fingers of musicians

Wen Yuean turned her head to the side, as if she was listening to something, "Early autumn is here too."

Lu Zaoqiu walked in from the door, nodded and said, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Yuean nodded to Lu Zaoqiu, then turned to Zhong Guanbai and said, "Ah Bai, come and play the piano."

In the past few years, Wen Yue'an's spirit is not as good as before. Two or three years ago, he told Zhong Guanbai not to visit him. Zhong Guanbai hadn't come for a long time, but it was because of this reason that he could hardly hold his head up.

Wen Yuean's phrase "Come and play the piano" is exactly the same as when Zhong Guanbai was not as good as the piano many years ago and came to class with a piano book.

There is a half-old upright piano by the window of the living room on the first floor, showing a simple and simple appearance.Zhong Guanbai walked over and saw the second movement of "Piano Concerto in B Flat Major" on the music stand.

Zhong Guanbai opened the cover of the piano and played it again.

Wen Yuean said, "Come again."

Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to look back, so he raised his hand and played again.

Wen Yuean said, "Come again."

The piano sounded over and over again in the room.

When it was over, Lu Zaoqiu walked over and grabbed Zhong Guanbai's hand, turned around and said to Wen Yue'an, "Mr. Wen, come here."

Wen Yuean raised her eyes and glanced at Lu Zaoqiu, "Ah Bai, he spoils you, what do you say?"

"I—" Zhong Guanbai lowered his head, "...come again."

The sun outside the window was sinking little by little, and the room was gradually plunged into darkness. Wen Yuean sat in the wheelchair without saying a word, and Lu Zaoqiu stood beside Zhong Guanbai, also silent.

There is only the sound of the piano in the room.

Zhong Guanbai couldn't see the score, but the clean and smooth notes flowed out little by little.

Repeated over and over again, it seems that there is no difference, but in an invisible place, it seems that a stone wall is slowly cracking, gravel and gravel are constantly falling off the wall, and subtle light penetrates through the cracked stone wall.

The sound of the zither blocked on the other side of the stone wall passed through the cracks and turned into a trickle.The stone wall disintegrated little by little, and the trickle merged into a river, rushing forward.

Finally, the stone wall collapsed.

In the darkness, the sound of Zhong Guanbai's piano is like the surging sea.

When he stopped, the lingering sound was like a calm sea, the tide had receded, leaving only a trace of the magnificence that had passed away.

The room was silent.

Zhong Guanbai seems to have returned to the time when he first practiced the piano.

For more than ten years before he was admitted to the Conservatory of Music, Zhong Guanbai spent almost all his school and weekends in this small building, no matter the weather or weather.

During those severe winter days, he tucked his hands into his sleeves and refused to take them out, so Wen Yuean told him, "Ah Bai, if you don't move your fingers, you will get frostbite."

In those scorching hot summers, he practiced the piano profusely, and was too hot to practice anymore. Wen Yuean asked him to write the word "Meditation" on the desk with a brush, and stop writing whenever he wanted to practice the piano.

Wen Yue'an's time seems to be immobile. The remnants of chess in his yard, the TV in his room, the bookshelves, the piano, and even many musical scores are exactly the same as when Zhong Guanbai first stepped into the house.

Zhong Guanbai stood up from the piano bench, and turned on the lights in the room with his familiar memory.

He bowed his head and knelt in front of Wen Yuean's wheelchair.

Wen Yuean said: "It has been abandoned for two years, don't think about picking it up overnight."

Zhong Guanbai replied: "...Yes."

Wen Yuean said to Lu Zaoqiu: "I can't control Ah Bai for a few years, don't spoil him."

Zhong Guanbai suffocated for breath, kneeling on the ground with heartache and unable to move.

Lu Zaoqiu answered "Yes", and Wen Yuean said again: "Ah Bai's heart is soft."

Wen Yue'an never said harsh words, and the phrase "soft-hearted" was already saying that he was not strong-willed, how could Zhong Guanbai not understand.He raised his head with difficulty, and called out "teacher" in a hoarse voice.

Wen Yue'an said: "There is a picture on the table in the study, take it with you when you leave, Ah Bai."

Zhong Guanbai knelt down and refused to get up, Wen Yuean said: "Zaoqiu, take him back."

Lu Zaoqiu helped Zhong Guanbai get up from the ground, Zhong Guanbai saw that the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall had pointed to ten o'clock, he didn't dare to disturb Wen Yuean anymore, so he had to go to the study to get some writing.

