fingers of musicians

A person can be strong enough to take a few days to accept great pain, but it may take a year to accept the painful departure.It was not only the rejoicing and carnival afterwards, but also the fear and lingering fear.That afternoon of laughing and crying in the musical instrument shop was not a ritual of the end, but the beginning of another.

Zhong Guanbai began to tirelessly do some boring things, such as calling Lu Zaoqiu's name constantly.

For example, he kept reciting Lu Zaoqiu's poor poems.

For example, he suddenly wrote a few sheets of music with extremely funny melodies, and handed them to Lu Zaoqiu pretending to be serious, asking him to sight-read.

For example, randomly come up with a strange theme such as "thighs" and ask Lu Zaoqiu to compose and perform impromptuly, the purpose is very suspicious.

Another example is to cover Lu Zaoqiu's eyes, then draw the bow on the string twice, and ask, "How many Hertz?"

While asking, take paper records, euphemistically called: solfeggio test.

There is nothing questionable about Lu Zaoqiu's absolute pitch, but he was standing by the window in a white shirt, with a white cloth over his eyes, facing Zhong Guanbai and answering the numbers one by one, ascetic and pure, even with a little bit that can make people The illusion that people are bullying at will.

The examiner Zhong Guanbai admired Lu Zaoqiu's earnestness fascinatedly, and boldly knocked on the table with his hands, asking, "What about this one?"

"Huh?" Lu Zaoqiu walked towards the direction of the voice.

Zhong Guanbai deliberately said: "Chief Lu, you haven't answered me yet, this is an exam—"

"Oh!" He was caught with both hands and pressed against the table.

Lu Zaoqiu took off the cloth from his eyes and covered Zhong Guanbai's eyes: "Be fair, it's your turn."

The deprivation of sight made other senses suddenly become sensitive, Zhong Guanbai felt his slender fingers slipping between his legs and squeezed into his body: "Well... why is it my turn..."

Fingers rubbed against the mucous membrane, and gradually made a sound of water that was enough to make people blush.

Lu Zaoqiu's deep voice came from above: "How many Hertz?"

The sound of the water became louder and louder, Zhong Guanbai's body was numb from his ears to his toes, his fingers tightly grasped the edge of the table, and he struggled to make a sound from between his lips and teeth: "...Lu...Zaoqiu..."

"Answer me." With the other hand, Lu Zaoqiu picked up Zhong Guanbai's pen to record his grades.

"Ah... um, I don't know... um..."

The warm sun in late summer shone in bit by bit, making the shadow of the table very long.

On the wooden floor, the dark table shadow kept shaking, and the pen fell from the table and landed on the ground, where it was also drawn into a long shadow.

The humid sea breeze blows from the window, blowing away the dry and hot air in the room.A sheet of paper was blown off the table, slowly fell, and fell into the bottom of the chest of drawers by the wall.

The next morning, Zhong Guanbai was wearing only a pair of tight-fitting triangle swimming trunks, and sat carelessly on the roof of the car with his long legs propped up. He asked Lu Zaoqiu to go downstairs, saying that he was going to swim in the sun.

Not only to go swimming, but also to do all the things that I have never done with Lu Zaoqiu before.

So when he and Lu Zaoqiu came back from swimming and received a call from Ji Wentai, with not much guilt, he concealed from Dean Ji the fact that Lu Zaoqiu had recovered most of his hearing, and on the phone He said that he would take good care of the fragile Chief Lu.

"you?"

He only uttered one word, but everyone could tell that what Dean Ji said was actually: "It's up to you?"

Zhong Guanbai pretended not to understand, and said sincerely, "It's me."

At this time, Ji Wentai was walking to Wen Yue'an's house with the framed words, "You have to come back early. In fact, domestic doctors are more experienced in dealing with difficult and miscellaneous diseases." He walked to the gate of the hospital and stopped, "Don't worry too much. Think, I don't want to see you...it's Old Wen."

Zhong Guanbai: "Teacher?"

