fingers of musicians

The next morning, before dawn, Zhong Guanbai woke up.Lu Zaoqiu has the habit of loosening the strings after practicing the piano, and he is going to tune the violin early in the morning.The room was dark, he pushed the door lightly to go out, and found a faint light leaking from the door of the study, and then turned on the light in the bedroom, looking back, Lu Zaoqiu was not on the bed.

There are some books in the study room, and a computer with composition and recording software installed, which they don't use much.

Zhong Guanbai walked over and slowly opened the door.

The computer screen was on, and there was a woman on it, making some kind of gesture that Zhong Guanbai couldn't understand.

Lu Zaoqiu turned his back to the door, imitating the movements of the woman on the screen.He was obviously not used to such body movements, and his usually extremely dexterous fingers seemed a bit clumsy.

Zhong Guanbai took a step back and silently closed the door.

When he finished tuning and returned to the door of the study, Lu Zaoqiu was already learning other gestures.The sky was getting brighter little by little, Lu Zaoqiu glanced sideways out of the window, and the mouse in his hand moved to the fork in the upper right corner of the video.Zhong Guanbai quickly closed the door, ready to quietly go back to the bedroom, took a few steps, but suddenly turned around, walked quickly to the study, opened the door to enter, and hugged Lu Zaoqiu from behind.

He felt Lu Zaoqiu's back stiffen for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

"What are you doing?" Lu Zaoqiu turned his head and said.

Zhong Guanbai put both hands in front of Lu Zaoqiu, raised his two thumbs towards each other, and bent them. This was the sign language made by the woman on the screen just now, and he guessed it meant a compliment.

Lu Zaoqiu turned around, looked at Zhong Guanbai for a while, raised his palm, and pushed it out.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu questioningly, the latter grabbed a handful from the back of his head, then bent down: "Come up."

Lu Zaoqiu carried him to the beach, and suddenly said, "If you read poems to me again in the future, I won't stop you."

The sun rose from the sea level, and after 8 minutes, the sun finally fell on them.

Zhong Guanbai silently kissed the back of Lu Zaoqiu's ear, and said silently: "The sun illuminates you..."

In those few days, Zhong Guanbai drove around in southern France looking for Chinese stationery stores, to buy brushes, ink and rice paper, and to copy poems for Lu Zaoqiu.In the end, he really found it in the old street of Shiban Road, where no car could drive in. When he was about to check out, he saw that the counter was not like the God of Wealth, Lucky Cat or a tank of money like the usual Chinese stores in Europe. Instead of a koi, there is a piece of bamboo three-line paper with a dried plum blossom on it.

There is also a white plum in the snow painted on the bottom of the bamboo paper, with three lines of lower characters written on it with a brush:

who do you trust

If you have a friend, you will see it

Sing Yangchun without hesitation

Zhong Guanbai asked the boss which shelf the three-line paper was placed on.

The boss was a French old man with a volume of books in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head, took off his presbyopic glasses, glanced at Zhong Guanbai, and said with a smile in fluent Chinese: "This is not for sale, it is used to please my wife. "

Zhong Guanbai said: "Just buy one, I also want to please my wife."

"What are you going to write?" the boss asked while cleaning his reading glasses.

To write poetry, to write all the voices, to write the world...

"Love." Zhong Guanbai said.

Love is an overused word, and fewer and fewer people can remember its own weight and value.A person will not abuse the word love until he has experienced countless human events, just like a person will not abuse beauty until he has seen thousands of mountains and rivers.

But the old man was actually convinced by this word, he put on reading glasses, bent down and took out a piece of bamboo paper from under the counter, and handed it to Zhong Guanbai.

There is a cluster of light blue five-petal flowers drawn on it, very similar to the one Zhong Guanbai bought, I don't know if it is the same kind.

Seeing Zhong Guanbai staring at the bunch of flowers, the old man explained: "The upside-down pot is made in China, and the flower language is 'silent watch'."

Zhong Guanbai put the piece of bamboo paper in the top pocket of his shirt.

So that day when Lu Zaoqiu opened the door after practicing the piano, he saw a scarlet rope hanging from the eaves of the door, a piece of three-line paper was hanging below it, and a fresh light blue five-petal flower was hanging under the paper.The bamboo paper swayed in the breeze, Lu Zaoqiu held the small piece in the palm of his hand:

Early autumn

the sun illuminates you

you also light up the sun

The electric piano that Zhong Guanbai bought was placed in an empty room in the building. When Lu Zaoqiu walked in, Zhong Guanbai was playing the piano and did not turn on the power.

The sinking of the black and white keys in his eyes automatically transformed into musical notes in his mind. It was a magical feeling. Lu Zaoqiu knew it was an impromptu song just by reading a string of running sentences, but the melody was so clear that even Can feel the emotion in the sound of the piano.

He went to the piano room to pick up the violin whose strings had been loosened, walked to Zhong Guanbai's side, tilted his head to press the violin, and tuned it with the method he had practiced countless times in the past few days.

The bow does not touch the strings, it depends entirely on the finger's feeling of the strings' tightness.That should be an impossible thing to do, but when Lu Zaoqiu finished twisting the last piano shaft, he raised the bow and used the violin to completely reproduce the main theme of Zhong Guanbai's impromptu.

No difference.

Feeling distressed and proud mixed together makes one's heart ache, this is too much, Zhong Guanbai thought, maybe he should start to believe in religion, either way is fine, as long as the god of that religion is willing to let Lu Zaoqiu recover, he will Willing to pray devoutly for the rest of my life.

