fingers of musicians

To the left of the stage are two grand pianos.

The auditorium was full of journalists and other media and musicians.On the right side of the second floor of the theater—Wen Yuean said that is the best place in the whole theater, where the music floats the most balanced, neither sticky nor dry—there are two boxes, each with no more than four seats.

Ji Wentai and Wen Yuean sat in the first box, and the second box was empty.

Before Zhong Guanbai went to the stage, he was still reading the piano score in the single lounge in the backstage. He was leaning on a sofa, the score covered his face, and he could only see a hand hanging unnaturally by his side. Curled up.

Lu Zaoqiu took the piano score away from Zhong Guanbai's face: "Don't memorize it."

Zhong Guanbai grabbed Lu Zaoqiu's shirt with one hand and pulled the person onto himself. He buried his head in Lu Zaoqiu's neck, didn't speak, but just desperately sniffed the smell of Lu Zaoqiu's body.

Lu Zaoqiu waited for a while, then pulled Zhong Guanbai up, and straightened his tuxedo and bow tie for him: "Do you remember that when I gave a lecture, you went to make trouble in my class?"

Zhong Guanbai thought about it, and said solemnly: "What's causing trouble, I'm going to teach those boys how to behave."

At that time, Zhong Guanbai went to the Conservatory of Music to pick up someone from get off work. It happened that Lu Zaoqiu was talking to a dozen students in the classroom about the vibrato technique of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E Minor.

Zhong Guanbai leaned against the back door of the classroom and secretly admired Lu Zaoqiu for a while, then saw a student standing up to answer a question.

"As the melody line rises, the strength of vibrato should increase." The student analyzed, "mainly to increase the vertical strength of the fingers when pressing the strings, and the frequency of horizontal movement—"

"The answer is wrong." Zhong Guanbai said.

The student was suddenly interrupted, and he was stunned for two seconds before realizing that the figure was coming from the back door.He turned his head and thought for a moment that Zhong Guanbai was a teacher patrolling the campus, but at the second glance, he felt that his temperament was not right, as if he had seen it on TV, "No, that's right...that, uh, teacher ..." He didn't know what to call Zhong Guanbai, but there are many young musicians in the college, and it's always right to call the teacher, "This piece should increase the vibrato strength when the melody line rises, and decrease it when it falls. And the frequency of finger movement is indeed—”

"Wrong." Zhong Guan said with a straight face.

The student blushed, not knowing where he was wrong, looking at Lu Zaoqiu for a while, and looking back at Zhong Guanbai for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Lu Zaoqiu walked up to Zhong Guanbai in a few steps, and whispered, "What do you want to do, huh?"

Zhong Guanbai smiled ingratiatingly, and said in a low voice, "I want to attract Professor Lu's attention."

Lu Zaoqiu: "Then tell me, what is the answer?"

Zhong Guanbai: "Cough."

He felt the pressure from Lu Zaoqiu's looking down: "A gentle and noble lover."

The student who answered the question waited for a long time for this unknown answer, and was dumbfounded: "...what, what?"

But Lu Zaoqiu understood and wanted to laugh.

In the last century, the composer Gore studied under Messiaen. When analyzing Mozart's works, he said: "In this measure, transfer to the subordinate minor chord." Messiaen said bluntly twice: "Wrong." Finally Gore went Ask for the correct answer, and Messiaen said: "In that measure, it was Mozart who cast a shadow on the music."

Seeing Lu Zaoqiu's expression made Zhong Guanbai's heart itch. Taking advantage of the position blocked by Lu Zaoqiu's body, he raised his hand and lightly drew a circle on the latter's chest, then strode up to the podium.

"When Mendelssohn wrote this concerto, did he think of increasing the finger strength of the vibrato here?" Zhong Guanbai pointed to a line of the score, shaking his head with regret, "Of course he thought of a line of vibrato." A gentle and noble lover, just like..." His eyes slowly fell on Lu Zaoqiu's face.

"Look," Lu Zaoqiu finished tidying up his bow tie, and pushed Zhong Guanbai's overly long hair behind his ears, "All the techniques and forms are for the sake of music, and they have no meaning in themselves. If you are worried about forgetting the score, You just go up there with the scores, you don’t necessarily need them, but you play with peace of mind. Performing from memory has only been popular since Liszt’s time, but no one said that Mozart was not a great pianist.”

