fingers of musicians

The parents were talking in the study room, and He Yin, the little friend Xu, called the decoration company urgently to restore the piano room to its original state. Fortunately, he let the construction staff put all the Steinway and all the piano scores in the vacant garage, and they were well preserved. He might actually take a beating today.

Zhong Guanbai looked at the game equipment with regret, and said: "It's good, it's time to dismantle it!" After a while, he couldn't help but said, "Well, why don't we have another game before dismantling it? I haven’t seen what it looks like inside that old warehouse.”

Lu Zaoqiu said: "Ah Bai, you have to have Mr. Wen and Mr. He come out, so you know you are afraid?"

"Why should they come out? Just you..." Zhong Guanbai's voice gradually became weaker, "I'm terrified."

Lu Zaoqiu: "What about me?"

"You are very nice." Zhong Guanbai hurriedly finished, and his careful thoughts turned to those game equipment, "Hey, Chief Lu, I don't think you can return these equipment after using them. It's a pity to throw them away. Why don't we buy them? , let’s play together at home? Didn’t you have fun too?”

"No." Lu Zaoqiu said, "I already bought you a toy this month."

"When did it happen?" Zhong Guanbai pleaded as if he had been greatly wronged, "I worked hard this month and did not engage in any recreational activities."

Lu Zaoqiu reminded: "Mung beans."

Zhong Guanbai: "..."

Yes, he and Lu Zaoqiu applied to buy it, and it was indeed for playing.The feeling of holding hands with Lu Zaoqiu in a pile of cool beans is really good, so good that Mr. Zhong immediately gave up those game equipment.

After He Yinxu finished making the phone call, Zhong Guanbai ran over to play tricks again: "Hey, student Xiaohe, I won't be able to play with these things in the future, will you be reluctant?"

He Yin shook his head slowly, not only did he not give up, but he looked full of energy, his long hair seemed to have a lot of luster, and he wished he could sit down and play all Xiao Lian's repertoire immediately.

Wen Yue'an and He Yulou came out of the study after talking, leaving Zhong Guan Bai and Lu Zaoqiu to eat together.

After all, he was leaving the next day, everything was packed, and he hadn't talked about what he had to explain. Even if he didn't meet here, Wen Yue'an would go to find them.

He Yulou found a quiet place, and several of them sat together to eat and drink tea.

The cups and bowls in this place are moon white, with blue carp on the inside and bottom, which looks cute and matches Wen Yue'an very well.

There is not much to explain, Wen Yuean left the memoirs to Zhong Guanbai, saying that no matter what to do, there is no need to ask him again, after all, the memoirs are for memories, and now he plans to go into the memoirs again, and the memories If you live with the people here, you don't need memoirs.

"Senior brother, I also gave the score of "Ode to the Autumn Wind" to Abai." Wen Yuean said, "It's your gift to Abai."

He Yulou nodded and said, "Okay."

The small building on the outskirts of Beijing was also handed over to Zhong Guanbai. It was the childhood hometown that Wen Yuean imitated for himself, but it was the place where Zhong Guanbai had been practicing the piano and grew up. When I was a child, I went back to live with Zaoqiu."

Zhong Guanbai was a little sad, because even if he went back to live, there would be no teacher there.

"If you don't want to, remember to take a look once in a while. I'm afraid that no one will go to see it, and the crabs released by Ah Bai will be flooded." Wen Yuean said, and gave Lu Zaoqiu another key, "This is the key of the study cabinet. Inside They are all things from Ah Bai’s childhood, Ah Bai was careless, early autumn, you keep them for him.”

Lu Zaoqiu agreed, and Wen Yuean continued: "There is still a new painting in the house, Zaoqiu, you can hand it to the Wentai for me. Before he went abroad, he wrote me a picture of 'Those who are like-minded are not based on mountains and seas'." For far', now that I am leaving Beijing, I will write the same picture to him." Wen Yuean and Ji Wentai are true friends of gentlemen, they have nothing to ask for from each other, but they can talk about music together The conversation lasted for decades, "I have been taken care of by him for decades. Many years ago, I was taken care of by many students when I gave occasional lectures in the college. I have nothing to keep when I leave. I only have some books, piano scores and a deposit, which I donate to College."

Zhong Guanbai saw that the more Wen Yuean spoke, the more he seemed to leave a last word, and he almost knelt down and begged Wen Yuean not to leave.

Wen Yuean noticed it, looked at Zhong Guanbai and said, "Why hasn't Ah Bai grown up yet?"

