fingers of musicians

France, Alpes-Maritimes.

On a train heading to a town on the coast of the Côte d'Azur.

"Young gentleman, the flowers in your hand are so beautiful." A little girl about six or seven years old said.

She is wearing a pink skirt, white socks and a pair of black leather shoes, her golden hair is combed into a ponytail, she has a touch of cute freckles on her nose, and a pair of big light blue eyes are staring at the rose in Zhong Guanbai's hand. shy.

Zhong Guanbai smiled and said to the little girl in French: "Thank you. I really want to give you one, but—"

Under the expectant eyes of the little girl, Zhong Guanbai continued without any sense of guilt: "But these flowers are for the gentleman next to me."

The little girl glanced at Lu Zaoqiu who was sitting by the window, then looked at Zhong Guanbai eagerly, and whispered: "A gentleman should give roses to a lady."

The mother of the little girl picked up the little girl, smiled embarrassedly at Zhong Guanbai, then lowered her head and said to the little girl: "A gentleman can also give roses to a gentleman. Well, Elisa, we should Get out of the car."

The little girl was still looking at Zhong Guanbai eagerly.

Lu Zaoqiu took out a bouquet of roses from Zhong Guanbai's hand and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl happily answered, "Sir, you are so generous."

The little girl's mother got out of the car with the little girl in her arms. The little girl was still staring at Lu Zaoqiu through the car window. Zhong Guanbai said sourly, "Sir, you are so generous."

Lu Zaoqiu said: "She just wants flowers, not you."

Zhong Guanbai deliberately asked: "What if she wants me?"

A little smile appeared in Lu Zaoqiu's eyes, "Then we can only throw away the white gloves."

The train stopped in a town by the sea, where the sun was sweet and the sea breeze was sticky.

Lu Zaoqiu rented a house with a grand piano in this small town. It was on the mountain by the sea, and he could see the bay not far away from his yard.

They had just returned from a flower field, and Zhong Guanbai was sitting at the piano writing a tune.

The dual microphones sit above the strings of the grand piano, accurately recording every detail of the sound of the Zhongguan Baiqin.

Zhong Guanbai played until evening, and every time he felt that something was missing, like a field of flowers stretching for miles, he could only play one branch and one leaf.He wanted to change it for a while but couldn't find inspiration, so he was a little upset.

Lu Zaoqiu picked up the violin and played a soothing tune, as if to soothe Zhong Guanbai's anxiety.

Zhong Guanbai stood up and walked around twice, then returned to the piano bench and sat down.

Genius is always extremely sensitive. Some things pass in life, and ordinary people don't notice it at all, but geniuses don't.They suffer from knowing that they once had.

Lu Zaoqiu finished playing a piece, walked behind Zhong Guanbai, and said, "Don't be impatient."

Zhong Guanbai played a few sounds, then withdrew his hand: "Chief Lu, I think I must have been held by God before, but now he has let go."

Lu Zaoqiu leaned down, stretched out his hand and placed it above Zhong Guan's white hand: "He didn't let go. Come."

Zhong Guanbai played for a while, but still couldn't find the feeling.

Lu Zaoqiu said: "This is not a matter of a day or two. Skills depend on practice, you have practiced enough these days, emotion depends on stimulation, if you can't find the feeling, it means you have not been touched." He took Zhong Guanbai's hand hand, "Stop playing for now. Let's go for a walk."

The two walked along the path on the mountain, the breeze brought the smell of plants, and the sunset over the sea made the whole seaside town extraordinarily gentle.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu's profile, and suddenly said, "Chief Lu, it seems like I haven't read a poem to you for a long time."

Lu Zaoqiu looked at the surface of the sea and smiled: "It's true or false."

Zhong Guanbai said: "You know my level."

Lu Zaoqiu stopped and kissed Zhong Guanbai lightly: "Don't read."

Zhong Guanbai licked his lips with aftertaste, "You are a bright moon on the sea—"

Lu Zaoqiu smiled and said in a low voice, "Shut up."

After speaking, he kissed Zhong Guanbai forcefully, his lips and teeth intertwined, and his breathing intertwined.

Zhong Guanbai got a long kiss, satisfied and out of breath, he didn't talk about reciting poems anymore.

After walking for a long time, they suddenly heard the sound of a piano, as if it came from a restaurant at the end of the alley.

