fingers of musicians

When Zhong Guanbai walked quickly to the door of the ward with his violin in hand, Lu Zaoqiu was leaning on the bed with his eyes closed.

He walked slowly towards Lu Zaoqiu, the ward was too quiet, and the leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a clear sound.

Lu Zaoqiu didn't respond.The man on the hospital bed was pale and quiet, like a snowman carved with knives and axes in the vast snow field.

Zhong Guanbai went to the hospital bed and looked at Lu Zaoqiu for a long time, then carefully stretched out a finger, gently brushed Lu Zaoqiu's eyelashes, and then quickly moved his face to a place less than two centimeters away from Lu Zaoqiu's face .

Lu Zaoqiu opened his eyes, his eyelashes brushed on Zhong Guanbai's framed glasses.

Zhong Guanbai and Lu Zaoqiu looked at each other for a while, feeling a little embarrassed.

He is nearsighted, and now he has to take care of Lu Zaoqiu. He spends more time with his eyes than before. He can't bear contact lenses, so he can only play with frames.

Zhong Guanbai himself seldom wears glasses, he thinks he is not handsome enough.But in Tang Xiaoli's words, those who wear glasses are from good families, so they are not decent people, and they are also beasts in clothes and scum, gentle scum.

Zhong Guanbai picked up the sketchbook and wrote, "Chairman Lu, isn't he handsome?"

Most of these words were coquettish and cute to refute, Lu Zaoqiu took off Zhong Guanbai's glasses, looked at Zhong Guanbai's blurred eyes for a while, then put them back on.

Zhong Guanbai blinked his eyes.

"Wear it." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai wrote expectantly: "Is he still handsome?"

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai for a long time, and said, "This way, there should be fewer people looking for Biqin."

In fact, Lu Zaoqiu never commented on other people's appearance, regardless of praise or criticism, Zhong Guanbai even thought it was a bit strange when he heard it at first, and it took two seconds to realize what it meant.He is like a particularly particular handsome old man who suddenly gained weight by accident in middle age and was rejected by his beautiful wife. He drew a little Zhong Guan Bai wearing glasses in his sketchbook and cried in embarrassment, accompanied by the text : "Aren't you handsome?"

"Believe it?" Lu Zaoqiu laughed, but when his eyes fell on the violin case that Zhong Guanbai brought, the smile faded a little, "If someone comes to me to compete with the violin, I probably wouldn't dare. However, what if I lose you to someone else? Qin, give it to me."

Zhong Guanbai's heart ached so badly that he didn't have time to write, so he was busy opening the piano case first.

Lu Zaoqiu took the violin, clamped it sideways, and moved the fingers of his left hand on the strings.He didn't hold the bow, and made a series of complicated fingering changes without making any sound, just like a mime of one person.

This picture has an absurd sense of sadness, Zhong Guanbai dare not look at it.

Lu Zaoqiu closed his eyes, frowned slightly, his chin was still holding the piano, and his hands were free, as if he was thinking about something.After a while, his right hand pressed on the knuckles of the little finger of his left hand, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the ice and snow in the ward melted instantly.

Seeing that smile, Zhong Guanbai also felt at peace in his heart.

Lu Zaoqiu asked the nurse for a thin bandage.He maintained the posture of playing the violin, lowered his head, and wrapped every knuckle with a bandage.

Zhong Guanbai suddenly understood the meaning of these actions.

Lu Zaoqiu also looked at him at the same time, and explained softly: "Start from the beginning."

A week later, Lu Zaoqiu's injuries were almost healed, and he could be discharged from the hospital. He only needed to go to the hospital regularly for hyperbaric oxygen therapy and medication.

Before Zhong Guanbai picked up Lu Zaoqiu and left the hospital, he went to a flower shop first.

Elisa was sitting in front of the flower shop reading a book, Zhong Guanbai said: "Good morning, little lady."

Elisa raised her head, her eyes lit up: "Sir."

Zhong Guanbai asked: "Are there any flowers like the one you gave me last time today?"

Elisa got into the store, and soon the little girl's voice came from inside: "Yes, and they are fully opened."