The study is on the second floor, Zhong Guanbai turned on the light, and on the open peach wood table, there is a letter pressed under a porcelain paperweight with blue patterns and white background.

Hope to return early from this trip to Guanshan

After all the snow falls, it is still autumn

Zhong Guanbai picked up the calligraphy, and traced with his finger on the top of the three characters "Wang Gui Zao".

Wen Yuean was telling him to turn around.

The sentence "It's still autumn when all the snow falls" is telling him that it's still too late to look back.

Zhong Guanbai carefully held the calligraphy in his hands, and turned off the light in the study.He walked downstairs, paused after walking a few steps, and returned to the study, unfolded a piece of unwritten rice paper, pressed it with a paperweight, rubbed the ink and picked up the pen.

Although Baixueguan Mountain is far away

Never dare to bear the teacher's kindness

He hadn't practiced handwriting for a long time, and his handwriting didn't look good. He was afraid that Wen Yue'an would be even more disappointed, so he crumpled up the rice paper again and threw it in the trash can.

When he went downstairs with Wen Yuean's words in his hand, he vaguely heard Wen Yuean say to Lu Zaoqiu: "You never interfere with what Abai likes to do, you dote on him...Abai is a good boy, sometimes he can't see Qing, I forgot what I like the most, and I don’t know where I have gone, you, you can’t watch him walk around, you have to ask him to come back. He came back to me before, and he will come back to you in the future. "

After hearing this, Zhong Guanbai ran down the stairs "dongdongdong" a few steps, almost tripping himself.

"Teacher?!" Zhong Guanbai shouted in surprise.

Wen Yuean smiled lightly, "Abai is too noisy, I am an old man, please don't bother me."

Zhong Guanbai breathed a sigh of relief, and Wen Yuean said, "Go back."

Zhong Guanbai bowed deeply before going out with Lu Zaoqiu. When he walked out the door, he turned around and gently closed the door. The moment the door closed, he heard Wen Yuean say something softly.

"A person can only do one thing in his whole life, even if he bears the burden of the world, he will not be able to survive if he is not crazy."

Zhong Guanbai was stunned in place.

After a long time, there was an extremely light piano sound from inside the door, like a lake with falling flowers.

"The teacher is playing Butterfly Lovers." Zhong Guanbai said softly.

Zhong Guanbai raised his head, the moonlight in the sound of the piano was full of sadness.

He unfolded the calligraphy carefully and showed it to Lu Zaoqiu by the moonlight.

"This trip to Guanshan looks like it's going to be early. It's still autumn after all the snow has fallen." Lu Zaoqiu read those two lines softly, slightly moved.

One pass and one Bai are the head, and one morning and one autumn are the tail, which is to tell Zhong Guanbai to go back to Lu Zaoqiu.

Zhong Guanbai looked at Lu Zaoqiu, his eyes were completely different from before, he said: "Zaoqiu, let's go to France, just like when we first got together and went on a European tour."

That was the second time they went on a European tour with the symphony orchestra of the Conservatory of Music. When they were not performing or rehearsing, they lived together, rented a piano, and practiced and wrote music together.

Lu Zaoqiu took Zhong Guanbai into his arms, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Okay."

Back home, Zhong Guanbai took out two real estate certificates from the drawer, and then called Yu Bai.

Yu Bai answered, "Brother Bai?"

"Xiao Yuzi, after paying the liquidated damages, how much will the studio still lose?" Zhong Guanbai asked.

Yu Bai: "Brother Bai, you still want to go?!"

Zhong Guanbai: "Tell me how much you lost first."

Yu Bai hesitated for a while, and reported an astronomical figure. Zhong Guanbai took out two car ownership certificates from the drawer, and then calculated the stocks in his hand: "Well, I have saved up some money, so I can afford it. I can also give each of you half a year's salary."

When Yu Bai wanted to say something, Zhong Guanbai interrupted him, "Xiao Yu, over the past few years, I, Zhong Guanbai, still have a few friends. I will try my best to arrange you all well."

"Am I worried that I have nowhere to go?" Yu Bai said almost angrily, "After a long time, you think we are all worried about our own way out? Everyone is working for you, brother Bai, you are so popular, We can't feel sorry for you? People like Chief Lu who don't understand the sufferings of the world think that we are chasing fame and fortune in the entertainment industry, which is vulgar. Do you think that too? Well, even if we are vulgar, the world is run by vulgar people like us Yes, how many people have eaten with the money you earned? How much money have you donated to charity? No fame, no money, where did these things come from?"

