King of Classical Music

Entering Vienna in November, the autumn wind is bleak, and the air has a cold taste. Perhaps it is because it is located inside the mainland, unlike London and Paris, with a warm and humid sea breeze. In such a dry and cold weather, once it reaches the night, Vienna is even worse.

拎Use your right hand to lick your own box, pull the sleeves of the coat down, block your fingers, and barely cover the cold wind blowing.

Was blown by the cold wind of this whistling, and when I picked up the other party’s phone, the low-pitched voice had already brought a hoarse meaning: “Hey?”

As soon as I heard the low dumbness in the voice of the youth, I frowned and asked directly: "Is it cold?"

Probably I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat. I didn't take the subway back to the apartment tonight, but I was ready to take a taxi. But today I don't know what happened. He stood on the street for a long time. No empty car stopped, so he stood in the cold wind for a long time.

He coughed softly, tried to moisten the scorpion, and the sound was a little normal: "Well, it seems to be a bit cold. The people in the orchestra are celebrating at the party this evening, so it’s late to play, maybe a little It’s cool.”

The man’s low voice was mixed with some worries: “Go back early, pay attention to keep warm, I remember... there is a convenience store in the street where the apartment is separated. You can buy some **** and cook it.”

At this time, it was just not easy to stop a taxi. He quickly sat in and said with a smile: "Well, it’s not a big deal, it’s just a cold. It’s just a season, a cold is still very common. There are several people in the orchestra who have a cold, don't care too much."

"...but I will feel bad."

The voice was low and mellow, just a few simple words, but it seemed to ring in my heart, let him completely hold it.

After a long time, he reported the driver an address. When he spoke, the voice was involuntarily softer: "Well... I know, I will take care of myself."

Even so, the man on the phone is still very dissatisfied: "I am currently preparing to board the plane to go to the city in Japan, and I will perform at the Concert Hall of the Symphony Orchestra in the city of Tomorrow. What do you need to bring in China? I I will stay in China for three days and I can help you bring it."

I thought about it: "I don't seem to have anything to do. You can help me to the uncles of the S City Symphony Orchestra and Cheng Ayi."

"okay."

In the next twenty minutes, I almost never opened my mouth again. The overbearing man restrained his right to speak on the grounds that "the throat is uncomfortable and less talkable". So along the way, quiet and narrow taxis can only hear the young people’s low voices, "hmm" and "good", and at most they become two words at most -

"not good."

After getting out of the fare, the other party suddenly realized: "I remember... I parked a car in the garage under the floor, you can drive it, and the key should be placed in the second drawer of the entrance."

After entering the apartment, the warmth of the room made the cockroaches slowly comfortable. He pressed the elevator button on the top floor and smiled helplessly: "But you forgot it... I have not yet tested the driver's license. After coming to Europe, I have been very busy. It seems that I can't get out."

I was silent for a while, and when I spoke again, it was amazing: "I asked Daniel to find a driver for you."

戚暮: "..."

For a long time, he said with a smile: "Where there is such exaggeration, Vienna is so big, I don't need a driver." In order to prevent the other party from saying something shocking, he hurriedly shook his hand and said: I have to open the door, I have to hang up."

Hearing the words of "catch-up", the man's voice was a little bit lost: "I have to get on the plane." The tone was low and disappointing, and it seemed very dissatisfied with the result.

I thought about it and smiled. "I remember... The city is already the third last stop of this year's Pok Oi global tour. The penultimate stop... is Vienna?"

"Ok."

The man’s mellow voice, like a cello, sounded in a quiet porch, and he took it to the door. In a thick darkness, he was not in a hurry to move again, just said with a low smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time... Hey, I miss you very much."

For a long time, the phone also replied: "I miss you too."

Even if the background is mixed with the noisy sounds of the airport, the phrase "I miss you very much" makes you feel a bit of pleasure, thinking that this is the best sound you have heard in your life. .

He did not turn on the light, so he stood in the darkness, leaning against the cold mahogany gate, and said with a smile: "I have been practicing piano in your piano room these days... I always think that the piano room is too big. Only one person is really lonely."

"There are four more days."

He smiled and daggered: "Well, there are still four days... Are you coming back?"

"I owe you a concert."

"Well... you owe me a concert."

Then neither of them spoke again. When he heard the call from Daniel on the phone, he realized that the other party really wanted to board the plane.

Somehow, there was an impulse in my heart, and I consciously said: "...come back soon."

The other party was obviously a glimpse, and then whispered, "Okay, I will be back soon."

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back against the door and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know what he was thinking. This ceiling is like the usual Bauhaus style in the room. It has only simple black and white, and uses modern lines to create a modern pattern.

This style is just like that of a man. It is always so simple and elegant, there is no extra words, just a phrase "I miss you very much", and I can't help but keep my heart pounding faster.

He just looked at it and it took a long time to turn on the light and start to scrub.

This apartment...is really big, but maybe it will be small as long as you come back alone.

When I pressed the lamp on the bed and was about to fall asleep, I suddenly realized: "I have already...have not seen it for two months?"

The voice of the young sigh echoed in the quiet and quiet room for a long time, with the thoughts of being rich and fermenting.

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Here, it is safe to sleep, and the members of Bai Ai have also set foot on the land of China, ready to start the third last year of this year.

On the other side of the city of Vienna, sitting in his quiet study, Mr. Evra looked at the news of the gossip in the newspaper, which was a thousand words, and fell into deep meditation.

"... Luo Yusen and... Zayev?!"

The older Mr. Evra, although very close to the current popular affairs, but still enjoys reading time in the evening, still like to read some newspapers - especially about music.

The musical atmosphere in Vienna is so strong that you may find it difficult to find an entertainment newsletter in the newsstand, but if you want to find a classical music newspaper... that's really a lot.

Mr. Evra sees seven or eight newspapers every day, from the most widely distributed "Vienna Music News" to this inconspicuous "music site". If it is not that he looks carefully enough, I am afraid I will ignore this article. A small report.

Before seeing this report, Evra really did not associate Luo Yusen and Zayev, never.

One is the violin chief of Wei Ai, and the second is the second deputy chief of Wei Jiao. These two people should not have any connection, no need to say... According to Evra’s understanding of Zayev, he can Not a guy who likes to be close to young people.

In the quiet and spacious study, a dimly lit table lamp is shining alone. The old-fashioned old man has taken off his commanding suit at this moment, and Evra, who is only wearing a pajamas, usually looks like a neighbor's grandfather.

His fingers pressed the newspaper tightly, and countless creases spread along the place where his fingers pressed, spreading around. After thinking for a long time, Evra took off the reading glasses on the bridge of the nose and raised her hand to rub his own painful temple.

Although others are old, it does not mean that his thinking is rusting.

After a brief hesitation, Mr. Evra made a decisive call.

When he heard the strange voice on the phone, he sighed long and said: "Dorenza, um, it is me, Evra... There is something, I want to tell you face to face... um, This is not easy to say on the phone. I want to meet you personally. I have time tomorrow afternoon. Ok, I am going to Vai Ai to find you... What is it? In fact, this is what I received before. The letter is about..."

In the study room of only one person, Mr. Evra’s tone was flat and he had a good time with Dorensa.

He seems to have realized something hidden behind the scenes, but the truth...

I really can't believe it.

"Maybe... ask Dorensa. Hehe..."

The long sigh was hidden in the study. When Evra got up and left the study, as the light was pressed down, the room was smashed into silence, and the darkness slowly shrouded the secrets that had been hidden here. live.

But... Mr. Evra really didn't think about keeping this secret forever.

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