Zhong Guanbai followed and saw a large piece of light blue five-petaled flowers.

He smiled. "You're right, they're very strong."

When Zhong Guanbai saw Lu Zaoqiu walking out of the hospital from a distance, time seemed to go back to six years ago.Fingers wrapped in thin white bandages, holding a violin.Because he couldn't wait to be discharged from the hospital, Lu Zaoqiu was still wearing a striped hospital gown.

He walked over step by step, Zhong Guanbai watched him raise the bow.

The sound of the piano drifted away and reached Zhong Guanbai's ears.

When he walked up to Zhong Guanbai, the bow was making a long vibrato, and Zhong Guanbai felt that his skin exposed to the air was also aroused with goosebumps.

"I can't wait." Lu Zaoqiu looked into Zhong Guanbai's eyes and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Zhong Guanbai looked at the fingers of Lu Zaoqiu's left hand vibrating the strings, and nodded his head very slowly.

But the sound of the piano was very strange, as if the singer with the best voice deliberately sang an out-of-tune song, every sound was so beautiful, but the pitch of the whole piece was all wrong.

Lu Zaoqiu looked down at his left hand for a while, "I heard it too." The same smile appeared on his face again when he touched the violin that day, "It's the same as that day. There is also the sound of the piano."

Zhong Guanbai's eyes were full of sadness, his nose suddenly became sore, he didn't dare to look at Lu Zaoqiu's face, he could only hug him with all his strength.

"I heard, they are beautiful..." He repeated meaningless words in Lu Zaoqiu's ear.

Lu Zaoqiu felt the hot air spraying against his ear, and touched Zhong Guan's white lips with his bandaged finger: "I can't hear it."

Zhong Guanbai slowly typed a few words on his mobile phone: "It's beautiful. This is the most beautiful piano sound I've ever heard."

Lu Zaoqiu's eyelashes moved, staring at the line of words and asked: "Really?"

Zhong Guanbai hugged Lu Zaoqiu tightly again, and kept nodding around his neck.

When Zhong Guanbai let go of his arm, Lu Zaoqiu raised his bow again.

This man in a hospital gown stood at the door of the hospital, with his eyes closed, singing a tune that no one could understand over and over again.The sun dazzled his hospital gown, and the wind blew up his uncut hair and the hem of his hospital gown.

A nurse came out of the hospital quickly, as if to warn the man who was making noise outside.

Zhong Guanbai looked at the nurse pleadingly and kept shaking his head.

"I'll take him away right away and let him play for a while, just for a while, okay?"

The nurse stopped, her eyes gradually turning into sympathy. "Actually..." She originally wanted to say that psychiatric patients shouldn't just be discharged like this, but looking at that thin back, looking at the jumping fingers and the bow, she suddenly felt that she shouldn't say that. Maybe all lunatics will not be understood, and geniuses are the same. Those weird and disordered voices seemed to be hitting her chest inexplicably, making her feel a soreness in her internal organs, "Maybe I can't understand this A beauty. But...it is a beauty."

Their time has completely slowed down, as if they have started a vacation with an unknown deadline.Zhong Guanbai stayed away from his former circle and did not need to socialize or record programs.Lu Zaoqiu no longer has to be busy attending classes, playing, and traveling around the world.

The morning after Lu Zaoqiu was discharged from the hospital, Zhong Guanbai was awakened by the sound of a huge object falling.He turned his head to look, and before his eyes could focus, he could tell that Lu Zaoqiu was not by his side.The body reacted one step earlier than the brain, he grabbed the glasses on the bedside and ran outside.

In the piano room, the music stand for the violin fell to the ground, and the scores were scattered all over the floor.

Lu Zaoqiu turned his back to him and lowered his head.

Although he knew that he would not disturb him, Zhong Guanbai still unconsciously lightened his steps and walked over slowly.He saw Lu Zaoqiu holding the neck of the violin with his left hand, and his right hand hesitantly stopped by the pegs, not even daring to twist them.That feeling of not being confident, like an ordinary person suddenly seeing their hands suddenly become another structure that they don't know how to use.

The four strings are completely loose, which is a state where there is no way to play the piano.

