[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Joey knew that people who are talking and laughing with wine glasses here at this moment will not understand the art of Van Gogh.

To tell them his madness is the loneliness of the lighthouse is nothing short of playing the piano to the cow.They would just see her as an unreasonable, tasteless, stupid patron.

But she just couldn't help it.

She remembered the letter he had read to his younger brother: "One day, someone will understand my value. Someone will be willing to pay for my paint and living costs, because my value is far more than that."

It was precisely because she knew the roads he had been soaked in blood and tears that when she walked into his life from a bystander, she couldn't just watch everything happen.

The only good thing is that she already has the right to speak here.

Want to debate?She doesn't need it.

"I'm not an artist, nor an art dealer. I'm just a person who appreciates art." Joy said frankly, "How can a painting be the most valuable?"

"Not because it fetched sky-high prices at auction."

She is rich, and she is not an art dealer.

"Not because it's highly skilled."

She is not an art school examiner.

"Not because it can attract the envy of others."

She has experienced it many times, and it is not rare.

Joey looked around at the people who were shocked by him, and smiled: "I like it, I would like to buy it, I saw the ray of starlight that touched me in it, and I want to own it - that is my unique painting."

"And the person who painted this painting is the one and only painter I love."

This occasion is not an occasion for debate.The key lies in momentum.

So, she was upset that the master she had fancied was being ridiculed so much, so she used her speech skills to make a few nonsense.Not seeking logic, just trying to overwhelm the audience with momentum.

At this moment, no one expected that these few words would set off a whirlwind in the art world in the future, and was eventually traced back to the "opening speech" of a certain cross-century painting school.

However, many people were indeed shocked by another thing.

What about the gentle, shy, petite Miss Fernandez?

How could she speak so arrogantly!

Only a man with a moustache whispered to his female companion: "That's her, this Miss Fernandez has two faces. People say she is gentle and elegant, but I have seen her domineering before - that is the little girl." The time when the architect was revoked by us."

The crisp copper bell rang——

"Ladies and gentlemen, the concert will start in 15 minutes, please enter and take your seats."

Opera halls are more magnificent than ballrooms.

Copper angels of various shapes are laughing and chasing outside the golden box. The golden fence overlaps with the dark brown solid wood background layer by layer.All the boxes were full, and the bright jewels on the ladies' bodies reflected the warm lights, as if the sky was full of stars.

The stars all over the sky darkened, and the brilliant brilliance fell on the center of the stage.

The wine-red curtain tens of meters high slowly opened, and the symphony orchestra behind the curtain was all in place.The brass pipes are golden, and the dark or light wood color of the violin reflects the warm light.

The applause suddenly thundered.

Sarasate walked to the center of the stage together with the conductor, holding the Stradivari violin presented by the queen in his arms.

At this time, the 30-year-old violinist had not yet had the unruly unruly hairstyle of his middle age. His thick black hair was neatly combed back, and his tall figure was highlighted by a black tuxedo.

The shy black-haired boy deep in his memory has indeed grown up.

Joey smiled slightly.

The mellow A sound of the oboe sounded, and the bows of the string part moved in response.

She likes the moment when the symphony orchestra is tuning the most—the sweet standard tone spreads from one violin to dozens of violins, like ripples in a peaceful lake.Those vibrations from the golden strings have been rippling to people's hearts, evoking irresistible throbbing.

After tuning, the handsome musician turned his head and smiled gracefully at the audience.

The invisible curtain fell, and everyone held their breath.

Sarasate closed her eyes.

The wrist moves with the breath, and the bow kisses the strings.

The long and melancholy background is like the setting sun shining on the fiery red heels of the dancers.The dance steps rotate gently, and the golden tassels are finely broken.

"Introduction and Rondo Capriccio".

Capriccio refers to different musical styles in different periods, but since the Romantic era, it has meant a kind of lively, free music that can be played by the player's imagination.

