Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye, and the filming process of "Chaconn" was proceeding in an orderly manner with the long and pervasive musical atmosphere in Vienna. By this time, most of the outdoor scenes in Vienna had been filmed, and the infield scenes with the most scenes were also put into the process.
In the past half month, due to the lack of some necessary musical skills, Lin Xi's role was ng a few times. Fortunately, Raymond waited so hard for so many years, and it was not bad for these few times, so he didn't get angry, and he didn't even yell at Lin Xi.
This just made Lin Xi feel uneasy.
He didn't let go of the only six or seven hours of rest, eating and sleeping in a day. Either to discuss the plot with Raymond, or to find the sense of music with the on-site sound effects staff, the whole person was as busy as a spinning top, and couldn't stop at all.
Finally, when Lin Xi and Raymond were discussing about the next shot endlessly, Uno stepped forward and pulled the skinny young man to his side, and said with a blank face: "I want to do it too." Discuss the plot with you."
Suddenly being pulled over by someone, Lin Xi was stunned for a while, then frowned, and said in disgust: "Don't make trouble, go play." Then he turned around and talked with Raymond, "Raymond De, tomorrow this shot..."
Uno: "..."
The sky is getting late, and the bright stars are hanging all over the night. On the European-style small street with a brick red background, a tall and straight man stood beside the young man silently, watching quietly without saying a word. It wasn't until the staff packed up all the things and waited for the shooting to start the next day that Lin Xi smiled and nodded, and finished discussing with Raymond about several important shots for tomorrow.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Uno who had been standing aside for an unknown amount of time. The light amber eyes widened slightly, and Lin Xi asked in surprise, "When did you stand here?"
"..." After being silent for a while, Uno replied in a low voice: "Not long." The tone was sad and helpless, as if silently accusing himself. The hanging street lamp on the side of the road exudes a faint halo yellow light, which shines on Uno's profound facial features, making it even more handsome and elegant.
But Lin Xi didn't notice the other party's abnormality. He nodded clearly and said, "Go back to the hotel early today to rest. Tomorrow, we have to rush to finish filming the location scene." After a pause, he continued: "Ji Chengshu just left , Wang Fang is not familiar with the place here, and the foreign language is not very good. Would you like to ask Zhao Xian to take him along?"
Uno nodded: "Okay."
Lin Xi bent his eyes gratefully, and before he could say any words of thanks, Raymond stood up from the director's chair. He clapped the thick script in his hand, and said, "Mantes, the soundtrack team should be here tomorrow. It just so happens that Lin Xi doesn't know much about this, so you can take him there to ask and learn. .”
Lin Xi's gaze hadn't moved away from Uno. He was just about to turn his head to ask about Raymond's soundtrack team, when he was surprised to see an indescribably complicated expression on Uno's usually calm face. . Frowning tightly, his dark eyes deepened a bit, and Uno said in a low voice: "It's not possible to finish the soundtrack and send it to the post-processing? Why did you come to the scene?"
When Raymond heard this, a schadenfreude smile appeared on his face: "The person in charge is here to get better auditory effects and emotional elements, so I came here to inspect the shooting situation of the crew, and I want to get more inspiration from the live shooting. After a pause, Raymond spread his hands and said, "It's not easy to invite them, so don't make a fool of yourself tomorrow."
The undisguised displeasure simply appeared on Uno's handsome face, and he let out a cold snort from his nose, saying, "I never knew that they still need to get inspiration from the live shooting."
"Isn't this just caring about you by the way, why are you so excited." Hearing Uno's words, the smile on Raymond's face became brighter again. After changing his previous serious and rigid image, Raymond handed the script in his hand to the assistant beside him, turned to look at Lin Xi, and asked, "Lin, didn't you always want to ask about the soundtrack of the movie?"
Lin Xi had long been confused by the conversation between the two, and suddenly heard Raymond's question, he nodded subconsciously: "Yes. The staff responsible for the on-site sound effects mentioned before that the soundtrack team this time will It would be a big deal, but he didn't reveal who it was."
Raymond pointed to the sauce-colored Uno, and said, "Ask Mantes, he is the most familiar."
Lin Xi looked at Uno strangely, his gaze froze the moment he touched him. He had never seen Uno with such an expression before, and he turned his face aside awkwardly, because of the angle of the light, Lin Xi couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. But no matter what, he felt that the other party at this time was really... a little cute.
Raising his eyebrows lightly, Lin Xi said flatly, "Anyway, I'll know tomorrow, so I don't need to ask any more."
Raymond shook his head consciously and bored, just when the assistant director came to discuss with him about tomorrow's venue, he walked aside, leaving Lin Xi and Uno still standing there. The cool spring night breeze swept over Lin Xi's thin windbreaker, and he couldn't help tightening his clothes a little, when he heard a magnetic sound suddenly.