Zhong Guanbai suddenly understood why there was a problem with Lu Zaoqiu's violin sound. He was as familiar with the control of the violin as he was with his own body. Even if he couldn't hear it, the position of his fingers would not be wrong.

However, Lu Zaoqiu had no way to tune his voice.

After every practice, the strings have to be relaxed, and when the violin is picked up again, it needs to be tuned.Zhong Guanbai didn't know how Lu Zaoqiu tuned his voice before he was discharged from the hospital, and he didn't know why Lu Zaoqiu suddenly discovered the problem of pitch now.

He walked to Lu Zaoqiu's side, Lu Zaoqiu raised his head and stared at him for a long time.

His eyes were full of distrust, and also, great disappointment.

That disappointment almost knocked Zhong Guanbai down.

"Go out." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai shook his head.

Lu Zaoqiu didn't repeat it a second time, he looked away indifferently, and left the piano room with the violin.

Zhong Guanbai chased after him, but was locked outside an empty room.Knocking on the door has no effect, only he can hear it.This is the house that Lu Zaoqiu rented, and he couldn't even find the key to open the door.

There was no sound in the room, and the silence was terrifying.

Zhong Guanbai became more and more flustered, and all the terrible guesses appeared one by one.The empty room was on the second floor, and the window was facing their yard. Zhong Guanbai rushed out and asked a neighbor to borrow a ladder.

"I sometimes use this to paint the walls," said the old man, whose skin was flushed by the sun, as he brought out a metal staircase from a warehouse.

Zhong Guanbai nodded, took the ladder, and prepared to leave.

Behind him the old man said, "Hey, your friend doesn't look too well."

Zhong Guanbai was in a hurry to move the ladder, so he just replied casually: "Yes."

The old man said again: "I saw him playing the violin in the yard this morning, but the sound was very strange. I also asked him: 'Is your violin broken?'"

"What?" Zhong Guanbai paused, turned his head, his eyes widened, which startled the old man.

"He took a pen and paper and asked me to write to him, and I realized he couldn't hear. So I wrote: 'Don't you know, maybe your piano is broken?'" said the old man, "He wrinkled Eyebrows, staring at his piano, I thought maybe I was too rude, after all, he couldn’t hear, so I wrote again: "Maybe your song is too special." But when he said the name of the song, I Yes, I've heard it, it's the violin version of Debussy's "Moonlight", how could I not know that piece? Debussy is French."

Chapter20【"Violin SonatainGMinor, "The Devil's Trill""-GiuseppeTartini】

When Zhong Guanbai climbed the last step, he saw Lu Zaoqiu.

He hugged the violin and sat on the edge of the wall where the sun couldn't shine.I don't know how long it took until a piece of broken glass fell to Lu Zaoqiu's feet, and he had a little reaction and raised his head.

Broken glass spilled all over the floor, dazzled by the sun.Zhong Guanbai was trying to climb into the house through a window full of sharp glass shards.

Before Lu Zaoqiu could stop him, Zhong Guanbai jumped out of the window to the ground, his pajama pants were cut and half hung on the glass, he simply tore off his pants, rushed over and pressed Lu Zaoqiu to the ground, knowing that the other party He couldn't hear anything, but he couldn't help but whisper in the other's ear: "But I really think it's beautiful..."

Lu Zaoqiu held the violin in one hand and the bow in the other, so he stroked the back of Zhong Guanbai's head with the back of the bow very clumsily, as if he was imitating the movement of stroking, while he was doing this Whispering while moving, "I'm angry."

Zhong Guanbai suddenly felt like laughing. Of course he knew that Lu Zaoqiu was angry, but there was something inexplicably...almost cute when he said it directly.

He gnawed on Lu Zaoqiu's mouth before nodding his head and mouthing "I know".

Lu Zaoqiu glared at Zhong Guanbai, but with his lips that were kissed red and moist, it was more like flirting.

Before Zhong Guanbai had time to do anything about the amorous feelings in front of him, he suddenly felt pain on the back of his thigh near the heel.

He was hit with a hunchback.

The blow was not heavy, like a warning.