Ji Wentai: "He's not very well."

Zhong Guanbai was taken aback: "Teacher is sick?"

"Not in good spirits." Ji Wentai took a few more steps outside, away from the courtyard, so as not to be heard by Wen Yuean, "Old Wen, this person, was never full of vigor when he was young, but now, just like himself As if he didn’t want to live anymore. Last time I went to see him, he said: ‘I’m afraid I’ll never see Ah Bai again.’”

Ji Wentai learned very well, Zhong Guanbai suddenly became flustered when he heard this, and told Ji Wentai that he was going to book a plane ticket to go back now.

Ji Wentai coughed, suspecting that he had exaggerated Wen Yuean's words, so he said like a parent: "...it's not that urgent, Zhong Guanbai, when will you be able to stabilize your focus? Anyway, you always come back early. Good thing, what does it look like outside."

Zhong Guanbai couldn't let go of his heart: "Then how is the teacher?"

Before Ji Wentai could speak, a soft voice came from the phone: "Wentai."

Ji Wentai turned his head and saw Wen Yuean sitting by the courtyard door, looking at him: "Old Wen, go in first, don't dry yourself out. I'll come in and make a phone call."

Wen Yuean's wheelchair didn't move: "I'll wait for you."

"Old Wen, you said that you are usually a decent person, why did you fall into the bad habit of eavesdropping on people's phone calls?" Ji Wentai said awkwardly, "You go in first."

Wen Yuean glanced at Ji Wentai's cell phone lightly: "Wentai, I'll worry about whether Ah Bai is stable or not."

Ji Wentai stood where he was for a long while, and said angrily to the other end of the phone: "Your teacher is very nice and can teach people." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and followed Wen Yuean's wheelchair obediently, not forgetting to bring Upper courtyard door.

"Where to hang it?" Ji Wentai put the framed words in front of Wen Yuean, "I'll hang it for you."

Wen Yuean said, "The wall opposite the piano."

Ji Wentai took a look: "Old Wen, isn't there a picture hanging on it? I wrote it for you before I went to study abroad. It's so good."

Wen Yue'an: "Take down the original one."

Ji Wentai was angry: "Old Wen, you are wrong, even the words Zhong Guanbai are worth hanging?"

Wen Yuean nodded her head: "Hang there, it looks good."

Ji Wentai asked earnestly: "What about mine?"

Wen Yuean thought for a while: "Put it in the cabinet."

"..." Ji Wentai looked at Wen Yue'an for a long time, but the latter's expression remained unchanged, quietly waiting for him to move.Sighing, he took down his picture "Those who are like-minded are not far away from mountains and seas", and then hung up Zhong Guanbai's nonsense picture, and then asked with his own words, "Which cabinet did you receive?" ?”

Wen Yuean said, "The study."

The calligraphy was not small, Ji Wentai opened the largest cabinet door in the study, and saw another calligraphy inside.The lettering appears to have been carefully handled, but cracks and long-dried mud and water stains can still be seen on the paper inside the frame.

Two large characters on the paper:

Meditation

Vigorous and powerful, but with a youthful spirit, just two words can tell that the kung fu is extremely deep.

The signature is very simple, but six words:

Jade Tower Bingwu Mid-Autumn Festival

Ji Wentai looked at it for a long time, and only after hearing Wen Yuean's voice did he put his writing in the cabinet, close the door and go downstairs.

"Old Wen," Ji Wentai said as he went down the stairs, "You are still good to me." It was not easy for Wen Yuean to let him put the words signed "Yulou" in the same cabinet, but it showed his heart.But after he finished speaking, he was also slightly puzzled. Wen Yue'an didn't want to mention his old friend before, so he shouldn't be allowed to see that picture so easily.

Wen Yue'an's hand flicked over the keys, pressing the first few notes of a piece of music, and the sound of the piano was unparalleled.He only played a few bars, then stopped, turned his back to Ji Wentai, and asked as if casually: "Wentai, recently there is a kid named He who gave a recital?"