"Actually... the soundtrack team this time is Germany's Ammon Orchestra." Hearing this, Lin Xi raised his eyes to look at Uno, only to see that the latter's black eyes were slightly closed, looking at him expressionlessly, and continued: "You may not know that the Ammon Orchestra is one of the world's top symphony orchestras, and it performs in China every year."
Even Lin Xi, who has no knowledge of the classical music world, reacted instantly when he heard the name of Tianchao. He exclaimed: "Heavenly Dynasty?!"
Uno nodded indifferently: "Yes."
"I didn't expect Raymond to invite this team to dub the movie. It's really... a big deal." Lin Xi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
But Uno saw a trace of darkness in his dark eyes. He looked at the young man's thoughtful appearance, sighed softly, and said, "Actually, the chief conductor of the Ammon Orchestra is... Ansjar Yarman, The first violinist is Oskie."
"!"
This shocking news made Lin Xi stunned for a whole night, and he didn't recover until the next day when he applied ice cubes to the blue-black eyes under his eyes, and he slowly digested everything. The final location scenes have all been filmed, probably due to complicated moods and trance, Lin Xi ng twice this morning, which made Raymond quite depressed.
Chen Yajing approached Lin Xi directly while she was putting on makeup, and asked straight to the point: "Lin Xi, do you know that the person in charge of the soundtrack team is coming today?"
"..." Closing her eyes and letting the makeup artist gently brush her face, Lin Xi said helplessly, "Well, I see."
Chen Yajing simply pulled a chair and sat down beside Lin Xi. She looked up at the makeup artist carefully, and then spoke in fluent Chinese: "Lin Xi, don't worry, Uncle An Erman is still You are very talkative. In fact, for so many years, they have been very anxious about Uno's life-long event, I think they must have come to thank you specially today."
"...You mean, they know about Uno and me...?"
Chen Yajing asked in surprise, "Don't you know?"
"..." This news undoubtedly made things worse, and made Lin Xi's already nervous mood even more depressed. After the makeup artist put on the last bit of makeup, Lin Xi opened his eyes, turned to look at Chen Yajing helplessly, and said, "Sister Chen, you really told me... shocking news."
"My God, Uno didn't tell you? That guy really is, you must tell him well. You haven't told you about such a big thing, it's too much." Chen Yajing's round eyes Showing a kind of justice filled with indignation, he said: "You must punish him to kneel on the washboard. Remember to be careful... well, it seems that there is something wrong with the clothing team. Sister Chen will take a step first, and we will talk about it later, Lin Xi."
Lin Xizheng was surprised by Chen Yajing's sudden disguise. He followed Chen Yajing's last line of sight and turned around, only to see that the man with outstanding temperament had already walked behind him. Seemingly not hearing what Chen Yajing said, Uno closed his eyes slightly and asked, "What did Erica tell you just now?"
This is the crew's first indoor scene, and a small room is rarely arranged in the dressing room. Without the noisy and intoxicating spring breeze and the dazzling sunlight outside the window, Lin Xi looked at Uno seriously for a long time, and saw that the expression on the latter's face became unnatural.
"… What's wrong?"
Clenching her back teeth, Lin Xi sneered and said, "Sister Chen didn't say anything, but did you forget to tell me?"
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"Hehe, I heard from Wang Fang yesterday that the durians in Vienna seem to have a very different taste from those in the Tian Dynasty, and the shells are also extraordinarily hard. When are you going to buy two?"
The topic suddenly changed direction. Although Uno felt strange in his heart, he still didn't care too much and asked, "Since when did you like eating durian?"
Glancing at Uno ruthlessly from the corner of his eye, Lin Xi turned around and never gave him another look, leaving only a light sentence: "I don't like durian. But... I want to see it, it's enough Can the hard shell hold the weight of your knees?"
"..."
Uno definitely didn't buy the durian, and Lin Xi was naturally speaking in a moment of anger. But after this day, the man who dug his own grave finally tasted the bitter fruit he sowed. Except for filming, the angry young man didn't pay any attention to his words, that is, Uno bought the most famous local sak cake and held it with both hands, and Lin Xi also gave it to the drooling Wang in the next second. square.
Without throwing a word of thanks to Uno, Lin Xi turned his eyes to look at Wang Fang who was eating happily, and said with a smile: "Little Fatty Wang, do you feel that you have gained a lot of weight recently?"
"!" Wang Fang suddenly widened Yuanyuan's eyes, trying to deny: "No! Boss, don't slander me!"
Reaching out and ravaging the fat little fat man's fleshy cheeks, Lin Xi smiled teasingly, and said, "It's time to weigh it, it can be sold."
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Uno who was sidelined: "..."
However, everything seemed to be just Lin Xi's worry in vain. After filming the scene for a whole day, there was not even a trace of the soundtrack team. The filming of the last scene has already started, and everyone in the crew has once again plunged into the tense shooting atmosphere, and Lin Xi has long since lost her mind to care about this issue.
