cosine of desire

The situation of buying fish food at Lee store.Yu Xian stared straight at the manager Chen Yuxin, memories of the past emerged.After he nodded slightly to express his acquiescence, the manager smiled, as if to express his satisfaction and approval for his unique ability to identify foreign guests.Chen Yuxin took out a CD from the drawer with sketches of the interior scenery of Xinyou Linyuan and presented it to Yu Xian, who was flattered, although the manager immediately told him that this CD was a gift for foreign guests, and the CD contained piano music, among which The creator is Lin Yujing, the gatekeeper of Xunmenglou who loves music.After hearing this, Yu Xian took the manager's remarks as a joke.

"The woman who did the cleaning work has left? Is there no one to manage that building?"

"No, Lin Yujing is guarding that place. He's still doing sending and receiving work. It's summer now, he's staying at home on vacation, and he won't go to work in a few days."

A few days later, Yu Xian returned to Beijing. Without much hope, he used the computer to play the CD presented by Chen Yuxin, but immediately regretted that he did not take the manager's reply seriously: he turned the volume control pulley to the far right, and a refreshing scent of sweet spring flowed down. The tactful melody emerges from the iron net outside the speaker, flows freely on the spotless computer desk, and then rushes to every corner of the study.Yu Xian closed his eyes and soaked in the ever-increasing sweet spring, every inch of his skin felt the coolness of the water.After more than ten minutes, Yu Xian opened his eyes, because he could feel the last stream of rapids deftly passing through the gap between the iron nets, leaving only a few pea-sized drops of water, and the bursts of sweet spring that had surrounded him were also there. Evaporated by the rising sun outside the window.In the next few days, Yu Xian locked himself in the study room, played the piano music over and over again with the speaker, and took a piece of white paper, trying to write down the main theme of the piano music by listening repeatedly.After several hard attempts, he finally gave up, because the dexterously changing melody made the cosine floating on the water lose its direction and panicked, and the constantly changing chords on the keys turned into countless exit-like paths arranged in the center of the maze in disorder confusing.Even though he has carefully listened to hundreds of piano pieces from all over the world, this piece of music that seems to bring people into endless fantasy has never made Cosine lose its enthusiasm to play it from beginning to end again.After playing, he would press the button to take out the disc and look at the edge of the watercolor painting on the cover of the round sheet and the ring-shaped gap layer in the middle, but no matter how carefully he observed, he could not find out what kind of wonders were hidden outside the disc, which made people A certain moment of immersion in music can feel supreme glory.He vowed to find out the author of the piano piece before the opening ceremony of the middle school. However, after exhaustively asking various music teachers, vocal teachers and even the staff of the piano store, he had to admit that this piano piece had never existed before.In the end, he had no choice but to ask Zhang Lingyan, but his knowledge and knowledge did not allow the folk pianist who was proficient in music theory to identify the author of the piano music. At the same time, this also aroused Zhang Lingyan's interest , but he copied the piano piece to Cosine and sent it to several well-known musicians he knew well, but to no avail.

"Damn it," Zhang Lingyan scolded, "who the hell is this guy?"

Yu Xian pondered for a long time, and the dead memory finally recovered: "Lin Yujing."

This familiar yet unfamiliar name spit out from Yu Xian's mouth, lingering in Zhang Lingyan's mind, and the piano piece was also transformed into a fantasy poem, deeply immersed in the bone marrow.After being tormented by the remaining silhouettes of the piano music for a month, Zhang Lingyan could no longer tolerate the unsatisfactory life, so he borrowed the CD from Yu Xian. Youlin's route.Zhang Lingyan temporarily resigned from his job as a family piano teacher, and took the train to Xinyou Linyuan after a day and night of exhausting travel.After asking Chen Yuxin, Zhang Lingyan symbolically picked out a pack of shiitake mushrooms as a gift and prepared to take them to the mail room.A hermit came to mind as he paced the wooden bridge across the viewing lake.The character sketched in his mind has the witty appearance of Crouching Dragon Zhuge and the rebelliousness of Galohua-Chen Yuxin once showed him a photo of him and Lin Yujing.