Zhong Guanbai listened without saying a word.

Yu Bai finished speaking all at once, but got no response, so he asked out of breath, "Brother Bai? Are you listening?"

Zhong Guanbai said, "I'm listening."

Yu Bai poked his neck and said, "I'm done."

"Little Yuzi——" Zhong Guanbai walked to the bookshelf in the piano room, stretched out his hand, and touched the piano scores on the shelf one by one. He touched from one end to the other, and his fingers were stained. A thin layer of ash.

He withdrew his hand, looked down at the dust on his fingertips, and said, "There is no shortage of Zhong Guanbai in the family of caring philanthropists."

The charity world does not need Zhong Guanbai, it is Zhong Guanbai who needs charity.

Reluctant to be the savior of the world is not necessarily more noble than reluctance to be fame and fortune.

It is easy to be a saint, but difficult to be a villain.

People, all situations seem to be forced by life, forced by fate, but in fact they are just reluctance.If the wrist is locked, the wrist will be broken, if the foot is bound, the foot will be broken. There is no such thing as a cage in the world.

Yu Bai was so anxious that he couldn't choose what to say: "Brother Bai, there is no shortage of Zhong Guanbai among those who play the piano."

Zhong Guanbai was silent for a while, and laughed at himself: "Yes. There is no shortage."

Before Yu Bai had time to relax, he heard Zhong Guanbai say word by word:

"But Zhong Guanbai can't do without a piano."

After Zhong Guanbai finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He put down his cell phone and stood by the bookshelf in a daze.

After a while, he felt a slight heaviness on his shoulders, and when he turned around, it was Lu Zaoqiu who put a coat on him.

"Chairman Lu, let's book a plane ticket and leave tomorrow." Zhong Guanbai said.

Lu Zaoqiu said: "Don't worry, take your time."

Zhong Guanbai shook his head, "I can't let you down again."

Lu Zaoqiu lightly kissed Zhong Guanbai's lips, "I'm not disappointed."

Zhong Guanbai looked into Lu Zaoqiu's eyes and asked: "You see that I play so badly, that I don't practice the piano, that I become like that, you are not disappointed?"

Lu Zaoqiu's eyes were deep and full of tenderness, "That's not disappointment."

Zhong Guanbai asked: "What is that?"

Lu Zaoqiu pondered for a while, then said, "Probably because of fear."

I am afraid that you will lose your favorite and most cherished things, and that you will be unhappy.

Chapter6【"Light るなら (If it can bloom light) Piano Arrangement"-Ax Turtle SFTGSoft】

Zhong Guanbai immediately booked a ticket for the next day, and then began to pack his luggage.

When he received the score on the bookshelf, he suddenly found something behind an old score, so he picked it up and looked at it.

It was a transparent cube, made of unknown material, heavy, with a violin and a bow floating inside. The body and strings of the violin were extremely delicate, and even the very thin hairs on the bow were clearly visible.

Zhong Guanbai felt a little familiar, and some fragments seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.He heard that Lu Zaoqiu was taking a bath, so he didn't ask. He thought it belonged to Lu Zaoqiu, so he put it back where it was.

He didn't have much to collect, only the music score was packed in a separate box, carefully sealed, and it had to be checked in as a special item.

When he finished packing, Lu Zaoqiu had already taken a shower, and was sitting in the bedroom reading a book, with an indescribably elegant and beautiful posture.

Lu Zaoqiu lowered his head and flipped a page with his slender fingers. Only then did Zhong Guanbai realize that it was not a book, but a photo album, which was taken during their first tour. The college made a commemorative photo album, and each member of the orchestra had a copy .

Zhong Guanbai watched from a distance, a heart turned into a honey under the sun, and soon it turned into syrup, rolling and flowing in his chest, so sweet that he almost ached.

When they were studying in the conservatory of music, they did two large-scale tours with the symphony orchestra of the conservatory. During the first tour, Lu Zaoqiu was just the principal violinist who looked up to him from a high mountain. He was as calm as a textbook, unsmiling, and spoke few words Only the overall coordination of the piano and the orchestra.

At that time, Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to have anything but awe in his heart.

Lu Zaoqiu picked up Zhong Guanbai's photos after reading them, and put the album in the drawer.

