King of Classical Music

In Paris in the autumn night, the temperature is really not worthy of the word with romance.

The VIP room at Charles de Gaulle Airport is a room of less than 20 square meters. The floor is covered with a thick and soft wool carpet. There are various equipments such as computers and TVs. In addition to the most basic sofas and coffee tables, there is also an independent. The bathroom and bath room are available for guests to use.

When I knocked on the door, I was actually looking down at a magazine.

Themusicking.

The airport bought the magazine that was just published this morning very carefully, and handed the beautiful flight attendant to the cockroach, because the photo on the cover of this magazine was the one that was smashed in Berlin last night. Field piano recital silhouette.

However, I actually turned it over at random, and I didn’t take this report to my heart. He is more concerned about an article in the last few pages of the magazine - "Overview of the Top Ten Music Schools in the World".

In this article, I mentioned the National Conservatory of Music in Paris. Although there are only a few hundred words in length, I have found a name that is familiar to my heart. Not long after, he saw the owner of the name with his own eyes.

At this moment, he was pulling the finger of the young man he had thought for more than a month, depicting it in detail.

轻轻 Gently stroke the right index finger of your right hand with your fingertips, licking his full, rounded nails and traversing his slightly raised knuckles. Every musician cares for his own hands, and he is obviously no exception. Every fingernail is trimmed very neatly. There is no other wound except for a thin layer of tweezers on his fingertips. .

"So, say...you will leave soon after you rushed over today?"

The rumored words gently decapitated: "Well, I am leaving." After a pause, he turned his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, saying: "There are more than 20 minutes, it is about to take off. I have to go to the security check in a while."

As I said, the hot air from the mouth vomited on the beautiful and slender fingers of the youth, and it was itchy, so that I couldn't help but pull my fingers away from the other's hands. “Is going to the security check soon?”

He nodded: "Well, there are still about ten minutes... someone should knock on the door."

Generally speaking, each passenger must take a ticket and pass the security check 30 minutes before the plane takes off, otherwise the ticket will be deemed invalid.

However, as I know, this man will never treat himself, so when the plane is about to take off, he will slowly leave from the VIP room, go through the separate security channel, the first to enter the plane. .

I thought about it and asked, "Is there any other flights this evening?"

There was a lost look in the dark, dark scorpion, and he shook his head slightly: "Nothing today."

Listening to this, he also lowered his head in disappointment. The broken hair in front of him hangs down his movements, obscuring his regretless helpless eyes.

I know that I have to lead the orchestra to rehearse the next day, so he can't stop the other party from returning to Berlin. But it was only a little late, but it was not... it made him very sad.

It’s hard to see one side, but only a short period of more than twenty minutes. This short-term meeting is like drinking and quenching thirst. It has no effect at all.

"I will start the third assessment next month...and there are more than two weeks." He whispered. "If I continue to get the first place with high scores in the evaluation, then I will I can really graduate. By the time... I want to go to Vienna."

Listening to the honest words of the youth, I gathered the blind man and said, "Well, Vienna is better than Berlin. If you want to go there, I have a room that is closer to the city center, the last time it was celebrated. The one you went to. It is difficult to find a suitable house in Vienna, you can live with me, and the traffic is very convenient."

I am also welcome: "Is the last time you played the piano to me?"

闵琛 颔 slightly dagger: "It's that. Its soundproofing of the piano room is good, I turned back and let Daniel send the key to you."

He didn't refuse, he gently "hmm", and somehow suddenly remembered a few months ago, he listened to the man in the piano room playing countless first difficult piano skills, while still I got a record that is profound.

He smiled and asked: "Yes, what happened to your piano recital yesterday? I heard Mr. Faller say that your level has improved a lot compared to two years ago, and he is also very surprised." I reached out and stood in front of my eyes. "Say you want to give me a specially recorded record?"

He reached out and held the hand that the young man deliberately extended. He whispered: "Let Daniel send it to you in two days, don't make trouble."

This kind of comforting tone can make you stop, he raised an eyebrow and angered: "I am not a child, you can't give me the record, you can't tell me what song you played last night. ?"

In order to prepare for today's performance last night, the entire National Conservatory of Music in Paris trained at 10 o'clock in the evening. Don't say that it is a piano recital that pays attention to you. When you get home, you don't even want to move your fingers. I fell asleep as soon as I got on the bed.

It’s rare to see the young man’s awkward and arrogant appearance, and he couldn’t help but feel good. His fingers slowly extended into the fingers of the other side, and soon the fingers were intertwined, clearly feeling the temperature in the other hand's palm.

"Then I sing to you?"

