside the window.

Qin Jian quietly chewed the burger in his hand.

The bitter arugula, the eerie lamb cheese, and the freshly fried beef patty with blood in one bite were all combined to make him put down his burger.

But he didn't seem to care about it, and he quickly finished half of it.

The lonely box of fries in front of him also seemed lonely, and as long as he didn't reach out, the box wouldn't move.

No one was going to grab the food from the box anymore this time.

Suddenly, he felt that he had eaten.

He put down half of the hamburger in his hand and got up to leave.

At the door of the hotel, Qin Jian hesitated for a moment, then bought a handbag of beer and went upstairs.

He thought it would help him sleep tonight, and interestingly, he never thought he would one day think about falling asleep with the help of alcohol.

Back in the room, Qin Jian took a shower.

Coming out of the bathroom, he opened the WeChat chat page, didn't find anything, and crossed out the page casually

Then I turned on the phone player, chose a piano song, and threw the phone on the bed.

Accompanied by the music of Light Man, he packed his luggage and hung his clothes one by one to the cloakroom.

He brought two sets of dresses, and he hadn't decided which one to wear when the time came.

Gradually, the box bottomed out, and at the bottom of the box were two packages of plastic wrapped rice noodles.

These two packets of rice noodles have been in his box for a long time.

Holding the plastic packaging bag, Qin Jian's thoughts returned to a certain moment.

...

"Would you like to help? ”

"What do I get?"

"A bowl of rice noodles. ”

"Deal. ”

...

After a long time, Qin Jian sighed and placed the two packets of rice noodles next to the watch on the bedside table.

After packing his luggage and putting away his suitcase, he felt that he had nothing to do.

At 10:17, he sat down by the window with a beer.

The last time it was in Tokyo was with a plum wine in his hand.

Outside the window, the towering building with an industrial atmosphere resembles a giant steel cage.

Looking closely, it creates a sense of psychological oppression.

Qin Jian didn't want to look at it anymore.

Retracting his gaze, he felt that the warm light in the room was a little scorching, so he turned off the light.

By the dim moonlight outside the window, he sat on the edge of his bed and poured bottle after bottle of alcohol into his throat.

An hour passed, and he seemed to be more and more sober as he drank, which made him a little distressed.

The piano music on the phone in bed played randomly and uninterrupted, never interrupted by anything.

As the song Mazurka ends, the music jumps to Norma's memories.

Intricate chords, melodies with melody and frustration.

Liszt seemed to be writing Qin Jian's emotions at the moment.

He remembered that Duan Ran's performance was like this, with perseverance in the music, with the explosive force of advancing that broke through all obstacles.

Qin Jian put down the wine bottle in his hand and stood up gently.

He closed his eyes and raised his arms as if someone was sitting next to her and playing.

Like a conductor, he stuck to the beat of the music and waved his hands.

Beating non-stop music, at the end of a gorgeous set of chords.

The endless waves of steel sound arranged the entire room into a sea of sound, and Qin Jian was in the center, shaking his head and waving his arms like a vent.

The next second.

Just when the climax of the music is approaching

Suddenly.

The music cut off, and the room fell silent.

Outside the window, the sound of cars could be heard in the street.

The phone on the bed has run out of battery and automatically turns off.

Looking at this scene, Qin Jian kept his hands raised high and smiled dejectedly.

Then he lowered his arms.

Just as he turned to pick up the bottle, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Boom!"

His body shook.

Turn your head again.

His gaze passed through the darkness and stared in the direction of the door.

About a dozen seconds passed, about half a minute passed.

There was no movement outside the door,

He shook his head, "Probably hallucinations." ”

"Knock"

However, there was another soft knock on the door.

This time, Qin Jian was sure that he had heard correctly.

The light was turned on, and the blinding light instantly illuminated the room.

With the light, the knocking outside the door became more and more dense and louder.

"Knock knock !!"

Qin Jian quickened the pace of his feet.

The moment his hand grasped the doorknob, the violent knock on the door made his palms numb.

As if there was some omen in his heart, he unscrewed the doorknob.

The moment the door was opened.

Looking at the thin figure with a small fist outside the door, Qin Jian didn't know why his vision gradually blurred.

"Why don't you open the door. ”

A soft question, without accusation.

The next second.

A soft body slammed into his embrace.