cold flame

"Wenxuan, why are you here at this time? Have you eaten yet, I'll make you some food." Mother Lin was a little surprised when she saw the son-in-law who opened the door with a briefcase just as she was about to leave.

"No need, mom, I ate in the courtyard." Seeing that there was no one in the living room, Gao Wenxuan said, "You are going to work now, where is Momo?"

"Momo is in the room. The training school that interviewed yesterday called this morning and said they want him to give a trial lecture tomorrow. He can go to work after passing the trial lecture. He is now practicing."

"So hardworking." Gao Wenxuan praised with a smile.

"Isn't that right? I was depressed all night when I came back from the interview yesterday and didn't receive an admission call. This morning I received the re-examination notice and kept practicing. I took a few bites of food at noon and went to my room."

"Dad must be very happy to know that he is like this."

"That's right, your dad said at noon that he has finally grown up and no longer plays around like before. Oh, I'm going to work. You can go to Momo to see how he's doing. If you have nothing to do, you can give me advice."

"Yes, I happen to have a rest in the afternoon."

"Well, you can eat here tonight. I'll buy some food after get off work."

After Mother Lin left, Gao Wenxuan casually put the briefcase on the sofa in the living room, and stood there for a while listening to the intermittent piano sound coming from the room. After a long silence, he approached softly and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Lin Mo saw the person holding the handle at the door, his eyes flickered, and asked, "Why are you?"

Gao Wenxuan asked back: "Why can't it be me?"

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Lin Mo turned around after asking, pretending to continue reading his score.

"Take a break in the afternoon." After finishing speaking, he closed the door to prevent the air conditioner from continuously flowing out.

Gao Wenxuan moved from the door to behind Lin Mo, looked down at the stave he had drawn by hand on the piano, "I heard from my mother that you will give a trial lecture tomorrow, how is your practice going?"

Speaking of this, the expression on Lin Mo's face was obviously not good-looking, and he didn't want to answer, "Not very good."

"There are a lot of tutorial videos on the Internet for this song "Insects Flying". Have you watched it? Learn to speak first, and then gradually familiarize yourself with the process."

"I've read many versions, but what I say is..." It just doesn't work.Lin Mo felt irritated for a while, and did not continue.

Either he finished reading every sentence in the video tutorial according to the script, or he finished the lecture without a clue. In short, there was something missing that even Lin Mo himself felt dissatisfied with, let alone the decisive retest tomorrow.

The song "Insects Flying" was still simple when he selected it in the morning, but he found it difficult to learn when he used real guns as a teaching material, which made him a little discouraged. I quickly grasped it, and I wanted to tell others, but I didn't know where to start.

"Then I'll help you." Gao Wenxuan couldn't help but Lin Mo refused, and sat next to him, "Actually, it's a matter of changing roles. You have to make yourself a real teacher. But it's hard to achieve the desired effect by practicing alone. , so, you can treat me as a student and come to simulate a lecture now."

There are two big men sitting on the double piano chair, still looking a bit reluctant.The two inevitably leaned side by side, and the clean ironed shirt lightly brushed against Lin Mo's arm under his short sleeves, as if the other's temperature had also jumped to his body.

"Hmm..." Lin Mo readily agreed, and after clearing his mind, he began to give a trial lecture to the stave in front of him.

After a whole morning of practice, he already knew where he needed a short test, and where he needed to break down and explain knowledge points, and deliberately softened his tone to appear less rigid.

Gao Wenxuan didn't interrupt or ask questions, just sat beside him quietly, listening attentively with his hands on his knees.The scorching sun of midsummer, passing through a layer of glass windows and light gauze curtains, can barely reduce the scorching violence, and fill the whole room with warm light. Even the man who bowed his head slightly, his deep eyes were stained with tenderness. .

The corners of her lips did not move, she just stared at Lin Mo silently.

"I'm done." Lin Mo withdrew his hands from the keys, waiting for Gao Wenxuan to comment.

"The intonation and the division of difficulty are all well spoken, there is only one problem."

"what is the problem?"

"There is a lack of interaction. In addition to imparting knowledge, teaching should also obtain instant feedback from students to make adjustments. You just wanted to finish the lecture quickly, so at best, you can only recite the lines with emotion." Gao Wenxuan said this seriously He pointed out his shortcomings mercilessly.

Sure enough, he noticed Lin Mo's complexion changed slightly. Before the other party became angry, Gao Wenxuan then smiled and said: "Let's exchange, you come to be a student, and I will tell you."

"Okay." Lin Mo imitated what he did just now, put his hands on his knees, and pretended to be a good listener, showing a bit of rebelliousness in his student days.

Gao Wenxuan smiled, straightened his back, and began to introduce the content of the trial lecture in a steady voice. He enunciated clearly and well-organized, and he did have the demeanor of being a teacher. Lin Mo was surprised that the other party could use the video tutorial with him after only hearing him speak it once. way of speaking.

After finishing the excerpt of the demo music, Gao Wenxuan looked at Lin Mo and smiled and said, "Now you follow me."

This is what the other party called teaching interaction. Lin Mo followed suit and put his hands on the keys, imitating Gao Wenxuan's playing sequence, pressing the black and white keys to make sporadic music.

"Yes, the hand can be raised a little higher, and the posture must be correct, like this. Count the beats I just said in my heart, 213213,25641, [-]..."

The gentle tone makes people feel full of patience, and no matter what kind of trial and error is tolerated, Lin Mo seems to let go of everything after being guided into the role, letting himself just do what he wants, and mechanically hit the keys.

"The posture is a bit wrong."

Gao Wenxuan stretched out his left hand to hold his palm, slightly adjusted the height of his wrist, and did not let go after careful inspection. Instead, he spread his palm and let it fall naturally on the back of Lin Mo's hand.

These are a pair of thick, strong hands with well-defined joints, more like the hands of a surgeon who is holding a scalpel and showing superb skills. The five fingers are respectively attached to Lin Mo, presenting a posture that surrounds the whole hand, controlling the movement of the hand. Smooth melody.

Gao Wenxuan's hand was cold and dry due to the air conditioner, and it was inseparably attached to the back of the hand. The contact between the skin made the temperature rise a little bit, but the fingers became clumsy, like a puppet who is trying to learn to play, and can only let the other party pull the string Attract God.

"That's good." After playing the next line, Gao Wenxuan let go of his palm and asked Lin Mo to play it completely.

At the end of the song, a familiar smile appeared on Gao Wenxuan's face, and the expression of a strict teacher faded away, and he asked, "How do you feel?"

Lin Mo calmed down the rippling in his heart just now, and replied in a colorless tone: "I probably know how to say it."

"That's good, that's probably all we'll see in the trial lecture."

"You said it before?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

"I used to be a teaching assistant lecturer for a while."

Gao Wenxuan kept his hands on the keys, and played the piece "Insects Flying" again as he wished. The only difference was the words and phrases he hummed softly along with his mouth.

"The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars follow each other, the insects fly, who are you missing, the stars in the sky cry, the roses on the ground wither, the cold wind blows, as long as you are with me..."

Such whispering singing, like a wisp of smoke rising for no reason, easily drifts into the memory.Fatigue struck, Lin Mo slowly lowered his eyes, the past was surging, one after another in his mind, silently, without beginning and without end.

"Momo." The person beside the ear asked in a low voice, "Sleepy?"

"Um"

"go to sleep."

"how about you?"

"I'm right here."

There is nothing else that makes people feel more at ease and lingering than these four words