Zhong Guanbai walked over and sighed, "Why wasn't I with you back then."

Lu Zaoqiu was taken aback, and looked at Zhong Guanbai carefully for a while, the complicated eyes gradually turned into a gentle smile and peaceful tolerance, he said, "Go to bed early."

Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to do anything wrong, and lay down beside Lu Zaoqiu honestly.

He hadn't gone to bed so early for a long time, and the exhaustion of the day made him fall asleep quickly.

The next day, Zhong Guanbai handed over all the documents to the lawyer, and sat in the VIP room at the airport in the afternoon to call Qin Zhao on Lu Zaoqiu's mobile phone, arranging a way out for his subordinates.

When Qin Zhao heard this, he agreed without saying a word.

He was able to quickly change from an out-of-date actor to a well-known actor now, because he inherited the kindness of Zhong Guanbai and Tang Xiaoli.

At that time, Tang Xiaoli's writing was very popular, and some investors wanted to buy his IP adaptation movie. He sat in front of the investors and asked Qin Zhao to play the leading role by name. I wrote this book for Qin Zhao."

The investor has never even heard of the name Qin Zhao, and a search on the Internet revealed that this person is a typical "actor who is well-known but no one knows the name of the actor himself". In short, he has no reputation and cannot afford the box office. , but the acting skills are explosive and the salary is still low, so he is a good candidate for a supporting role.

The investor understood the situation and spoke:

If you want Qin Zhao to be the male lead, you won't shoot for nothing for IP. If you want to shoot, you have to hire a popular niche to carry the box office.

Tang Xiaoli was so angry that he flicked the platinum pen towards the side of the contract and said, "Would you like to shoot or not."

In this circle, Tang Xiaoli is still a newcomer after all, and there is no film and television work that has been successfully adapted. Putting his words aside, no one is willing to take the risk if he insists on Qin Zhao.

Tang Xiaoli called Zhong Guanbai out for a drink, with a look of melancholy that his desire could not be vented, "How can I sleep with Qin Zhao if no one takes pictures?"

Zhong Guanbai and Tang Xiaoli, it was the friendship of "when they were young and thin, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, and full of red sleeves". To put it more simply, they used to sleep on the same bed and analyze each other purely under the quilt. Cannon buddies live and die comrades-in-arms.

Two Sao Ling, the love is stronger than gold.

Zhong Guanbai was considered to have grown up with Wen Yue'an, and he should have grown up with a pure-hearted and ascetic appearance, but the cronies he made later were not serious people.In this regard, he has the same brain circuit as Tang Xiaoli, and he quickly found the close connection between making movies and sleeping with Qin Zhao.

But he already has Chief Lu, so of course he doesn't have the mentality of being the king of guns before. After drinking two glasses of wine, he began to brag to Tang Xiaoli earnestly, "Let me tell you, feeling like a wife is completely Different."

Tang Xiaoli rolled his eyes: "You have a size zero, isn't this a bit too big? Tsk, tell me, how does it feel?"

Zhong Guanbai's face was deep, "Let me tell you, when Chief Lu just approved me to sleep with him, I lay next to him and didn't fall asleep all night. In fact, there was no light at all, and I was night blind, so I couldn't see anything. But I just couldn't sleep, I didn't dare to touch him, I only dared to stare in the direction of his face, it was all black, and I could see dawn when I saw it."

Tang Xiaoli hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he asked, "Didn't do it?"

Zhong Guanbai said in a tone of playing the piano to a cow: "You don't understand the matter of the soul. Let me tell you, don't always think about messing with others. To have a meaningful life, you should find a decent person and play the piano." Playing the piano, reciting poems or something."

Tang Xiaoli said: "You have changed."

Zhong Guanbai said, "What changed?"

Tang Xiaoli sighed with regret at the beautiful past, "You were not such an illusory person before, we were all real people before, real gays don't play fake guns."

Zhong Guanbai said: "Okay. It seems that you still want to mess with that Qin Zhao."

Tang Xiaoli: "Do you know what Qin Zhao looks like?"

Zhong Guanbai: "I don't know."

Tang Xiaoli took out his mobile phone, "Look."

Zhong Guanbai: "It's not that, it's playing that or something—"

Tang Xiaoli: "That's him. Have you noticed something?"

Zhong Guanbai: "No."

Tang Xiaoli: "Ever since I graduated from high school and watched a play he acted in, all the guns I have shot since then have traces of him."

