() Rice noodles, really fragrant.

Qin Jian ate rice noodles for the first time, at a night stall in a small alley.

.......

"Thank you for the rice noodles, although not very tasty, good night. ”

"Ah, good night, good night. ”

Two doorways rang one after the other.

23:56。

Qin Jian entered the house and lay down on the bed, touching his round belly, he felt that the rice noodles were really good.

Rubbing his hands, Qin Jian adjusted his mood

Then Amadeus's last wish was opened again.

"The first time I met Haydn, he was conducting a small chamber music, and I have to say that I was amazed by his four-part writing approach, and I sat quietly in the corner behind the orchestra pit and listened to his entire work. ”

"At the end of the performance, as soon as he saw me, he was amazed and said, 'Oh, Wolfgang, I like your work quite a lot, I have to say that you are a great musician from Salzburg', I was a little embarrassed by such a compliment, I said, 'It's my honor, you're a great musician, I'm just a clever boy', I'm a pious musician in front of a real musician. ”

"We hit it off at first sight, and in his house, he showed me the symphony he had recently written, and I improvised a few on the piano with his themes. ”

"We barely stopped communicating that night until his servant reminded him that it was daybreak. ”

Later, in my lodgings, when I told Beethoven about this passage, the diminutive Bonn man laughed and called the day "Haydn Mozart Night." ”

Sure enough, Beethoven and Mozart also have some kind of relationship.

Qin Jian sighed for a while, what kind of scene would it be for the three giants of the glorious classical period to sit together and talk about music?

Sighing, Qin Jian changed his posture and continued to look at it.

"And so, not long after, I gave my first concert in Vienna, which attracted everyone's attention, unlike in Paris, Italy, or Mannheim, Germany, and this time, I believed that the Lord really favored me. ”

"Since then I have really integrated into the upper class of the aristocracy, every day there are constant doors, even His Majesty Francis I's sister has to learn piano with me, which gives me a bit of a headache, I don't like the freckled woman, fortunately Sarrilie helped me solve this trouble, he helped me to ask His Majesty to stop the princess's thoughts, now I think about it, he is really my good friend. ”

This......

Sure enough, it's a person with a clear brain circuit, what's wrong with freckles on his face?

Let's just be honest for now.

"In the days that followed, I got to know more and more people, wrote three symphonies, three plays, three piano sonatas, two arias, a diffuse, and the rest of the countless were not written down, but it was nothing, composition was like breathing for me, and I seemed to find something new to do. ”

"I found out that the Viennese operas were sung in Italian, and I had to wonder if the brains of the German-Austrian musicians were decaying, and I asked His Majesty if we could change our operas to German, but to my surprise, I was opposed by all the Viennese musicians, including my faithful friend Sarilie. ”

"It made me feel sad, and at that time I just felt like life was a mess, 'German, German, please,' and I prayed in my head all day because I had found the best lyrics. ”

"In the end, I was touched by His Majesty's kindness, and he gave me a chance, which was told to me by Sarrilie, and which my good friends always gave me hope. ”

"So, the premiere of the opera "The Harem Escape" ushered in the new opera era in Vienna, and on that day, I also harvested my love, true love. ”

"She's like an elf. ”

"With a longing for love, I wrote the double piano piece K488 in D major. ”

"I call it Mozart's Journey, and in the dark times of the future that cannot be imagined, she will be the light and consolation of our department. ”

That's an afterword. ”

"Let's go get it done first. ”

At the moment when Qin Jian's gaze fell to the last sentence.

The white light flashed again.

The notation of the two voices of the double piano in D major appears on the left and the right, still in handwriting, exuding a faint luster.

Qin Jian tried to continue reading, but unfortunately, the page stopped here again.

"Whew. ”

At the end of the second movement, Qin Jian sighed lightly, "It is said that Mozart's private life is extremely musical, and it can be said that it is colorful. ”

"I didn't expect that the sensational harem escape at that time was created by him in such a background," Qin Jian flipped the second half of the second chapter back and forth again, "As a musician, this section is indeed a glorious time." ”

'In the darkness of the unimaginable future'.

Seeing this again, Qin Jian had an urgent feeling of wanting to know, he really wanted to know what happened in the future in the future.

And what exactly does Sarrilie have to do with Mozart's death, and what about the Man in Black and the Requiem mentioned in the introduction...

'Please finish it first. ’

"This chapter is broken. ”

Qin Jian complained softly.

"And with two pianos, you can't let me play two parts by myself. ”

His eyes finally fell on the two sheet music, Qin Jian couldn't help but look at the wall next door, Duan Ran had already become the number one coolie in his mind.

Closing the space, Qin Jian felt that the room was a little dull, opened the door and walked around the hall.

He felt good about the sudden state of the afternoon, and the K545 practice was better than he had expected, so that another Mozart sonata was settled.

"Keep it in the afternoon, and I guess it will be about a week or so. ”

"I'll have to keep up with the etudes tomorrow. ”

To some extent, playing Mozart feels the most important, and playing Chopin requires real practice.

As for the concerto, it seems that for the time being, it cannot be counted on the guidance of Mozart until K488 has been completed to some extent.

As time passed, Qin Jian, who was wandering in the hall, still felt a sense of depression in his heart.

I casually found a piano and sat down, and the Qin key player played it, from the winter wind to the sorrowful three, from the girl in the garden to the sharp board movement in F minor.

Under the rhythm of one song after another in the whole hall, his eyes kept looking indifferently at the white oil paintings on the wall, and his thoughts flowed freely with his ten fingers, and no one knew what was going on in his mind at this time.

Gradually, the music calmed down more and more.

Long.

Qin Jian gently put away his hands and turned to walk towards his cabin.

The sixth day of the Lunar New Year ended uneventfully.

And his unknown journey is actually getting closer and closer.

Unconsciously, time passed quietly in the midst of practicing, eating, and sleeping.

February 22, 2014.

The weather was fine.