fingers of musicians

"Abai." Wen Yuean said to the phone, "He can get through this hurdle. You have to trust him. If two weeks later—"

"Then I will stand by his side and be his umbrella bearer for the rest of his life." Zhong Guanbai said.

Wen Yue'an was silent for a while: "You go."

After he hung up the phone, he handed the phone to Ji Wentai and said, "Ah Bai...isn't like me."

Ji Wentai snorted: "It would be nice if Zhong Guanbai was like you."

Wen Yuean stared at the remnant chess set in a daze: "It's not bad."

Ji Wentai picked up the broom on the ground: "You... accept a student in 20 years, and don't let him come to see you if you like it, just stay alone."

Wen Yue'an said: "Old man, what's so interesting."

Ji Wentai looked at Wen Yue'an, Wen Yue'an was still wearing clothes from more than [-] years ago, combing his hair more than [-] years ago, the moonlight at night illuminated his eyebrows and eyes as before.

"Good-looking. Still good-looking." Ji Wentai recalled, "What did they jokingly call you back then? The female students at that time were really kind to you... I remember that Zhong Guanbai broke one of your cups when he was a child, you yourself Even though I searched all over Beijing in a wheelchair, I couldn’t find the exact same one. I don’t know who told the story, and all the female students in the school can’t wait to help you find one.”

Wen Yue'an also remembered, and said, "Girls are always kind."

Ji Wentai looked teasing: "How many other male students are there?"

Wen Yuean raised her eyes, and glanced at Ji Wentai lightly, "Wentai, do you talk to students like this?"

Ji Wentai: "Hey, Old Wen, I'm telling you, male students are also kind-hearted. They must be treated equally."

Wen Yuean looked at the stream and lotus in the yard, with a look of reminiscence on her face: "Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have looked for it, and it scared Ah Bai."

Looking at the remnant chess set, Ji Wentai shook his head and said, "You still have to look for it. For so many years, this place has remained the same...Old Wen, although I have been persuading you, I still know a little bit about what you are thinking."

Wen Yue'an turned the wheelchair in silence, and asked for a while, "Wentai, are you playing the piano?"

Ji Wentai sighed: "I don't play. Old Wen, you don't want to listen to the piano, you want to listen to people. I can't play it."

Wen Yue'an pushed the wheelchair into the building, and went up the stairs with her hand supporting the special handrail.Ji Wentai followed in, seeing Wen Yuean's empty trousers hanging in the air, he couldn't help but took a step forward and raised his hand.

Wen Yuean looked down at him on the stairs.

"I won't help you." Ji Wentai withdrew his hand, put his back behind his back, and slowly followed Wen Yuean upstairs as usual.

Wen Yuean sat on the spare wheelchair on the second floor and entered the study.

There is a picture of writing on the mahogany table in the study.

Although Baixueguan Mountain is far away

Never dare to bear the teacher's kindness

Although the paper has been flattened for a long time, there are still large and small wrinkles on it.

Ji Wentai went in, and when he saw the calligraphy, he sneered and said, "Written by Zhong Guanbai? His calligraphy doesn't look like yours either."

Wen Yuean pushed the wheelchair over, raised her hand slightly, and stopped on the word "Guanshan", "Wentai, please help me frame it."

Ji Wentai smiled while looking at the picture: "Old Wen, there aren't many things you're interested in, and this alone is worth framing?"

"I keep all the words written by Ah Bai when he was a child." Wen Yuean took out stacks of rice paper stapled into books from the cabinet, he looked down at the words on it, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Look. "

Ji Wentai laughed, "The word 'quiet' is missing a horizontal line."

"Ah Bai didn't know many characters at that time." Wen Yuean turned the thick booklet to the last page, "I wrote very well later on."

"I don't think so." Ji Wentai glanced down at the writing on the table, and laughed, "He's not a hard worker. You really want to frame it, where do you hang it?"

Wen Yue'an said: "It's rare for him to write a picture for me when he grows up, and he's afraid that it won't be good. I picked it up from the wastebasket. I'm afraid there won't be a next time, so I have to keep it safe."

Ji Wentai paused with the hand holding the paper, and continued to finish the scroll with pretending to be calm: "Old Wen, what are you talking about? What do you mean there is no next time? When the two boys come back, tell him to sit Here are a hundred good ones for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that there was a piece of rice paper under the words he had rolled up.

There are only two sentences on the paper.

The moon shines on the jade tower and the spring leakage promotes

The rustling wind shakes the garden and builds bamboo

There are still words under the paper of this page of words, densely packed, but it is not clear what the words are.

Wen Yue'an lowered her head and flipped through Zhong Guanbai's writing brush album when she was a child, and said: "Wentai, don't tell him that you have framed the words. Ah Bai is soft-hearted. He takes everything others say into his heart and is reluctant to let anyone down. He I taught the characters, and I like them even if I don’t write them well.”

Ji Wentai didn't answer.

Wen Yuean looked up, and said lightly: "It's just a few words from Gu Yi. Wentai, it's getting late, let's go back."

Ji Wentai didn't raise his hand to uncover the rice paper, he took two steps back, took the picture to be framed, and said: "Old Wen, when they come back, come to my house for dinner with them."

Wen Yuean said, "Okay."

Ji Wentai: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming too."

Wen Yue'an: "The Mid-Autumn Festival will not come."

Ji Wentai sighed, "I'm leaving. Frame it and send it to you."

After Ji Wentai left, Wen Yuean uncovered the rice paper on it.

The bottom one is full of dark and shallow, with only two repeated words.

Yulou

Wen Yuean read those two words for a while, then went downstairs again, and took out a video tape.

He turned on the TV and heard the sound of a piano.

Originally, Wen Yuean didn't watch TV, but when she heard the sound of the piano, she took another look.

It's Abai.

Wen Yuean pushed the wheelchair back a little.

On the TV screen, there was a picture of Lu Zaoqiu and Zhong Guanbai performing together in the restaurant.Before the end of a song, the screen cut to a studio.Inside sat a host and a teenager.

The young man's long straight black hair hung down his waist, and his eyes shone with starlight.

The host said: "Mr. Zhong is your senior. What do you think of his performance? Speaking of which, he also commented on your recital."

The young man said politely: "I respect Mr. Zhong very much, he is my senior, I am not qualified to judge him."

The host smiled and said, "Sure enough, as the netizens said, you are very polite. Today, because of you, our program team specially prepared a piano. Would you like to show it to everyone?"

The boy smiled and said, "Thank you to the program team. It's my honor."

The host said: "Let's welcome the talented pianist He Yinxu with applause—"

He Yinxu tilted his head back slightly, raised his hand and took out a strap to tie his long hair, and sat down on the piano bench.The camera gave him a close-up of the action of tying his hair. The slender fingers, the handsome face of the young man, and the Adam's apple exposed by the raised neck were all magnified on the screen.The moment his fingertips touched the piano keyboard, the restrained light in his eyes instantly flourished.

Wen Yue'an looked at the TV screen, the boy's eyebrows and eyes looked like an old friend.

The mood is more like an old friend.

"Senior brother, this child is actually... surnamed He." Wen Yuean said softly, as if there was another person in the small building that hadn't changed for decades.