"You are so kind." Zhong Guanbai grabbed the back of Lu Zaoqiu's hand and kissed for a while, "I'm going up."

Lu Zaoqiu nodded: "I'll go to Mr. Wen's."

The two pushed the door out, and the door of another lounge not far away opened at the same time.

Zhong Guanbai glanced over there subconsciously.

A boy who was also wearing a black tuxedo and slightly shorter than Zhong Guanbai came out.The boy's long black hair hung down his head and fell to his waist.He had a black hair tie in his mouth, and his hands were going to gather his hair and tie it up.

The boy also noticed the person next to him, so he turned his head slightly while keeping his hair tied up.

That look was exactly the same as the look in the video when he looked up at people when he was playing the piano. He had a real youthful look, and his eyes were pure, very similar to Zhong Guanbai's eyes when he was playing the piano.

Even a person like Lu Zaoqiu, who never talks too much about people's appearance, said to Zhong Guanbai in a low voice: "Guan Bai, he looks like you."

Zhong Guanbai: "How does He Yinxu look like me?"

Lu Zaoqiu: "It's not eyebrows, it's spirit."

Seeing that it was Zhong Guanbai and the others, He Yin immediately let down his hair, took off the headband, walked forward and bowed: "Hello, Teacher Guan Bai, and Teacher Lu."

Zhong Guan said with a blank face, "My surname is Zhong."

He Yinxu hurriedly bowed again: "I know, I just admire Teacher Zhong very much, so I couldn't help but call him that, it offended me, please forgive me."

The child's polite appearance is indeed not like a master who bears a grudge or plays big names, Zhong Guanbai asked: "Your manager has the final say on everything you do?"

He Yinxu was stunned: "I don't have an agent... Oh, you are talking about my father, right? I am not yet an adult, and my father takes care of things like performances."

Zhong Guanbai's heart skipped a beat: "Is your father here today?"

He Yinxu nodded: "He booked the second box on the right side of the second floor of the theater, and he said it was the best place for music."

Zhong Guanbai's expression changed a few times, his eyes were full of complicated emotions.Lu Zaoqiu held Zhong Guanbai's hand and noticed the cold sweat on his hand, so he held the back of his head with one hand and pressed a comforting kiss on his lips: "I'll wait for you."

He Yinxu stood by the side, as if he didn't know much about the world, and watched the two kiss with a pair of clear eyes. After Lu Zaoqiu left, he said, "Mr. Zhong, let's go up."

Zhong Guanbai nodded: "Let's go."

The moment the two walked onto the stage, there was a sound of shutters from the audience, and the live broadcast anchor had already introduced the situation.

Zhong Guanbai didn't wear makeup, but his eyebrows and eyes were more eye-catching than before. These days of running away washed away one after another of his gorgeous but flea-ridden clothes, and finally only himself was left. This kind of self seemed to be endowed by nature The beauty of human beings is no different from magnificent mountains and rivers, blue sky and bright moon.

He Yinxu politely greeted the media and seniors from all walks of life, but Zhong Guanbai didn't say anything, and only slowly raised his eyes to look at the second floor of the theater.

Lu Zaoqiu, Wen Yuean and Ji Wentai were all sitting in the first box, and the second box was still empty.

Lu Zaoqiu met Zhong Guanbai's eyes and nodded slightly.Ji Wentai was talking to Wen Yuean, but Wen Yuean was staring at the stage in a trance.

Zhong Guanbai followed Wen Yuean's gaze, and He Yinxu was sitting on the piano bench with his hair tied.

Suddenly, Wen Yuean turned around and looked towards the door of the box.In fact, the box door was closed, and the theater floor was covered with thick carpets, so even if someone passed through the corridor, no sound could be heard in the box.But Wen Yue'an has been staring at the door for a long time, as if he knew someone was passing by outside the door.

Not long after, Zhong Guanbai saw a man appear in the second box, sitting on the seat closest to the fence of the box. The man was wearing a black suit and a night sky tie as if attending a formal classical concert. , wearing a pair of white gloves.