As soon as Zhong Guanbai heard it, he knew that the level was very average, he said: "Come on, Chief Lu, let's go in and show off."

The piano player was a young girl in her early twenties. Zhong Guanbai walked over and coaxed the girl down with a few words. He sat on the piano and played Debussy's "Sound and Fragrance in the Twilight".

The sound of the piano flows quietly in the restaurant, rendering the night outside the restaurant more tender.

When the song was over, there were applause and admiration from all around.

Not far away, the applause of a tall man with emerald eyes was particularly loud.He stood up and said to Zhong Guanbai: "'Lessonsetlesparfumstournentdansl'airdusoir.'"

Zhong Guanbai smiled and said nothing.

The man came over, put his hands on the piano, stared straight at Zhong Guanbai with his green eyes, and said in a voice that was deliberately lowered, "This is Debussy's "Lessonsetlesparfumstournentdansl'airdusoir", how beautiful it is!" Ah, don't you? Do you know where the name comes from?"

Zhong Guanbai said: "Baudelaire's poem, "Harmony at Evening", the third line."

"Do I have the honor to know you?" The man stretched out his hand in surprise and admiration, and introduced himself, "Lance, you can play the violin well."

Zhong Guanbai lowered his head and smiled when he heard the phrase "he plays the violin well", then shook his head.

Lance thought Zhong Guanbai didn't believe it, "Oh, sir," he returned to his seat and took out the violin from the violin case, "are you interested in playing a piece with me? You will definitely experience that wonderful feeling , that is the power of music."

Zhong Guanbai raised his chin towards Lu Zaoqiu who was watching him from a distance: "I'm just the piano accompanist for that gentleman over there. He is the best violinist I have ever seen."

Lance glanced at Lu Zaoqiu, and said in a voice determined to win, "Maybe I can compare with him."

Zhong Guanbai laughed: "Compared to what."

Lance: "Maybe you will find that you are more suitable to be my accompanist."

Zhong Guanbai shook his head, "That's not acceptable. He is my boyfriend."

Lance became more interested. Zhong Guanbai started to exercise again after arriving in France, and his muscle lines have recovered a lot. The sun in South France has tanned his skin to a light honey color, which is very beautiful.

Compared with Lu Zaoqiu, who is tall and thin, with pale skin all year round, Zhong Guanbai's style is more popular with Europeans and Americans. Lance raised his eyes on purpose, looking between Zhong Guanbai's buttocks and legs: "Maybe in other aspects , I am more suitable for you...he is too thin."

Zhong Guanbai was impatient and wanted to leave, "No, I only like him like that."

Lance said meaningfully: "That's because you haven't tried something different."

Without waiting for Zhong Guanbai to reply, he carried the violin and walked towards Lu Zaoqiu who was sitting in the distance.

A skinny Asian man like Lu Zaoqiu was not enough for Lance. He said condescendingly to Lu Zaoqiu: "Let's compare, who wins—" Lance turned his head and blinked at Zhong Guanbai, "That beauty today Whose night is it."

Chapter8 ["Concert Fantasy on Carmen Op.25: Moderato"-Pablo Martín Melitón de Sarasatey Navascués]

People eating around are watching a good show.

The restaurant owner also leaned against the bar with great interest, and made a "good luck" gesture to Lance.

Lance glanced around, satisfied with the grand occasion of being watched, he gestured to Lu Zaoqiu with his bow, "You come first or I come first?"

To see a person's level, you can see how he uses the piano.

Lu Zaoqiu stood up, glanced at Lance's violin, looked indifferent, and said with a standard Parisian accent, "I can't find a reason to play the violin."

Lance raised an eyebrow, "Isn't beauty the best reason?"

"Of course. But," Lu Zaoqiu chuckled, as if he had heard a not-so-advanced joke, and gave a smile out of politeness, "He was originally mine."

"Maybe it won't be after the game." Lance rolled up his short-sleeved sleeves on purpose, as if wearing a sleeveless vest, revealing his strong arm muscles. She straightened her waist, and a large bag at the crotch of Hua's tight pants moved accordingly, which was very eye-catching.

Lu Zaoqiu glanced at Lance's lower body, with a calm expression on his face, but his left hand by his side was behind his back.

The fingers were closed one by one, the knuckles were tense and slightly whitish.