"Get up." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai clutched his thigh and jumped up, Lu Zaoqiu would hit someone?

"You can't do this." Lu Zaoqiu stood in front of him, looked at him seriously, "You go out first."

Zhong Guanbai stood still.

"You go out first." Lu Zaoqiu repeated, "I'm angry now." He looked at the corners of Zhong Guanbai's mouth raised little by little, and suddenly sighed, "Forget it."

Lu Zaoqiu is a person who rarely feels angry.It is very difficult for a person to be angry if he doesn't have much to worry about.People who are not used to anger usually find it difficult to find an appropriate way to express their anger.Especially, the one standing in front of him was Zhong Guanbai.

"I was wrong." Zhong Guanbai finished his lip syllables, then lowered his head aggrievedly, as if preparing to be punished.

"Zhong Guanbai." Lu Zaoqiu paused for a long time after calling his name, "I don't know how to be angry with you. I want to find a way to be angry with you to make you realize that this matter is serious. You can't lie I, especially in this matter, can't lie to me."

"Zhong Guanbai, look at me." Lu Zaoqiu raised Zhong Guanbai's chin with a bowed back, looked into his eyes and said word by word, his voice became more and more serious, "Music... has truth Yes. I can't twist it, and neither can you. Before, I only trusted my ears, and now I want to... trust you."

Zhong Guanbai saw his own image reflected in Lu Zaoqiu's eyes, he might have panicked at the first moment.

For someone like Lu Zaoqiu, the phrase "I want to believe in you" is not just entrusting his lost hearing, it is almost equivalent to entrusting his life and the only world he has left.

Zhong Guanbai's chest was constantly rising and falling, he watched Lu Zaoqiu, slowly raised his hand, and gently grasped the bow on his chin.

The moment he took over the bow, he finally fully realized what he had taken over.

Just like Plato believed that there must be an ideal world behind the material world, all musicians must also have an ideal music in their minds, which belongs to each artist's own perfection, while what other people's ears receive is nothing but A projection of that rationality.Every vibration of the piano keyboard, every tremor of the violin strings, is approaching that ideal.

Now in Lu Zaoqiu's world, there is only that absolutely perfect physique left.

"You can trust me." Zhong Guanbai read this sentence silently, he was telling it to himself.He put Lu Zaoqiu's violin on his left shoulder, swung the bow into the air, and looked at the other party silently.

Zhong Guanbai heard that Lu Zaoqiu had tuned the strings countless times. The moment he swung the bow, he could even think of the benchmark A that Lu Zaoqiu preferred when playing solo. It was a little lower than the standard 440 Hz, which made the sound of the piano extraordinarily quiet. a feeling of.

Lu Zaoqiu nodded.

Zhong Guanbai wanted to compose music, of course he knew how to play the violin, but his tuning was not as fast as Lu Zaoqiu.Under Lu Zaoqiu's gaze, he twisted the peg and tried the A string bow by bow.

When he finished tuning the four strings, Lu Zaoqiu took the piano and turned the pegs in a very small range. He turned each string for a long time before returning to the original position.

"Try it." Lu Zaoqiu said.

Zhong Guanbai tried the four strings again, and the intonation didn't change, so he nodded to Lu Zaoqiu.

Lu Zaoqiu loosened all four strings again, and then completely relying on the feeling of the tightness of the strings with his fingers, he screwed the pegs to a certain position: "Try again."

Zhong Guanbai stared blankly at the peg when he drew a bow and two notes.

The sound is almost on point.

However, for Lu Zaoqiu, it was almost the wrong kind.

Lu Zaoqiu stared into Zhong Guanbai's eyes, who shook his head slightly.

"I haven't practiced it." Lu Zaoqiu looked down at his finger, "It's not as sensitive as hearing." Too much reliance on the ear, tens of thousands of movements are not reliable.

Zhong Guanbai held Lu Zaoqiu's fingers and kissed the fingertips repeatedly.

It wasn't until his fingertips trembled slightly that he solemnly wrote three words on Lu Zaoqiu's palm: "Leave it to me."

