fingers of musicians

Lu Zaoqiu said that he would take Zhong Guan away in vain, and it was impossible to live in the mountains invisibly. For a chief like him, who still has an associate professorship in the Conservatory of Music, taking a month off is already the limit.

The dean scolded him on the phone, from his sudden return to the country as a guest chief tour to the inexplicable leave of absence, even when he was studying at the conservatory of music for a year, he picked out and repeated: "Lu Zaoqiu, Zhong Guan Bai plays well and you have to cut your fingers, Zhong Guanbai plays poorly and you go on a trip, where is such a big lover?"

Zhong Guanbai was fidgeting while listening, Lu Zaoqiu said in the tone of a college meeting: "Family is the most important thing."

Dean Ji Wentai came from the command department, thanks to Lu Zaoqiu not standing in the dean's office, otherwise Ji Wentai would be so angry that he would beat him with a baton on the spot.Back then, Ji Wentai looked at Lu Zaoqiu as if he was looking at his son-in-law. No matter how he looked at him, he was satisfied, and his attitude was polite. Later, he found out that he couldn't recruit a son-in-law, so he had to treat him like his own son, without any scruples.

It is only natural for Lao Tzu to scold his son.

Ji Wentai said, "Ask Zhong Guanbai to answer the phone."

Lu Zaoqiu glanced at Zhong Guanbai who was sitting next to him with drooping brows and eyes, and said, "You have something to tell me."

Ji Wentai scolded a few words over there, Lu Zaoqiu leaned against him without saying a word, Zhong Guanbai was so guilty that he couldn't sit still, ran over and took the phone from Lu Zaoqiu, "Teacher Ji."

"Heh, don't dare to act, don't dare to act." Ji Wentai said, "I never taught you."

Zhong Guanbai said: "Teacher...teacher, did he also watch the live broadcast?"

Ji Wentai looked at Lu Zaoqiu, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he was a son with an abnormal personality. He still had to carry on the family business despite his ability and character. Zhong Guanbai's son, he was totally unworthy. He looked like an orthodox music school. It doesn't look like any of his fathers, but the longer he grows, the more he looks like the one from the Pheasant Art School next door.

"I don't know." Ji Wentai's tone was extremely exaggerated, and Zhong Guanbai could almost imagine Ji Wentai shaking his head, "Poor old Wen, he admitted a student in 20 years, if he saw it, he would probably jump out of his wheelchair."

Zhong Guanbai's voice became lower and lower, "I'll call the teacher later, and if he's free, I'll go to his house to see him."

Ji Wentai snorted, "What are you calling, where else can your teacher go? Hurry up, if I were you, I would carry two bundles of piano scores and kneel at the door of his house overnight to plead guilty."

Zhong Guanbai answered "yes" for a long time before Ji Wentai hung up the phone angrily.

Zhong Guanbai said to Lu Zaoqiu: "Go see the teacher."

Lu Zaoqiu responded, "Okay."

Wen Yue lives in the suburbs of Beijing.

Afraid of being seen by the media, Zhong Guanbai drove Lu Zaoqiu's car specially.

When driving to the suburbs, Lu Zaoqiu answered a call, it was Yu Bai.Lu Zaoqiu's lawyers were stationed in the studio for several days, and Zhong Guanbai couldn't be contacted in the whole studio. Yu Bai almost went crazy, so he called Lu Zaoqiu as a last resort.

"Chief Lu, please ask Brother Bai to answer the phone."

"He's driving." Lu Zaoqiu pressed the speakerphone.

Zhong Guanbai pretended to be relaxed while driving, "Xiao Yu, Chief Lu confiscated my mobile phone."

Yu Bai: "..." From Zhong Guanbai's words, he could hear the pride of a married person, with a more unpleasant smell than ordinary couples when they are in love.He felt that his master might be the type who likes to be dominated by his wife.

Yu Bai: "Brother Bai, can you call me back later?"

Zhong Guanbai said frankly, "Say it directly."

Lu Zaoqiu's human attitude was always there, he turned off the hands-free, and held the phone to Zhong Guanbai's ear.

Yu Bai didn't know that Lu Zaoqiu couldn't hear it. He wondered why this scene was about Lu Demon Queen's death of my Zhong family dynasty.But he didn't dare to say that, he only dared to turn a corner and remind carefully: "Brother Bai, we have to record a show next week."

Zhong Guanbai glanced at Lu Zaoqiu and said, "I know."

Yu Bai: "Then you—"

Zhong Guanbai: "The lawyer is in the studio?"

Yu Bai: "I haven't left all this time."

Zhong Guanbai: "Follow the lawyer's advice."