"Mr. Zhong, can we start?" He Yinxu asked.

Zhong Guanbai gestured for He Yinxu to start first.

He Yinxu bowed to the audience, and then bowed to Zhong Guanbai before raising his wrist neatly.

He didn't bring the sheet music, and his playing skills were much more exquisite than the first recital.

Someone in the audience whispered: "What song did he play? Why haven't you heard it?"

Wen Yuean stared at He Yinxu, and said silently: ""Ode to the Autumn Wind"... Senior brother, you also choose "Ode to the Autumn Wind."

What He Yinxu played was the solo version of "Ode to the Autumn Wind". It was adapted, added a lot of ornamental notes, and ended with a large section of cadenza. I don't know if it was improvised or the score was written before the performance. The whole song looks better than the ordinary single version. It is more full and moving, with excellent expressions and skills, but there is an inexplicable sense of loneliness, and it is even more bleak when it is heard on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After the applause died down, Zhong Guanbai stood up and bowed deeply to the right side of the second floor of the theater.

If Zhong Guanbai had only one glass of wine to toast in his life, he would not respect his opponent, his audience or listeners, let alone any media, he would only respect the music itself.

And the direction in which he bows, the people sitting there are part of his music.

After he finished his salute, he sat down on the piano bench regardless of other things, and his ten fingers swept across the keyboard like the autumn wind.

The same main theme as He Yinxu's repertoire can be played like a two-piano performance, almost making people in the audience stand up and look at Zhong Guanbai's hands.

Each sound is so clean and clear, like pearls and jade flowing, but they can be combined into a majestic momentum, as if you can see a young man standing under the moon, splashing ink in the autumn wind.

The man sitting in the second box on the second floor stood up slowly, took a step forward, and held the edge of the fence tightly with his white gloves.His eyes fell down like a torrential rain, looking down at Zhong Guanbai from above.

Zhong Guanbai flipped through a page of the music score, raised his head, and the moment his gaze happened to meet the man's, he was startled suddenly, and an improvised melody flowed out from his hand, the melody opened and closed, magnificent and sad.

Zhong Guanbai suddenly understood why Lu Zaoqiu said that He Yinxu looked like him.In fact, He Yinxu didn't look like him in that look, He Yinxu looked like the man standing in the box at the moment.And he himself is like the man in the box.

Wen Yue'an watched him grow up and taught him the piano for more than ten years. Others said it was strange that Zhong Guanbai was not like Wen Yue'an, he didn't behave like Wen Yue'an, and he didn't even look like playing the piano.It turned out that he thought he was like Ji Wentai, or like many of his cronies.Now he finds that none of them are, those are shapes, they are skin, not bones.

His fingertips flowed on the keys, and the adaptation fit perfectly with the original song. He even understood He Yulou's song, and understood the original state of mind of that young man decades ago.

It turned out that he was like He Yulou.

Zhong Guanbai finally understood that Wen Yuean's sentence "he will win" did not mean that He Yinxu would win.

It is He Yulou who will win.

Zhong Guanbai recalled the night when Wen Yuean played "The Butterfly Lovers", he heard Wen Yuean say: "One can only do one thing in one's life, even if you are responsible for the whole world, you can't survive if you are not crazy."

However, Wen Yue'an was still reluctant to let the man who had separated him by a wall and separated him for most of his life lose in this war that lasted for decades.

"Ode to the Autumn Wind" is still going on, bringing everyone back to the past one by one.

Zhong Guanbai also remembered the notebook Wen Yuean gave him. It was a memoir, which looked like a diary, but it was actually written by Wen Yuean when he became an adult. No one knows how much is true and how much is false, and whether there are any omissions or omissions.

In Wen Yuean's writing, in that southern city, there is such a small building with a yard in front of the building.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight shone on the stream in the courtyard. There was a small bamboo table beside the stream, on which was a chessboard and a small lamp.

The young man sitting next to him was wearing a green shirt, and had just been slaughtered by the older boy in black opposite him. He pursed his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he took a black piece from the chess pot.

The boy in black blocked the hand of the boy in green: "No more."

The youth in green shirt asked: "Why don't you come down?"