Lance looked at Lu Zaoqiu, "Don't you dare?"

Lu Zaoqiu's right hand pinched the second knuckle of the little finger of his left hand indiscriminately, with a cold light in his eyes, "Come on."

Lu Zaoqiu has always been restrained and calm, and he never paid attention to this kind of groundhog that came out of nowhere in the field.Zhong Guanbai didn't know what happened to Lu Zaoqiu today, but he was willing to condescend to throw white gloves at the groundhog.

Lance made a gesture of handing the piano generously: "Do you need me to let you come first?"

Lu Zaoqiu said lightly, "I'll let you."

Zhong Guanbai walked over quickly, stood beside Lu Zaoqiu, and made a joke in French to ease the atmosphere: "You two gentlemen, it seems that dueling is not popular in France anymore, is it?"

After speaking, he leaned close to Lu Zaoqiu's ear and said attentively: "Chairman Lu, let's go home, let's go home."

Lu Zaoqiu glanced at him: "Wait a minute."

"Baby Helen, this is the Battle of Troy." Lance gave Zhong Guanbai a bright smile, and performed an exaggerated medieval salute, "Baby Helen, can you accompany me?"

Helen, mother, who is baby Helen, Zhong Guan said with a white smile, "I refuse."

"You are so lucky, now baby Helen is only willing to accompany you." Lance said to Lu Zaoqiu.After he finished speaking, he had to ask the girl who was playing the piano in the restaurant to accompany him, "Carmen Fantasy, Waxman."

Zhong Guanbai was speechless, well, Carmen, this is another story about a woman who ran away with another man.

Lance half-closed his eyes, tilted his head intoxicatedly, tilted his jaw to the left, clamped the violin with his neck, and made an exaggerated opening gesture with his hand.

The opening of the piano is the music of the matador scene in the opera, which ignites the atmosphere of the whole restaurant at once.

Lance closed his eyes, and at the same time as the last accent of the piano fell, he lifted the bow very neatly, a series of coherent bows, followed by a series of extremely fast fingering changes with his left hand.

Zhong Guanbai's eyes changed slightly, this is no ordinary groundhog.

Lu Zaoqiu's face was calm, without any emotion.

The violin was obviously a few ranks higher than the accompanying piano, and the ensemble was a little disharmonious, but Lance didn't care.

When he reached the fast and urgent part at the end, some people couldn't help standing up and preparing to applaud him.

The last bow--

Very short and clean, the sound is like cracking silk.

Lance held a dulcimer bow, with a warm and generous gesture, as if he was openly inviting the palm. His emerald eyes shone like real gems under the dim light of the restaurant.

He walked towards Lu Zaoqiu amid applause and applause, and handed out the violin bow.

"Menelaus, I'm going to take your Helen away." Lance said proudly.

Lu Zaoqiu took the violin, and Lance saw the light scars on his fingers, and his emerald eyes moved: "Have you been injured, or have you had surgery?"

Lu Zaoqiu ignored him and raised the violin to tune it.

"Hey, I don't want to bully the injured." Lance raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry, my pitch is fine."

"I only trust my own ears." Lu Zaoqiu tilted his head and gave Zhong Guanbai a look.

Zhong Guanbai gave Lu Zaoqiu a clear look, then sat down on the piano bench tacitly, and gave a reference note.

Lu Zaoqiu closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the piano, and twisted the A string very slightly with his left hand, then used the bow to draw a double tone, and adjusted the other three strings in sequence according to the A string.

For the sake of Lu Zaoqiu playing the violin, if he didn't want to use the piano in the restaurant as accompaniment, he could have given a most suitable benchmark A based on his own ears and the needs of the repertoire.

Lance glanced ruefully at the piano.

No matter how accurate his violin is, he forgot that this is just an ordinary piano in a street restaurant, and there must be a slight deviation from the standard 440Hz. That's right.

In Lu Zaoqiu's ears, there is no difference in pitch, and there are only two possibilities for pitch, either right or wrong.

Lance looked at Lu Zaoqiu who had already adjusted his voice, and realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

Lu Zaoqiu turned around and said to Zhong Guanbai: "Carmen Fantasy."

Zhong Guanbai laughed, and two characters appeared in his mind——

Meng Sao.

He suppressed a smile and asked, "Sarasate?"