Yu Bai became anxious: "Here, brother Bai, are you really planning to leave?"

Zhong Guanbai didn't speak for a long time.

Yu Bai gritted his teeth and asked again, "Yes, are you really going?" He bit the word "true" so hard that it stuck in his throat, as if he was waiting for Zhong Guanbai to refute him and tell him it was false. of.After all, Yu Bai never believed that Zhong Guanbai would really leave.

Zhong Guanbai took a deep breath, stuffed in his chest, unable to breathe out.

He turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side parking lane first, then took the phone from Lu Zaoqiu, and held it tightly in his hand.

After a while, the corner of his mouth moved and he spit out two words.

"...Really go."

The other end of the phone was also silent for a long time, and it took a long time for Yu Bai to say: "...Then I will deal with it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't hang up the phone, and there was only the sound of breathing in the receiver.

"The financial side may be slower." Yu Bai said with difficulty, he actually heard a little hesitation from Zhong Guanbai's words, he had to grasp that hesitation, it was the last straw.

Zhong Guanbai didn't speak.

Yu Bai waited for a while, but didn't get a response, and continued, "...it's Sister Zhang. She got divorced last month."

Sister Zhang is the accountant of the studio. For a while, she always came to the studio with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Zhong Guanbai knew that she had a husband who was a violent gambler and helped her to report to the police. But now that she heard the news of her divorce, Zhong Guanbai Guan Bai couldn't say "Congratulations".

"Her husband ran away, and the debt collectors surrounded her door and smashed the door. She said she was afraid of causing you trouble, so she dared not come to the studio. Her daughter went to college this year and did well in the exam... more than 600 points, but the tuition fee is still high." Nothing."

Zhong Guanbai said: "Send it from the studio."

"I can't afford it." Yu Bai said, "After paying the contract liquidated damages, there will still be losses, and the wages will not be paid out. The two special education schools you regularly funded will also have their funding chain broken, and there is also a charity for the disabled. Fund projects are also on hold..."

"And Sister Xu, she was the one who praised you at the beginning, and she signed into the studio because of you, and broke up with the old club. She will definitely not go back. I guess she can only be an independent agent in the future. Apart from you, she She doesn’t have a single artist in her hands now, she is busy with the last performance—well,” Yu Bo paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to say, “I just saw those lawyers today for the follow-up of the last performance, she Ask me what's going on...I, I really don't know how to say...Brother Bai, tell me, how should I tell her?"

This is a kind of vague accusation, peeling off all the details and showing them to Zhong Guanbai one by one: Look, this is the consequence of you leaving, can you really make such a decision?

Zhong Guanbai held the phone in his right hand, and stretched out the fingers of his left hand vigorously, as if trying to grasp something invisible in the air. Because of too much force, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the veins on the back of his hand followed burst out.

Zhong Guanbai has come to this point, this name no longer represents himself.

How many people stood behind him has long been lost count.

Sacrificing oneself is a kind of heroic heroism, and it is often not so difficult. The painful thing is sacrificing others.There are tens of millions of people who want to change, and change is always accompanied by various pains, and most of them cannot survive.

Yu Bai was silent for a while, and then there was the sound of rubbing palms together, as if Yu Bai was covering the microphone.

Yu Bai's indistinct voice came intermittently from the phone, and he didn't know who he was comforting, "It's okay, it's okay, what happened...don't cry...I said...don't cry! Don't cry!"

After a long time, Yu Baiqiang's calm voice came from the phone.

"Brother Bai... Let me ask you again."

"Really gone?"

Zhong Guanbai closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the car seat.

Lu Zaoqiu turned his head, Zhong Guanbai's lips were bloodless, his jaw was tight, his upturned neck was pale and fragile, like a swan imprisoned in a cage.

Zhong Guanbai opened his eyes and turned to look at Lu Zaoqiu.

His eyebrows are as tender and gentle as before.

Zhong Guanbai stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lu Zaoqiu.

Zhong Guanbai stared at Lu Zaoqiu, and said to the phone: "I don't know."

Yu Bai was like a death row inmate who heard the phrase "Keep people under the knife" before being executed, and hurriedly asked: "What do you mean you don't know?"

While looking at Lu Zaoqiu, Zhong Guanbai took the phone from his ear, and pressed the hands-free button on the screen.

Yu Bai's anxious voice immediately filled the entire carriage.

"Brother Bai, what do you mean you don't know? Are you not leaving?"

Zhong Guanbai stared at Lu Zaoqiu, Lu Zaoqiu looked calm, neither happy nor angry.

"Let me think about it." Zhong Guanbai said.