In this scene, Kasde personally performed "Chaconne" for Mo Qing.
The bright and bright moonlight shone through the tall Gothic five-color windows, and the originally clear and pure colors were diluted to be ambiguous and hazy, winding and elongating on the ground, as if telling some unknown small changes.
Mo Qing sat quietly on one side of the black piano bench, his eyes fixed on the black and white keys. A pair of slender and beautiful hands kept sliding on the black and white keys, with well-defined bones and carefully trimmed nails. Sliding and jumping, the beautiful and moving notes seemed to overflow from the piano, scrambling to get into Mo Qing's ears, making his already addicted consciousness even more blurred.
The flickering light shone on those noble hands, and Mo Qing seemed to be able to see elf-like notes dancing in Kesde's hands, dancing a sad single-person waltz, and everything in front of him turned into a melancholy one. blue.
Mo Qing's eye sockets gradually turned red, and after the last sound, her beautiful eyes were already a little moist. It was obviously a happy ending, but he felt a kind of sadness and despair in his ears, as if he was watching all the most cherished things disappear before his eyes, helpless and hesitant.
After getting along these days, Mo Qing's perception of Kasde has already changed. At first he thought that the man standing at the top of the band was quite arrogant and rude, and even ruthlessly suppressed many newcomers. But... He gradually found out that he was wrong.
The reason why the band wanted to dismiss that person was not because he was abusing his private power and making profits for himself, but because that person was simply a rascal. Going to the casino with wages to gamble heavily every day, and even insulting and beating his wife and parents every day, is simply a scumbag who insults music.
Also, what he should have understood from the very beginning, how could a person who can play such beautiful music be a person with a twisted and ugly mind
"What your "Chaconne" lacks most is actually a kind of experience." Kesde's deep voice sounded in Mo Qing's ear, "Bach wrote countless works in his life, but "Chaconne" is one of his pinnacle works. 1. A truly good work should not only have gorgeous inflections and moving melodies, but also have deep feelings hidden under the notes."
Hearing this, Mo Qing immediately reached out and carefully wiped away the tears in his eyes, then raised his head to look at the other party. The space of the piano bench is very small, and the distance has long been close. When the young man raised his head this time, the last space was finally submerged.
Mo Qing's straight nose brushed against Kasde's lips, feeling the warm touch on the skin, he froze immediately, not daring to move again. Two blushes appeared on his cheeks, and the distance between Mo Qing's plump lips and the graceful jaw was less than one centimeter, as if he could touch the other with just one more movement.
Kesde was also stunned by the young man's sudden action, but it was only for a moment before he moved his seat back. There was still a cold and reserved expression on his face, but his deep eyes began to be touched. He narrowed his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes, quietly looking at the bewildered young man in front of him.
"I'm sorry." A voice as subtle as a mosquito's snort flowed from Mo Qing's lips.
Kesde's gaze stayed on the slightly fluttering eye feathers for a long time before slowly moving away.
"Do you want to go to Eisenach?"
The topic was suddenly diverted, Mo Qing looked up in surprise, and asked, "What are you going to do in Eisenach?"
"That's Bach's hometown." After closing the piano cover, Kesde turned to look at this clean and innocent young man for a long time, and explained: "You don't have enough experience in life, so naturally you can't understand the grief of losing a loved one. So go to AI Sennacher, just take a look at Bach's growth trajectory."
Hearing this, the young man's clear pupils shone with anticipation. He nodded vigorously, as if he had reached the holy place in his heart. And Kesde looked at the joyful Mo Qing with deep eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, but did not speak.
Moonlight is the best cover at this time, hiding this wrong start under Kesde's indifferent expression. Perhaps from the beginning of the promise, he has already embarked on this wrong path. Even three months ago, from the first time he saw this black-haired young man, Kesde's gaze would stop at him unconsciously from time to time.
With the breath of the strange country in his father's mouth, and the color of the south of the Yangtze River that his father said, this young man from the east dreamed like a dream of his, an oriental dream that had been empty for more than twenty years.
Since his parents moved his family to live in Germany, Kesde saw the gloomy and depressing sky in Europe when he was born. He has had a small dream since he was a child, and he has repeated it countless times, soaring in the sky and flying to that mysterious country. There is a sculpture garden different from the French garden, which is a place where small bridges flow. Elegant, fresh, serene, and quiet, everything is too much similar to this young man, so much that at the first glance, he seems to have returned to that dream again.
But at this moment, looking at the slightly reddened corners of the young man's eyes, Kesde couldn't help but feel a stagnation in his throat, and the heart that had been silent for more than twenty years beat violently. The feeling was deep and beautiful, like a poppy, which made him unable to extricate himself.
Perhaps the first encounter from the very beginning was a beautiful accident, a mistake that has been waiting for endless years. But he walked into his end step by step, deeply trapped in it, without any complaints.