During the last treatment of that week, Lu Yingru called Zhong Guanbai and said that he was going to send Lu Zaoqiu to Germany for treatment.Indeed, two weeks had come.

"The current situation?" Lu Yingru asked.

"It's being treated, and it doesn't seem to have any obvious effect so far." Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber. He seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed.

Lu Yingru was silent for a while: "If you still have some residual hearing, you can at least use a hearing aid. I have already arranged a follow-up treatment team."

Zhong Guanbai vaguely heard a deep and unquestionable male voice in the background: "Tell him not to play the violin, let him play the violin until he is in his 20s, it's long enough."

"Sister Yingru, early autumn—"

"I know." The voice of high-heeled shoes came from the other end of the phone. Lu Yingru took a few steps and left the original room. Her voice sounded extremely reliable, "I am here."

Lu Yingru stood on the terrace and looked at the night sky in the Eastern Hemisphere. This place has become a new city that never sleeps. Countless buildings have sprung up in the past few decades, and the windows are full of people who don't know what they want. people.

"President Lu, the financial report for the first half of the year." The first secretary, whose tie was tied meticulously, walked behind her with a stack of documents and reminded her in a low voice.

Lu Yingru did not go directly to work as usual, but still turned his back to the secretary and said calmly, "Abe, what do you think of this job?"

Mr. First Secretary hesitated for a second extremely rarely, because he had never been asked such an easy-to-answer question: "Very good."

Lu Yingru: "Of course I know it's a good job."

Abe: "Boss Lu, I mean, I like it very much."

Lu Yingru turned around and walked towards the office without looking at the secretary: "Then you are very happy."

Abe followed behind Lu Yingru, looking at her perfectly proportioned back.It is the result of years of self-discipline, every inch of bone and muscle has grown into the standard shape specified by nutritionists and fitness trainers. "Then you..." The moment he opened his mouth, he realized that this was an extremely inappropriate question for his subordinates, whether it was asking Mr. Lu if he liked her job or whether she was happy.

"And happiness is a small probability event." Lu Yingru opened the financial report, "Go out."

The moment Abe closed the door, he saw Lu Yingru straighten his back even more.

An hour later, the hyperbaric oxygen chamber in the western hemisphere was opened.

Zhong Guanbai went to pick up Lu Zaoqiu with the flowers he bought from Elisa.

The door of the treatment room was open, Lu Zaoqiu had already come out of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, and was sitting on a chair beside him.When Zhong Guanbai walked to the door, the leather shoes touched the ground and made a little noise.Lu Zaoqiu tilted his head slightly, then opened his eyes, and looked towards the door. It was a look that reflexively looked over when he heard something.

Zhong Guanbai hadn't seen such eyes for a long time.During this time, Lu Zaoqiu, who used to be light-hearted, even had to control himself not to be frightened by a sudden hug or a figure around him, because all moving objects appeared too suddenly for him, as if growing out of a vacuum.

Zhong Guanbai felt very sorry for Lu Zaoqiu, who would tremble because of hugging, every minute and every second of this was extremely long, and the heartache gradually became a painful chronic disease.

And now, just one look from Lu Zaoqiu made him heal without medicine.

He just stood there in a daze, opened his mouth, but dared not speak.

Lu Zaoqiu said softly, "Come here."

Zhong Guanbai took a step forward, and the leather shoes tentatively made another soft sound on the ground.

Lu Zaoqiu unconsciously moved the little finger of his left hand, and nodded slightly.

Zhong Guanbai stayed where he was for two seconds, then jumped up like a child, his leather shoes hit the ground heavily, making loud noises, as if the whole hospital was about to be trampled down.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Lu Zaoqiu's expression changed again and again, and in the end, like a parent who wants to teach his children to behave but is reluctant to speak harshly, he said helplessly to Zhong Guanbai: "Be gentle."

The doctor sitting opposite Lu Zaoqiu laughed.

Literati in ancient and modern times have composed tens of thousands of poems, and for Zhong Guanbai, there is probably no sentence that sounds better than this sentence "lighter".

Zhong Guanbai rushed over, ran two steps and stopped, tentatively calling: "Early autumn? Chief Lu?"

Lu Zaoqiu looked at Zhong Guanbai, as if reminiscing about the "Zaoqiu" and "Chief Lu". After a long time, he replied: "...I'm here."

With uncontrollable ecstasy and extremely intense fear, Zhong Guanbai walked over step by step, very slowly, as if a small one would break Lu Zaoqiu through the air.Every time he took a step, he called out cautiously: "Early autumn?"

Lu Zaoqiu responded, "I'm here."

Walking all the way to Lu Zaoqiu, Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to say anything else, as if confirming, he shouted again: "Zaoqiu?"

"I'm here."

After another examination, the doctor came to the conclusion that there is still some hearing loss in the high frequency bands, which may occasionally be accompanied by tinnitus, and the hearing in the rest of the frequency bands has basically recovered, and should be cured after follow-up drug treatment.

That day Zhong Guanbai acted like a lunatic, driving Lu Zaoqiu to the musical instrument store where he bought an electric piano last time, and played all the instruments in it, from keyboards to strings, and from wind instruments to percussion instruments, no matter what Does he know that kind of instrument?All the electric instruments were plugged in by him, and all the speakers were connected to places where they could be plugged in.

He even held a plucked string instrument of unknown nationality that he had never seen before, and sang love songs to Lu Zaoqiu while playing it.

From low humming to hoarse.

From laughing from ear to ear to singing all the way to tears.