cosine of desire

Quickly created in my mind and jumped to the keys, Xia Tian also outlined the scenery of the viewing lake with the gorgeous movement created by consciousness and Lin Yujing.This sacred art negotiation was marked by the demise of music and was interrupted many times until it was terminated. Because Lin Yujing paused from time to time, he used his amazing memory to record the music on paper. The rapid copying and crazy memories made him sweat like rain on the keyboard. Will help sort out his sheet music manuscript. "The way you wrote it is too sloppy," Xia Xia commented with a smile while flipping through Lin Yujing's manuscript, "It's just scratches. I feel very uncomfortable if it is biased or dirty, but I can’t change it even if I want to, don’t you know how uncomfortable it is? Fortunately, the piano score is not a lot of visually appreciated artwork, so it doesn’t matter if you change it.” Silently listening to Xia Tian’s copying The scribbled euphemistic criticism, Lin Yujing specially found a stave with lace and re-transcribed the integrated piano score: for him, improvisation does not need repeated scrutiny, and the initial reaction in his mind becomes the criterion for quantifying the quality of music.

His first attempt at composing was frustrated by unintentionally imitating familiar tones, and he didn't get rid of the problem until he played for hours; There is no repetition of the melody, instead the depletion of inspiration makes the chords in half an hour a handful.Even so, his vast music reserves amazed Xia Tian, ​​and the draft paper with a thickness of nearly two centimeters was exhausted in one day.

It was a productive golden hour.Due to the tedious and complicated writing of the high-volume score, in order to compete for time with the fading memory, Lin Yujing put the independent numbers and disordered landmarks on the paper, and the chords use the icon method to avoid unnecessary repetition.During the lunch break, he resisted being tired and corrected and sorted out the messy and scribbled first draft of the piano score, which was completely transcribed on the stave according to the format taught by Professor Shao Qin at that time.Lin Yujing found that a friend with shared interests is a huge proportion in creation, and company and sharing can effectively relieve the brain blank after extreme work.In the morning, Xia Tian floated to the lake with an unfinished painting in his hand, and shared his artistic charm with it in the face of the rising sun; after unconsciously playing, he quickly copied the previous main melody and chords, and would ask the audience Xia Tian if there was a huge deviation in his memory , the latter not only completed the painting before the arrival of the first batch of Xunmenglou visitors, but also made a sincere evaluation of the music at Lin Yujing's request. The evaluation became more concise as time went on, and the song creation became more and more perfect.

The fulfilling composing life lasted for nearly two months, until the end of the summer when he was forced to leave due to the start of college.During the summer, in order to vividly depict the night scene, she stayed by the lake several times until late at night. After the painting was completed, she found that she could not climb over the hill to return to the Xinyou Linyuan apartment building. Spend the night in a daze with the desk as a pillow; on weekdays, bid farewell to Lin Yujing in the summer evening, he silently lurks in the green bushes and is shrouded in shadows, watching her drift away in the hazy moonlight.Although Lin Yujing attributed the above-mentioned actions to the result of taking care of others spontaneously, he admitted that he had a vague feeling for Xia Tian, ​​and the quality of piano composition also increased with the escalation of emotions.Although the first love was born in an era of overflowing love, it remains a pure memory, and the green and sweet emotions are not erased by the long river of time.After the summer vacation was over, the summer suitcase was ready to go, and Lin Yujing was told that she had to return to the university in the old Pingding District to continue teaching. Clenching the door frame, his veins bulged, and thousands of words came to his mouth but he couldn't utter them.

"I told you I'll be back as soon as the summer is over."

"I... I forgot," he whispered, "I want to go with you."

"Don't do this kind of thing," she smiled helplessly. "How is that possible? If you go there, you won't get a job. Your family is still here and needs personal care. We may meet again in the future."

Lin Yujing silently listened to Xia Xia's indisputable words, and the beautiful memories that had passed away condensed into a broken heart.He wanted to give her the essence of the manuscript of the staff but was rejected on the grounds that the luggage was too heavy to add to the burden.They said their goodbyes after exchanging contact information, although Summer has not heard from them since.That afternoon, Lin Yujing locked the mailroom and went to the piano store with the music score that he composed himself during the summer vacation.He vaguely remembered Shao Qin's timetable, and went to him only to relieve the loneliness caused by the departure of his confidant.The piano tuner was sitting idle in the cubicle, with his feet on the table, and he was displeased when he saw Lin Yujing stepping into the door.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you come last time?"