Ji Wentai immediately thought of He Yinxu: "Yes, a child of American nationality, who came out of the Curtis Institute of Music. Although he is of Chinese descent, but the first recital will be held in China, which is rare."

Wen Yue'an pondered: "American...but he doesn't have an accent."

Ji Wentai: "It is said that his father grew up in China when he was young, and he was born into a musical family. He is older than you and of the old school. Think about how you taught Zhong Guanbai when he was a child. I guess he went abroad to educate his children. Even stricter—Old Wen!"

The wheelchair fell to the ground with a "bang", and the hanging blue shirt could not cover the empty trouser legs.

Ji Wentai was shocked, and quickly helped Wen Yuean up to see if he was injured: "Old Wen, what's the matter with you?"

"Which musical family was born in?" Wen Yuean grabbed Ji Wentai's arm, almost pinching the sleeve under his fingers into the flesh.

"I remember that I put a common medicine box here..." Ji Wentai saw the scar on Wen Yuean's wrist, and was anxious to deal with it first.

"Let me ask you, which musical family were you born in?" Wen Yue'an said word by word.He stared at Ji Wentai, his eyes that had always been like ancient wells now looked like blades that had seen blood, shocking Ji Wentai in place.

"...Old Wen, you... I don't know if you look at me that way." Ji Wentai thought about the time carefully, "No one should remember this matter. Think about it, ten years of catastrophe, another student Western musical instruments, at that time, is there a way for this kind of family to survive?"

"Yes, that era..." Wen Yuean let go of her hand, her slender fingers hung down on her trousers, and her fingertips moved slightly, "There is no way out."

Ji Wentai saw that Wen Yuean seemed to have calmed down a bit, so he went to the medicine box: "Where did you put that box?"

Wen Yuean's voice was very soft: "The top drawer."

While bandaging Wen Yuean, Ji Wentai scolded: "You're not Zhong Guanbai, you're getting old, so be careful—" Thinking of being scolded at the gate of the courtyard, he changed his words again, "What is worth it? You If I want to see any child, I will ask him to come over, and no one dares not to come after hearing the word Wen Yue'an. Is there anything worth changing your face?" When he said this, he suddenly thought of the word "Yulou" on the signature He copied the phrase "the moon shines on the jade tower" copied by Wen Yue'an.

Ji Wentai kept a word on his lips, but finally didn't say it: His...is also He?

Wen Yuean looked at her hands for a while, and her face returned to calm: "Wentai, go back."

Ji Wentai was really worried and left like this, but that was Wen Yuean, who would not keep anyone by his side.He put the medicine box back to its original place, and poured a cup of hot water for Wen Yue'an: "Call me if you have anything to do."

Wen Yuean responded.

Ji Wentai walked to the door of the small building and said, "Call if you have nothing to do."

Wen Yuean didn't speak.

Ji Wentai sighed and walked outside.

In the setting sun, the stones in the stream in the courtyard were illuminated, the lotus flowers were already in decay, and several koi swarmed towards the Jiwen Terrace, mistaking it for someone to feed them.

The sound of the piano came from the room, one by one, like light flowing, just like "the moon shines on the jade building".

Ji Wentai looked around, such stone lamps, door eaves, bamboo and wood tables, all of these... are not the real scenery of the Northern Kingdom.

This might just be Wen Yuean's old dream.

In the dream, there are courtyards in the south of the Yangtze River, streams and koi, bamboo and lotus, characters, chess and piano, and people.

Ji Wentai took a handful of fish food from the window sill and sprinkled it in the water, then walked towards the courtyard gate.

When he gently closed the courtyard door, the increasingly low sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

There was a loud bang in the room.

"Old Wen!" Ji Wentai ran in, and Wen Yuean fell on the side of the piano, without any reaction, and couldn't wake up no matter how much he called.When he touched Wen Yuean's wrist, he lost his pulse, "Yuean—"