"This is a piece specially composed for Mr. Sarasate by the French composer Saint-Saëns. The work was completed in 1863, and Mr. Sarasate's first performance was in 1872." Joey flipped through the exquisite performance manual, with gilded cursive characters Write an introduction like this.

This work has a strong Spanish style, which is Saint-Saëns' tribute to this talented Spanish performer.

As the music progresses, the melody of Habanera cuts in strongly, and the warm and bright music splashes crisp waves.Gypsy-style gorgeous arpeggios appear from time to time in the gorgeous phrases, like flowers blooming in spring.

Joey couldn't help closing his eyes.

The 15 years of time not only left traces of time on the boy, but also turned into shining stars, which sprinkled into his music.

Compared with the past, his piano skills are more proficient.The bow has become a part of his body, and when it dances elegantly and deftly over the strings, it exudes ultimate purity and elegance.

Like larks singing.

Like the morning sun kissing the ice.

The mellow dewdrops slide down, and the warm and bright brocade unfolds gracefully.Behind Huajin is a large piece of pure clear sky, and the bright sunlight melts into flowing golden yellow, which merges into the golden sunflower field in the manor in Madrid.

Thousands of sunflowers are in full bloom, and the faltering little girl is chasing the boy with the piano case on her back in her little red leather shoes: "Mr. Sarasate, you have to work hard to learn the piano! You will definitely become the The best violinist ever!"

The boy turned his head and waved at her.

The little girl just stood there holding a sunflower, watching the boy's figure get smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared at the end of the endless golden flower field.

Suddenly there was a hint of wetness in the corner of his eyes.

For a moment, Joey seemed to feel yearning from another time and space.

Nothing to do with status, nothing to do with love.It was a princess who disappeared, a splendid summer that could never come back.

She wiped away the sparkle from the corners of her eyes and smiled.

Dear Princess Rose, don't worry.Your Mr. Sarasate has really become the number one violinist in the world.

He is back.

……

Antonio is distracted.

In fact, he knew that not long ago, a painter lived in the Fernandez House.

Completely just overheard.

Joey never told him about the painter's existence.

He didn't care about these things at first, until he saw Joy open the door and walk in, defending her "unique" painter with a queen-like attitude.

Some people were discussing that the always gentle and lovely Miss Fernandez actually had a second face.

Antonio suddenly remembered that he had seen her like that before.

I saw it the first time I met it.

When they met for the first time on St. George's Day last year, she threatened him and asked him to help her escape Xiu En's stalking.

At one moment, he seemed to be smiling at him like an angel covered with sunshine, and at the next moment, he stretched out the devil's little claws to his painting.

At that time, he thought he would never see that unpredictable girl again, just like a ray of wind blowing through his world.

But within a few days, she fell from the sky in the cafe next to the school and told everyone that he was her architect.

She stood by him when he was disqualified as an architect, choking the old men of the town hall into silence.

He had doubts.

Why did Joey seek him, and why did he say those things to him?

There is no unreasonable kindness.

Just because he doesn't care and doesn't need it doesn't mean he doesn't understand.

His relatives all passed away early, but they left him with an abundance of love.He lives alone in the world, and the company of stones is enough to be happy.

Until the purple-eyed girl broke into his life with an irresistible gesture.

She said, "I can swear you will be the greatest architect of our time, bar none."

She said, "Antonio, be my architect."

She said...well, she knocked him on the head: "Antonio, do you think your manuscript is bewitched to draw itself?"

He couldn't describe the feeling.

But since she came to him, it was like bringing something in his soul that he never had and would never have.

The doubts have never been answered, and he also inadvertently discovered a secret of hers, but this has not affected the relationship between them——

He was her architect, she his patron.

The power of time is terrifying.He has never pursued companionship, but he has gradually gotten used to this normal state, and even subconsciously feels that she will always be his patron alone.

It wasn't until today that he saw her eruption again as a bystander, and he suddenly woke up.

She is like a rose.

A rose that is truly alive and rooted in the earth.