"I'm here to thank you," Lin Yujing held up the manuscript of the score, "You taught me a lot last year, and now I can play it pretty well, and I can write my own score."

"Yes, you play pretty well, you're so 'powerful', but you came here last time and showed us off, didn't you? Let me tell you that I've never been your teacher, When you came to me last year, I taught you because I wanted you to buy our piano. Do you think I really want to teach you? Is there anything wrong with you this time? You can leave if you have nothing to do. "

Ever since Xia Tian left and quarreled with his enlightenment teacher Shao Qin, Lin Yujing felt very lonely. Every lonely night, the image of Xia Tian would appear, with delicate brushes and pure breath like a reed floating in the wind.In the past six months, Xia Tian has never contacted him proactively, and when he dials the phone number, he always hears the prompt sound of shutting down the phone—it seems that Xia Tian has forgotten him.He understood that despite his deep affection for Xia Tian, ​​to that girl he was just a passer-by in life, and his vivid figure would stay in that summer forever.Passers-by who meet for life are like dust and stars, and the hope of mutual love is like a drop in the ocean.Lin Yujing strolled along the shore of the ornamental lake to commemorate the separation of friends, and even the trees and aquatic weeds in the mountains and forests also let out their mourning.In the middle of the night, Lin Yujing couldn't bear the mocking of rustling leaves outside the window. He ransacked the box and cabinet to search through the manuscripts of the piano scores, broke out the door, lit them and threw them on the lake, and the dazzling light rose from the side of the building for a long time.The remaining rationality behind the madness made him inadvertently turn to the gift that Xia Tian gave him before he left: a painting with the theme of Xunmenglou, watching the lake and the beach, and the scene of the flame lighting the painting is exquisite.It wasn't until this time that he realized the intention of Xia Tian, ​​and gave back to the continuation of friendship with the painting that he pursued all his life.He hugged the painting and rushed to the mail room, the fragments of sparks behind him were swallowed by the night.

"I know what I'm going to do," he said at last, in a dying whisper.

Since then, Lin Yujing has been immersed in the creation of piano music and cannot extricate himself.When the residents of Xinyou Linyuan saw that the mailroom was closed and only the courier was allowed to enter and exit, they thought that the young man was out of his mind because of the departure of Xia Tian, ​​and the customers could not hear Lin Yujing's voice when they picked up the package. , only vaguely glimpsed through the frosted glass.People occasionally meet Lin Yujing at the property management company.With disheveled hair and stiff eyes, he stood in the middle of the line waiting for the salary to be distributed, with a tired but joyful look on his face.Someone asked him, "What do you do in your house all day long?" "Writing music," he replied, "When the best music is finished, I will play it to her next summer." " "You don't have her contact information?" "Yes, but I can't get through all the time, I believe she will come back." He insisted on creating music despite others' ridicule.In the next two years, when passers-by pass the mailroom during the day, they will always hear the intermittent sound of the piano, just like a born composer who dwells in the deep mountains and old forests to plan a piece of heavenly music, and when the gap in the world finally appears, he breaks out of the cocoon with a gorgeous movement .

"So the landscape paintings on this CD are summer works?"

"Yes, but I was too stupid to thank her properly at the time. If only I could give her the sheet music I wrote before she left."

"So you just wrote the score by yourself for so many years, just to repay her kindness, and hope that one day she will come here again, and then you can play the best pieces of music to her?"

"Yeah," Lin Yujing stopped playing, "but with the help of Chen Yuxin, I finished it last year."

"You mean... the song you're playing to me now is the gift you plan to give her?"

"Yes, it took me more than a year for this song. I just put together a lot of songs I wrote before, and cut out the good parts. Of course, I deleted a lot to maintain the continuity of the song. It takes more than half a month to revise. I copied the final scores on the staff paper by myself. If I accidentally get dirty or make a mistake, I will change the paper again, so the score has been preserved until now. Okay, put it together with the painting that Xia Tian sent me. Of course, I have already played this song well before doing this work."

"Since you can play it down, why do you need to write it down on the stave yourself? If Xia Tian comes over, can you just play it for her?"

"I also thought this way at the beginning. I said that if this piece of music was written for myself, of course I wouldn't be so careful. Just take a piece of scratch paper and copy the score. The problem is that next time she comes, I will at least Get something to give to her, just like the last time she secretly left the painting to me. After all, she opened my mind and told me to write the music myself, so that my time and ability would not be wasted; In summer, she is engaged in painting, she must hope that my songs can