Zhong Guanbai never easily spoke to Wen Yuean, but now he said stiffly, "If I grow up, I will, then...then I won't grow up."

Wen Yuean said softly: "Okay, Ah Bai will not grow up." In fact, in Wen Yuean's heart, Zhong Guanbai would not grow up either. When he glanced over, what he saw was not Zhong Guanbai who was in his twenties. And it will always be the little boy who ran to the stage to share a piano bench with him.

Zhong Guanbai heard this, as if he had received a promise that even if Wen Yuean left, he would always sit peacefully in front of the small building in the south basking in the sun, as long as he went to visit, Wen Yuean would be there.

"Xiaohe, there is still a porcelain paperweight on the table in the study." Wen Yuean said to He Yinxu, "it was made by Mr. He, the father of Senior Brother. That paperweight was used by Mr. He and Mr. Gu, Mr. and Mrs. Gu, Senior Brother." I have used it, I have used it, and Ah Bai also used it to learn characters. I told my senior brother that there are very few things that are still intact from that year, and the only thing that has passed through the hands of three generations is the paperweight. You are also considered a good home for it. The senior brother also thinks it is very good."

He Yinxu looked at He Yulou quickly, and He Yulou nodded to him, and said, "Take it. You are the son of the He family. The son of the He family has nothing to miss, and there is nothing that cannot be overwhelmed."

The words "The son of the He family is not bad" made the corners of He Yinxu's mouth curl up uncontrollably. He was so excited that his eyes filled with tears, and he kept choking and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen..."

Wen Yuean explained the whereabouts of some old things, and Zhong Guanbai couldn't help asking: "...Teacher, don't you want anything?"

Wen Yuean said with a smile: "I will take away Abai's photos, videos, music scores, and the words written for me. The old man always looks through the old things."

After finishing everything, Wen Yue'an was a little tired. He looked at the three children in front of him one by one: "Abai, Zaoqiu, Xiaohe, they are all fine, and I have nothing to teach."

After Wen Yue'an finished speaking, she turned her head slightly and looked at He Yulou who was standing behind her wheelchair: "Brother, let's go and read the song you wrote, get the score, and then go back."

The construction in the apartment is not yet over, the game equipment has been cleaned up, but the decoration has not been restored, and the score and piano are temporarily placed in the living room.

He Yulou collected all the songs he composed and gave them to Wen Yuean.

Zhong Guanbai saw that Wen Yuean was not in good spirits, so he said, "Teacher, don't read it. I'll play it. Teacher just listen."

He has excellent sight-reading ability, so he just played down one after another, and played it for Wen Yuean.

Among He Yulou's compositions, there is an entire volume of four-handed playing, which was obviously written by He Yulou for Wen Yuean and himself, and the complex relationship between Zhong Guanbai and Zhong Guanbai can be imagined without reading the score.For Zhong Guanbai, expression is as important as technique, and he feels that these pieces are not suitable for him to play together with He Yinxu.

Zhong Guanbai originally wanted to play a duet with Lu Zaoqiu. Since Lu Zaoqiu was with him, he practiced the piano very frequently, which was enough to play such pieces that were not for show off.But when he opened the piano score and read it, he found that the four-handed play was written strangely. Zhong Guanbai glanced at He Yulou's hand hanging by his side, which was wearing white gloves just like the first time he saw it. , yes, this four-hand combo was not written for two people with intact hands.

Zhong Guanbai didn't dare to play any more, so he could only bring the score to Wen Yuean.

Wen Yue'an looked at it, and said softly to He Yulou: "Brother, let's play together."

He Yulou moved the piano bench a little to the side, pushed Wen Yuean to the front of the piano, and then sat on the piano bench by himself, and put the music score on the music stand.

He Yinxu took two steps closer and helped them turn the pages.

He Yulou turned his head to look at Wen Yuean, and the two raised their hands at the same time. They still have a tacit understanding after decades, and they can communicate without any words or extra movements.

Zhong Guanbai and Lu Zaoqiu stood behind them, looking at their backs.

The two figures are no longer young, their hair is stained with frost and snow, and their shoulders and backs have supported the whole body for too long, so they don't look very strong.

But when the sound of the piano sounded, the other three people who listened to the piano felt that the sound of the piano could only be played by young people, and there was a light in it that seemed to have never suffered, and the trust and friendship that stood side by side with the same family when they were young.

The sound of the piano is not deceiving.

If they sit quietly somewhere, they may look like two noble old men, but the moment their fingers touch the keys, they are an era that will never return.