Beautiful flowers are for friends, sharp thorns are for enemies.

But these are "others".

And in the deep underground, those root systems that no one can see belong only to her.

He is her friend now, so she stands with him.

...but she has a friend again.There will be a hundred friends.

Even, the righteous indignation she showed today was something he had never seen before when she defended herself.

She gave this intense emotion to a painter whom she had only met for a few days.

An inexplicable sense of dullness welled up in my heart.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Before that, apart from the ultimate pursuit of his works, he never felt that anything in the world could affect his mood.

But at this moment, a stone grew in his heart.

Antonio, who has worked with stones for many years, knows how to create the most dreamy poems with these thick and gentle guys.But this stone in his heart only made him feel breathless.

He hadn't met the painter face to face, but searching his mind at this moment, it seemed that he did recall some inadvertent memory fragments.

While cleaning the house, Ada muttered and complained: "That Mr. Van Gogh, he drank absinthe like water, ah! He smoked a lot, and the smoke made little Mary cough, ah! I can't bear the sloppy look. Already!"

The dull feeling in my heart added a trace of sour frustration.

...Why on earth is he not even a drunkard?

Antonio struggled for a long time, and finally asked his doubts during the intermission: "Joseph, should I exercise my drinking capacity?"

Speaking of which, he may not be as good at drinking as Joey.

"Ah?" Joseph tilted his head to look at him, confused: "Why do you ask that?"

Antonio frowned: "I think it might be that I don't hold too much alcohol, a... girl, she appreciates another man more than me."

Joseph almost spit out the wine again with a "poof", but fortunately he held back this time.

Music is such a magical thing, it can evoke anything.

"Oh," he patted Antonio's shoulder with an inscrutable face: "I don't know if she appreciates another man more because of her drinking capacity."

"I just want to know, who is she?"

"Hey, don't go!"

After the intermission, people sat in the boxes again from the ballroom, and Joseph was still chatting with Antonio, trying to find out who the mysterious lady was from him.

There is no way, in the seats allocated according to the box, the husband and wife family will sit together, while the other male guests and female guests are arranged in separate boxes.

Joseph and Antonio, who had just had a quarrel with their family, sat in the box arranged for them by Count Guell.

But no matter what he said, the little architect put on a posture of not getting into it: "I don't understand what you are saying, dear friend. Either I am drunk, or you are drunk."

Finally, Joseph gave up and turned to the playlist.

His eyes suddenly brightened: "Hey, next is Vivaldi's "Four Seasons"! The evergreen tree at the concert!"

The guy with excess energy immediately poked the little architect, "Antonio, which part do you like inside? I like Dong the most! It's very passionate, and it's as powerful as going to the battlefield."

"Shh, it's time to start!" Someone next to him stopped him.

"Ah?" Antonio was absent-minded, and played back the question just now in his ears.

...So, Spring?

As the warm spring breeze blows, more than a dozen violins play their long bows together, as if a hundred flowers are in full bloom, and the sound of bagpipes winds around the gurgling stream.

Primavera.Four cadenced syllables, the tip of the tongue and the lips collide rhythmically.

This word, which is so beautiful from pronunciation to connotation, seems to blow a gust of wind and roll up the rose petals deep in memory.

Rose petals flew in from the window and were held in his palm.

It was the spring of a year ago. She was sitting at the desk, writing calculation formulas on the thick manuscript paper.And he stood behind her, looking at her, he couldn't help but bend down, "You made a mistake here."

At that moment, they were very close.

Maybe it was his illusion, she had a very faint fragrance.It wasn't the kind of rich perfume that aristocratic women like, but he couldn't help but imagine that the girl in front of him had just come from a rose bush with flowers and leaves.

It has just rained, and water drops are hanging on the tender green leaves.Little by little fell on the window sill, like naughty children jingling the ivory keyboard of the Ella piano.

The transparent sunlight peeped in from the window, her black hair was sprinkled with tiny specks of light like melted gold, and her fair and small neck was exposed under the delicate sideburns.