When he handed the retuned violin to Lu Zaoqiu, Lu Zaoqiu thought for a long time, and then played a piece of "Devil's Trill" by Tartini.It is said that Tartini dreamed that he gave his soul to the devil, and then got this piece from the devil's performance.

When Lu Zaoqiu played the piano, he kept looking at Zhong Guanbai, as if he had to confirm with him every time he bowed.

Zhong Guanbai kept nodding his head until the last bow came down, then he walked over and wrote in Lu Zaoqiu's palm: "Believe me, Tartini can't draw better than you. Lu Zaoqiu, from now on, I will be your own devil."

The corner of Lu Zaoqiu's mouth twitched, showing An Ning's gentle smile: "Okay."

Zhong Guanbai carefully snatched the violin and bow from Lu Zaoqiu's hand, put them aside, then pressed Lu Zaoqiu against the wall, and kissed roughly.

After nibbling, he grabbed Lu Zaoqiu's palm and wrote impatiently: "Don't you want to taste the taste of the devil?"

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes changed: "Oh?"

With strength in his arms, he pressed Zhong Guanbai against his body, his chest vibrated slightly, and his voice was extremely low, as if he was reciting a medieval poem: "Devil, then... don't you want to taste the taste of a fairy?"

"Oh!" Zhong Guanbai snorted and couldn't help panting, "Mmm..."

Until the afternoon when Lu Zaoqiu was sent for hyperbaric oxygen therapy, Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to look at the co-pilot.The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he suspected that Lu Zaoqiu had not calmed down in the morning.

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai inquiringly: "What's wrong, huh?"

Zhong Guanbai rested his right hand on the steering wheel and his left hand on his waist, feeling that the middle part of his body was completely empty, and there was nothing inside.

He recalled that in the morning, in the room that was overheated by the sun, no matter how much he begged for mercy, Lu Zaoqiu never stopped.A gentle lover like Lu Zaoqiu has never been so considerate, but today, his face still looks calm, but the strength in his hand is frighteningly strong, one hand locked Zhong Guanbai's two wrists in the Above the head, the other hand completely controls Zhong Guanbai's body.

I don't know how many times, Zhong Guanbai was forced to cry, shrinking his body and begging for mercy.

Every time Lu Zaoqiu's voice was so deep and gentle, but his nimble fingers continued to expand the territory again and again: "Guan Bai, what are you talking about... sorry, I can't hear you."

Of course Zhong Guanbai likes the taste of immortals, but he was forced to eat too much at one time, which made him feel a little appalled when he saw the immortals now.

After the car stopped, he typed a line on his mobile phone: "When the gods get angry, they will lay down hundreds of billions of corpses."

Lu Zaoqiu looked at it for a while, then said lightly, "I don't understand."

Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to explain, he was afraid that Lu Zaoqiu would hit him with a piano bow after hearing the foul language, so he just typed and asked: "President Lu, are you not angry now?"

Lu Zaoqiu didn't answer all the way, which made Zhong Guanbai feel uneasy. Before entering the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, he turned around and whispered in Zhong Guanbai's ear, "It seems that I have found a way to get angry with you."

Lu Zaoqiu lay down in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, the gray-eyed doctor he met last time passed by, smiled and said to Zhong Guanbai: "He looks much better than last time."

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu's face through the transparent hyperbaric oxygen bulkhead: "Yes."

The doctor said, "You don't seem to be so nervous anymore."

"I want to learn to adapt to his changes faster than he himself." Zhong Guanbai just kept watching Lu Zaoqiu, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

On the way, he drove to a nearby musical instrument store.

He walked to an electric piano, swipe his fingers randomly on the keyboard, and then asked the boss: "Can you hear the sound of the piano?"

The boss walked over and turned on the power: "It's ready now."

Zhong Guanbai turned off the power, and played a song under the boss's incredulous gaze, his fingertips wandered on the keyboard, making only a thin tapping sound: "Does it sound good?"

The boss shrugged: "Sir, please forgive me for not being able to judge."

"So it's this kind of feeling." Zhong Guanbai kept touching the keys, Lu Zaoqiu's world, so it's this kind of feeling...

"I want to buy it, please put it in the car for me." He said softly.