Lu Zaoqiu responded lightly.

Zhong Guanbai thought, Chief Lu probably wanted to throw the white glove in the other party's face today. If it's not good to pull, he also wants to pull Carmen. If the other party pulls Waxman, he wants to pull Sarasate.

Sarasate is relatively flamboyant. He is good at playing the violin and likes to show off his skills when writing music.The two "Carmen Fantasias" are both taken from the opera "Carmen", and they are very similar, but Sarasate's one obviously adds a lot of complicated and difficult violin skills.

Lu Zaoqiu is not usually this kind of person, and today I don’t know which vinegar jar he fell into. Zhong Guan Bainao made up a Q version of Lu Zaoqiu who accidentally fell into a big vinegar jar. Look at the broad shoulders and narrow Lu Zaoqiu, who had a slightly thin waist, held the violin expressionlessly, with a cool and independent attitude, which made him feel very cute.

Lu Zaoqiu slightly turned his head towards the piano, Zhong Guanbai raised his hand, and the accompaniment overture sounded.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Lu Zaoqiu raised his bow, and the violin sound like a narrative poem flowed out accompanied by the sound of the drum like a drum.

The sound of the piano gradually moved towards the first climax, and the piano gradually became stronger and weaker with the sound of the violin.

With a few plucks and a few taps of the bow, Zhong Guanbai's piano accompaniment stopped, and then started the next section with Lu Zaoqiu's head tilt.

Lance stared at Lu Zaoqiu's fingers and was fascinated for a moment.

He had never found such a charm in this oriental man who was too thin in his opinion. This man had a cold temperament, like an iceberg, but when he played the violin, the sound of the violin seemed to be ignited by something, with a scorching glow inside. warm and bright light.

Lu Zaoqiu closed his eyes, his fingers were moving on the strings, and the bow was jumping at such a speed that it was almost invisible.

He deliberately made an impromptu adaptation in the fourth part of the whole song. Zhong Guanbai moved his ears and suddenly looked up at Lu Zaoqiu. Lu Zaoqiu turned his head and looked at Zhong Guanbai with sharp and hot eyes. coercion.

That is a violinist's trust in a pianist.

It was Lu Zaoqiu's expectation for Zhong Guanbai.

He can't live up to it.

Zhong Guanbai's spirit was greatly lifted, and the accompaniment protruded, echoing with the violin.

Each of the ten fingers on the black and white keyboard is connected to a beating heart. In Zhong Guanbai's heart, half is the piano under his hand, and the other half is Lu Zaoqiu in front of him. Hot blood rushes out from the heart, bringing Ideals and lovers flow all over the body.

The sound of the violin and the piano seemed to be the only sounds left in the world, and the restaurant seemed to have turned into a concert hall, where they were playing a symphony of two people.

The last two bows of the violin passed heavily, and the restaurant burst into applause.

Zhong Guanbai suddenly stood up and walked towards Lu Zaoqiu.At the same time, Lu Zaoqiu turned around and walked towards Zhong Guanbai with the violin and bow.

Zhong Guanbai stood in front of Lu Zaoqiu, looking at each other.

Lu Zaoqiu couldn't help lowering his head, and his lips touched Zhong Guanbai's.

Zhong Guanbai suddenly went crazy and pressed Lu Zaoqiu on an empty dining table next to the piano, kissed and chewed fiercely, and said while kissing:

"Lu Zaoqiu, you are my God—"

"You took my hand again."

"Hey, Helen, Menelaus, stop it, that's my violin," Lance yelled, "You're going to crush my violin! Well that's not mine, it's my client's Jean, he's going to pay me for it, and I didn't insure the violin—"

Zhong Guanbai let Lu Zaoqiu go, Lu Zaoqiu had no expression on his face, but his lips were red, swollen and moist, and the corners of his mouth were even a little bit torn.

Lance said slightly dissatisfied: "Oh, Helen, you're going to kiss baby Menelaus to death."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Lu Zaoqiu walked over and returned the violin to Lance.

Lance saw Lu Zaoqiu approaching, his face suddenly became solemn, and the flamboyant and exaggerated temperament on his body faded away. He took the violin with one hand, and stretched out his other hand solemnly towards Lu Zaoqiu, like a famous family gentleman.

"Rediscovery. Luthier Lance Chaumont."