Zhong Guanbai recalled, "It seems that there are a few who look a bit like him."

Tang Xiaoli looked solemn and solemn, "It's not how many, it's every one." After he finished speaking, he picked up the glass, raised his head boldly and drank the whole glass, "So I have to put him to sleep no matter what."

Zhong Guanbai suddenly felt empathy.

The way he loves Chief Lu is not to mess around with anything, be careful and solemn, and dare not profane, as long as Chief Lu does not sleep with him, he will never dare to sleep with Chief Lu.

Tang Xiaoli's way of loving Qin Zhao may be to mess around desperately.

So Zhong Guanbai said: "Isn't it just a movie, I'll shoot it for you."

This remark is a bit of a drink, but it is not a blank promise.

At that time, Zhong Guanbai had just won a film soundtrack award for "Hearing the Stars". He knew a few people and had two coins in his hand. He was in a panic. If it wasn't for Tang Xiaoli, he might have invested in others.

Zhong Guanbai read Tang Xiaoli's book, and the soundtrack had a prototype in his mind. He contributed part of the funds himself, and persuaded a producer, and soon the film was put on the agenda.

Qin Zhao became an instant hit.

Three nominations for one best actor, direct conferment.

Later, Qin Zhao paid Tang Xiaoli all his kindness, but he couldn't pay Zhong Guanbai, so he had to take Zhong Guanbai's people into his studio.

Tang Xiaoli listened to the call over there, and immediately asked Qin Zhao to turn on the speakerphone, "Zhong Guanbai, are you really going to practice the piano in the big European countryside? When you come back, you are already old, and the shelves are full of fresh meat. What can you do with your old age?"

Tang Xiaoli only has one mouth left, and it has become sharper in recent years. Even the real actor standing beside him can't match his lines when speaking his lines with such meanness.

Zhong Guanbai's eyes rested on Lu Zaoqiu beside him.

"I'm not a piece of shit, what should I put on?" Zhong Guanbai said to the other end of the phone while admiring Lu Zaoqiu's side face, "Chief Lu is a decent person, with a ruthless beauty, I don't regret it, I'm not afraid. I told you, there is...well, what, it's completely different to have the feeling of a husband. "

Lu Zaoqiu turned his head to look at him, with an amused look on the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Guanbai said: "Although I am not a decent person, Chief Lu is a decent person, so I am considered a decent person when rounded up. You can't understand us decent people."

Tang Xiaoli gave a "bah" sound, "Then I'll round up and become the Best Actor."

Zhong Guanbai said: "You are wrong, you have always been the actor."

He hung up the phone, stuffed the phone into Lu Zaoqiu's pocket, and took the opportunity to fumble through the pocket.

Lu Zaoqiu said lightly, "This is the airport."

Zhong Guanbai suddenly felt a little dazed. When he and Lu Zaoqiu were together and went on tour, he couldn't help touching Lu Zaoqiu like this. At that time, Lu Zaoqiu's face immediately turned dark.

Zhong Guanbai thought of that scene, and looked at Lu Zaoqiu now, his heart was both sweet and sad.

He said, "I'll touch it."

Lu Zaoqiu actually didn't dismiss it again, and didn't pay attention to him, just continued to read the book quietly.Zhong Guanbai put his hand in Lu Zaoqiu's pocket, and openly touched it in the waiting room for a long time. Lu Zaoqiu didn't feel hard, but he felt himself hard first.

Not long after it was time to board the plane, Zhong Guanbai sat on the sofa and refused to get up.

Lu Zaoqiu looked down at Zhong Guanbai's trousers. Zhong Guanbai's expression was very suspicious, and he whispered, "President Lu, wait a moment...I need a little time...just a moment."

Lu Zaoqiu said "OK" and waited aside.

After a while, Zhong Guanbai said hoarsely, "Chief Lu, don't look at me like that."

Lu Zaoqiu: "Yes."

Zhong Guanbai: "Chairman Lu, don't talk to me for now."

After a long time, the indescribable expression on Zhong Guanbai's face finally ended, he stood up, picked up Lu Zaoqiu's violin case in one hand and carry-on luggage in the other, and boarded the plane with Lu Zaoqiu.

The buildings outside the plane window faded away. The bustling and exquisite high-rise buildings, the criss-crossing roads, and the busy vehicles gradually became smaller, and finally they were all invisible.

The honey-colored warm sun is flowing, soaking the floating sea of ​​clouds.

That is the ray of hope.