Hey, a little sigh: "...sing?" paused. He nodded. "Okay, let's sing and try."

Soon, I regretted this sentence for myself.

In this life, I have never seen such a person with a five-tone incompleteness.

Obviously, I can accurately hear the difference of each semitone, and even hear the similarities and differences of the other people's strings, but when the man sings the melody, he even has half a ——

No, I am in the tune! ! !

How can there be such a kind of five-tone incomplete people in the world? !

The voice is simply a whisper, and it’s clear that it’s beautiful music, but it’s flat and undulating for a long time, so I don’t recognize a small piece of Qilian, let alone guess what it is. The song is gone.

Hey: "Do you like this Chopin's "Mazuka"?"

Hey: "...Is it Mazuka?"

"..."

"You used to... Have you ever sang to anyone?"

Silence for a long time, he shook his head slightly: "You are the first one."

Some people who couldn't bear to hurt each other hesitated for a long while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Listen to the one you just licked... the amount... "Mazuka", don't you really feel a little surprised? ?"

After thinking a little, Jun Jun’s brow screamed: “Is it too fast?”

戚暮: "..."

It’s true that your ears are broken! ! !

Looking at the young man's face, "What to do, reminding me if it is too hurtful." He sneaked a smile on the dark scorpion, and he gently embraced each other, whispering: "Actually... I know that I sing and go, this should be a vocal cord problem, there is no way to get cured. You don't feel sorry for me, I don't really want to sing, can't sing the correct melody or..." What a big deal.

The words in the back were completely submerged in the throat, and I looked at the expressionless face of the youth. My heart suddenly screamed, and an unknown premonition came to my heart.

Sure enough, after half a sigh, he sneered and asked: "You all know... you are incomplete, and still pollute my ears?!!!"

Hey: "..." Wait a minute, isn't it time to feel bad about him...

"I feel that if I don't want to listen to Mazuka anymore, you are the culprit!"

"..." This script is a bit wrong...

"You have to be responsible for this."

"...???"

After thinking for a while, he said: "If you punish you, play a "Mazuka" every day and let me listen."

When I heard this answer, I suddenly stopped. For a long time, he asked: "Do you want to play "Mazuka" every day?"

The young man slowly evoked the lips, and the white face of Junxiu’s face seemed to rain through the sky, revealing a dazzling smile: "Well, every day I have to play it for me. 365 days a year, every day... It is not allowed to fall."

Such a simple discourse is a direct commitment to the future of life.

I felt a little warm in my heart, but I didn’t let him happy for a long time. I saw that my brows were slightly raised. He thought about it: "But... listening to the same song every day seems to be a little tired, then you will play later. Play different "Mazuka", wait until all the "Mazuka Dance" in the world has been played, then start again... write it yourself?"

闵琛: "..."

I have never seen such an "enemy enemy". Whether the other person is angry or happy, his mood will fluctuate with the emotions of the other party.

Even when he put forward such "irrational" punishment, he couldn't get angry at all. Instead, he began to look forward to his life of sorrow and joy. As long as you stay with this young man, time seems to fly fast, even if you listen to the other side to say something about the college, it is very interesting.

When the crew rang the mahogany gate and reminded the plane that they were about to take off, they both squatted. Didn't wait for the opening, just listened to it and replied in French with a loud voice, "Please wait." Then, in a strange gaze, suddenly raised his head and printed another kiss on his lips.

This is the first active kiss, and I didn’t react at all.

I saw a little reddish ear, and after he coughed a little, he whispered: "Be careful on your own, after you arrive in Berlin... remember to send me a message." The bright red color is on the ear of the youth. Let the white skin of the skin reveal a light pink.

Looking at the fascinating appearance of this, I didn't want to do the meaning of Liu Xiahui. He embraced the beloved youth and started a lingering kiss again.

When the other person leaned in his chest and gasped slightly, the scorpion whispered and whispered in the ear: "There are two weeks, and two months."

He stunned slightly, and after a long while, he whispered: "Well... there are two weeks, and two months."

When he stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window of the airport and watched a silver-white passenger plane break through the clouds and disappear into the endless night sky, he slowly closed his eyes and couldn't help but reach out and touch himself. Lips.

... as if I can still feel the temperature of that person.

"There are two more weeks, and... two months."

Whispered in a low voice, he turned decisively and left the Charles de Gaulle airport. When he came, he was full of tension and expectation, and when he left, he took an inevitable determination.

For the next two weeks, he will prepare for the final assessment and greet graduation.

In the next two months, I will lead Pok Oi and start the last global tour of this year.

They separated the two places but worked together.

More than 1,000 kilometers