This imagination ended at the moment when Lin Yujing opened the fence after hearing a low knock on the door.Zhang Lingyan looked up at the thin young man with a little disappointment. The latter suppressed his sleepiness and asked about the purpose of his visit.He held up the CD, and slowly expressed his intentions in an apologetic tone.Lin Yujing's eyes glanced at the landscape painting slightly. Although he was extremely tired due to the interruption of his nap, he still greeted Zhang Lingyan to take a seat like a southerner with the courtesy of hospitality, and then lifted the thermos squatting in the corner , Pull out the cork and pour a cup of hot water to the visitor. "Can you understand Changsha dialect?" Lin Yujing opened a bag of betel nuts, "We hardly speak Mandarin here, but we know what you speak. I could understand Mandarin before, but after so many years Maybe I’m not used to it.” Zhang Lingyan looked at the pile of dark fruits and shook his head: “I heard from your friend Chen Yuxin that you made this dish yourself? You also composed the music inside?” Lin Yujing continued Passed the CD and looked at the smooth edges with his eyes, nodding silently.If it wasn't for Lin Yujing's subsequent piano performance that convinced him, Zhang Lingyan would have mistakenly thought that this "boy" who was unaware, listless, and rambling was bluffing with a few long-lost piano pieces, because even though Shao Qin had told him After tutoring a certain amount of music theory knowledge, Lin Yujing still stays in the dogma of his student days in terms of music appreciation and music history.

"The piano piece is extremely beautiful," Zhang Lingyan commented almost flatly on the piece that fascinated him, to show that he was not convinced by his response, "I also play the piano, but I have never heard such a beautiful piece .Can you talk about how you came to write that piece?"

Although it has been four years since he first came into contact with the piano in his life, Lin Yujing's undivided and arduous practice has made his piano skills perfect, and his extremely high talent and sense of music have perfected his music creation ability day by day.He vaguely remembered that night four years ago, when he played those few pages of Liszt's etudes completely, he stayed up all day and night, and suffered a serious illness due to staying up too late, but he kept in mind the lifelong motto of maintaining his body. "You can't imagine that kind of day," Lin Yujing played the first theme of his own composition in a low voice, so that Zhang Lingyan could hear his stuttering Mandarin while he was immersed in the music, "When I practiced the piano I didn’t get help. Then half a year passed, and I said it didn’t make sense, and then I borrowed a few sheet music from the neighbor, but I just practiced it based on my half a year’s experience. At that time, when I was practicing Liszt No one looks at me at night, and everyone stays far away. Fortunately, no one can be disturbed by me. Liszt’s stuff is too difficult, and I haven’t had to train. I just practiced alone. It's like a neuropathy. The delivery person was scared when he came to this place. He ran away after putting the things here, but it doesn't matter. I can still do it. I practiced that score for many months. It’s crazy like this. One is that I want to play the piano so much that I feel uncomfortable without touching a key. The other is what I thought at the time, thinking that all the money was spent, don’t do it It's a lot of money to make a famous hall come out, I'm sorry.

"Let me tell you like this. The next afternoon, I asked someone to help me read it, and then I went to Shaoqin with a score to find him. Of course, one was to thank him, and the other was to ask He didn’t know whether my playing was right or not, because I didn’t have anyone to ask me here. He couldn’t believe it after hearing it, and asked me which teacher taught me from time to time. I was so happy at the time, you know? I told him that I practiced alone in the house, and it was less than a year since I practiced. He didn’t believe it, did he know? Oh, you said that you are a novice who practiced secretly without being taught, and then you didn’t You can play that song that he can't even play in a year, who would believe it? Would you believe it if it were you? But, that's how it is. I don't know why. There were several shop assistants like him, and they kept asking me, so I had to leave.

"I came back from Shao Qin that afternoon, and I was still happy. After all, I played something famous. But my father and mother didn't want me to do music. They said one was too expensive, and It’s just that they have no innocence in the matter of music, and they don’t even appreciate it. Then I specially invited them to listen to it for a while, but I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t play it well or there were too few pieces. Disappointed, my mother and I were so angry that I shouldn't spend my money on this. I must be disappointed, but I can't do anything without a score. They all went their separate ways, and many people didn’t have a mobile phone to contact them, so they would definitely not be able to get scores. There is no bookstore here, nor the Internet in the city, and I couldn’t find it; I later remembered that I could ask Shao Qin for it. , but I don’t have time and I don’t want to find him. I thought at the time, if I want to make a new song, and I want to make my parents happy, what should I do?”

Lin Yujing’s right hand lifted from the keys like a whirlwind and then fell naturally. Then, following the opening of the second theme, it fluctuated coherently according to the up and down of the melody. .The past continued: for a whole week, he sat alone by the piano, his eyes were dull, and the pupils of his eyes shimmered through the small triangular shadow.Later, in order to dispel the emptiness caused by exhaustion, he would forcefully drag passers-by to the