"You just won't leave, you won't leave." Yu Bai suddenly choked up his sobs.

"Let me think about it." Zhong Guanbai hung up the phone.

He handed the mobile phone to Lu Zaoqiu, Lu Zaoqiu took the mobile phone, looked at Zhong Guanbai for a while, then pushed the door and got off the car silently.

Zhong Guanbai immediately got out of the car, his eyes chased the figure of Lu Zaoqiu, and his eyes were full of chaos.

Lu Zaoqiu walked to the driver's seat and said, "I'll drive. I'll go see Mr. Wen first, and I'll disturb him if it's too late."

Zhong Guanbai nodded and walked silently to the co-pilot.

The car soon arrived in front of Wen Yue'an's house.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and a clear stream flowed over the various stones in the courtyard, and a few koi circling around a lotus.

There is a chessboard on the small bamboo table by the stream, and a pair of broken chess is placed on the chessboard.

Zhong Guanbai walked in and shouted, "Teacher—"

The sound of the piano came from the single-family building in the courtyard.

Zhong Guanbai was taken aback for a moment, it was an extremely simple children's song, "Little Star".

The door was unlocked, Zhong Guanbai pushed the door open and went in.

A man of unknown age was sitting in a wheelchair. His hair was neatly combed and he was wearing a blue gown. He looked like a person in an old photo of the Republic of China.In terms of appearance, he is only in his early thirties, but there is a story between his brows and eyes, and vicissitudes are written in his bones, it seems possible to say that he is over fifty.

Man is watching TV.

What was broadcast in it was not a TV station program, but a low-definition video mixed with background noise, which obviously did not belong to this era.

In the lower right corner of the video is printed old red letters: "Wen Yuean Charity Piano Recital".

There was a young man on TV, sitting behind a grand piano, finished playing "Little Star".

The screen cut to the face of the master of ceremonies who was in charge of the atmosphere, she smiled and said to the audience: "There are a lot of children learning the piano, so brother Wen Yue'an played "Little Star" for everyone, do you know how to play this piece? My little friend, come and play with brother Wen Yuean?"

The TV screen cut to the audience, and many children raised their hands. The master of ceremonies was looking for the entrusted person who was originally scheduled, but before he had time to point him onto the stage, a little boy rushed onto the stage.

The master of ceremonies looked back at Wen Yuean in embarrassment, and Wen Yuean said gently to the little boy, "Come here."

The little boy ran over and sat down on the piano bench, his legs dangling in the air and not touching the floor.

Wen Yuean said, "You play first."

The little boy looked at the black and white keys in front of him, as if he had seen it, buried all the treasures he longed for but never got.

He carefully put his right hand on it, playing the simplest main melody with one hand.

"I played it wrong! I need two hands!" A child shouted from the audience.

The little boy sitting next to Wen Yuean was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand. Wen Yuean glanced at the little boy with comfort in his eyes. He raised his left hand, and then the melody played by the little boy played, but there was no main theme. .

The little boy looked up at Wen Yue'an for a long time, and finally stretched out his right hand tentatively, and continued playing a song with Wen Yue'an.

Wen Yuean lowered her head and said to the little boy, "Come again."

The little boy hesitated and stretched out his two hands, bouncing up stumblingly.

Playing and playing, a note was wrong, Wen Yue'an stretched out his hand to pick up the wrong note, and continued to play.The impromptu adaptation is smooth and smooth, just like a deliberate variation.

After Wen Yue'an finished playing a piece, she lowered her head and asked the little boy, "First time playing the piano?"

The little boy was asked rightly. He felt embarrassed and wanted to run off the stage, but he was too short, so he jumped off the piano bench and almost fell. Wen Yuean stretched out his hand to help him, but he fell back and touched On Wen Yuean's lap.

The little boy was startled, and turned his head to look at Wen Yue'an in surprise.

Those were not thighs at all, Wen Yuean's trousers were empty.

The master of ceremonies saw that something was wrong, so he hurried over to chase the little boy away, "My little friend, our interaction session is over, you can go back to your seat."

Wen Yuean supported the little boy with her strong arms, her face was gentle.

The little boy looked at Wen Yuean and said, "I know why you have no legs."

The emcee's face changed drastically, but Wen Yue'an asked with a faint smile, "Why?"

The little boy said: "Because you have the best hands in the world."

"teacher--"

The person in the wheelchair turned his head and saw Zhong Guanbai standing at the door.

"Ah Bai is here." The man in the wheelchair said.

In the video, Wen Yue'an asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy said with a drawn out voice, "Zhong Guanbai—"

"The bell of love, the pass of Guanshan, the whiteness of Baixue."