As soon as he lowered his head, the lingering breeze blew up the new hair on the nape of her neck, just like blowing the fluff of a baby bird.

By coincidence, Antonio couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.

He immediately subconsciously looked to the side.

No one noticed him.Everyone is immersed in the wonderful music.

But he sat in the dark, his whole body froze.

After an unknown amount of time, a vortex of noise suddenly rolled up in the performance hall: "Is this the premiere song?"

"It's the premiere! It's Sarasate's own composition!"

"Everyone," the violinist with beads of sweat on his forehead took the handkerchief from the person next to him, and gracefully wiped off the crystals on his forehead, "I just wrote a first draft of this piece, and I plan to revise it later. put it on stage."

"But after I came to Barcelona, ​​I found someone. This made me change my mind and decided to let this piece of music come to the world in advance."

Everyone became curiously quiet, and there was no sound in the audience, except for Sarasate's deep and magnetic voice.

"When I left Spain in 1859, I never thought that when I came back here, everything would be different. When I trekked on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the American continent, and when I wandered around the European countries full of flowers, What has always maintained me and this land is the love that I always keep in my heart."

……

Amidst the curious guesses of the audience, the huge waves on the stage suddenly set off a great sorrow.

A soul-stirring, gloomy and desolate famous song, thus began its first appearance in the world.

From the opening chapter that shocked the audience, to the mournful tune that then turned into.The gypsy folk tune used in this piece is known as one of the most beautiful violin melodies in the world, and it has an indescribably tragic beauty.

Antonio has always understood the interlinkage of art, and he often separates the architecturally exquisite architectural design from the symphony.

But it is the first time that he has touched the texture of the soul of music so deeply.

Sarasate's enthusiastic confession just now echoed in his mind, perfectly integrated into this piece of music, interwoven into a gorgeous and beautiful background sound.

"I thought this love would always be hopeless."

"I also thought that this love would never be echoed again."

"However, now I want to thank the Lord—he made me see a miracle."

"The last piece of the concert-"Song of the Wanderer" composed by myself. I have been wandering for a long time, but today, I have found my own sun."

The blazing rays of the sun merged with the sea of ​​stars.The heavens and the earth are turned upside down, the stars flow backwards, the mountains and the ocean embrace each other, and the singing of whales in the deep sea reaches the cape in the thousand and first night.The smoky purple lavender flower fields melted into crystal clear eyes, and the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers in the rose market condensed into a fiery red sunset.

The most glorious movement ended abruptly, and the empty Liceu Grand Theater seemed to suddenly leave a quiet void.

At this moment, Antonio heard his own heartbeat.

At the same time, everyone held their breath.

The violinist's chest rose and fell slightly, he held his breath and raised his head.

Under the only focused light, his deep black eyes under thick eyebrows seemed to be stained with starlight.

"Please don't misunderstand me. For me, that girl is my muse, the angel I pray to every day, the god I dream of but dare not have the slightest blasphemy."

The deep voice spit out words slowly and gently, and each word is like a magnificent petal, floating towards the girl they want to embrace.

"This song is dedicated to the little rose in my life."

"Miss Joy Fernandez."

The author has something to say: Your bamboo (qing) horse (di) has arrived, please check it.

[Perceive your own heart from the confession of your rival in love]

--Ah, what a pain to comprehend.

PS The stupid little Annie is out of his mind, don't believe his devilish logic.Drinking doesn't add to one's charisma at all!Won't!It will only endanger your health!

Note: The principle of using names in the article is to use first names as much as possible to distinguish them from the surnames that people usually call historical celebrities; but Sarasate and a cutie that will appear later are both named Pablo, so these two are Refer to it by surname~

Thanks to the little angels who generously fed the nutrient solution. Because of work, I can’t touch electronic equipment from tonight to tomorrow night, so I can’t update it tomorrow, and I can’t ask for leave. The author who can’t add QAQ will kowtow to everyone. , we must work hard to add more in July!