monologue

Weiser Music Theater can be regarded as the top theater in Qingshi. The professionalism of the symphony orchestra is unmatched by other cities. Every year, many famous musicians hold personal concerts in Weiser Theater. Some upper class people.

Recently, the Weisser Music Theater will hold a solo piano recital. The player is a talented pianist who became famous at a young age. It is said that Qingshi chose to hold the concert this time for his teacher, and the day of the concert happened to be his teacher's birthday.

Chu Xingmu was half lying on the bed and scrolling through the biography of the pianist on the screen of his mobile phone. To go to the concert, he had to learn some knowledge in advance. Wen Ti, because Comrade Chu Xingmu has been on the front line all year round, he has neither time to buy clothes nor to tidy himself up, not even a few sets of decent clothes. After coming out of the South Mansion, Chu Xingmu plans to go directly to the concert. Ti saw him from head to toe, and finally the two went home.

Chu Xingmu put down his phone and said, "I only have two suits, just find one."

Wen Ti put down a blue tie and said, "Is it as casual as Chu Daha's dog leash?"

Wen Ti took a blue and black striped tie from his closet, opened the other side of the closet, there were several sets of police uniforms and two suits hanging in it, and the rest of the clothes were folded and placed underneath, Wen Ti thought to himself It's time for Xingmu to add some new clothes. If it's not the wrong size, it's not impossible to borrow Chu Xingmu's set.

"Do you value the concert or Li Xiaowen?" Chu Xingmu asked, Li Xiaowen was the pianist.

"I remember I told you about the concert a long time ago. He is a friend of mine." Wen Ti took out a black suit and gave it to Chu Xingmu.

"Your friend?" Chu Xingmu sat up from the bed, what friend made Wen Ti choose clothes for so long?Li Xiaowen is about the same age as Chu Xingmu, but their social status is too different. When did Wen Ti know this kind of music master?

"I should call him senior brother, but I can't play the piano very well. He is very talented in music, very talented, and well-trained." Wen Ti also handed the shirt and tie to Chu Xingmu, "He My piano teacher lived in Nanjia for two years. He taught me the piano for more than a year, but his best instrument is the violin. I am not familiar with him. I was forced to learn both the piano and the violin. He knocks on the door of our ward every day before dawn. He has never participated in the cultural activities two or three times a week, but he will take me to the piano room in private and lock the door. If I play wrong, he will always let me practice. , Nurses and doctors can't do anything about him."

"Does the Bell Tower not care?"

"He would stand at the door with a cane to block the doctors and nurses." Later, the nurses in the hospital found out that they were just like ordinary teachers, asking Wen Ti to take music lessons every day. After that, the nurses and doctors didn't care.

Chu Xingmu took off his coat and put on a shirt, "What about Li Xiaowen? When did you know him?"

"Five years ago, after I was discharged from the hospital, I asked my elder brother to check the address of the teacher's house, and I realized that he had been dead for several years. I have to thank him no matter what. Li Xiaowen and I met on his cemetery. Arrived, Li Xiaowen said that he was passing by Qingshi and came back to see the teacher."

"Do you usually keep in touch?" Chu Xingmu buttoned up and walked to Wen Ti's side and asked.

Wen Ti smiled and said, "Of course, he also invited me to this concert."

Chu Xingmu put his hands on the cabinet frame and looked straight at Wen Ti. Wen Ti closed the wardrobe door with her hands behind her back, then leaned on it and changed her words: "We seldom contact each other. A friend talked about the concert. The thing is, I want to invite you to come with me."

Chu Xingmu raised his chin and asked with a smile: "So you liked me so early?"

Wen Ti turned his shirt collar out and said, "It's not as early as you."

"Nonsense." Chu Xingmu kissed Wen Ti's mouth.

"Captain Chu, the time is almost up. If you keep dragging on, I will hold grudges against you twice a day." Wen Ti pushed him away with one hand, and gave him the suit jacket in the crook of her arm.

Chu Xingmu took the jacket, shook it twice and put it on, "Okay, it's rare to have time to go out with you young people."

Chu Xingmu dawdled for a few more minutes, and they didn't go out until almost 07:30. When they arrived at the concert hall, there were still 5 minutes to start. Wen Ti and Chu Xingmu didn't panic. Chu Xingmu had been there several times before It was indeed the first time for him to come to this kind of concert hall for an open-air concert, and Wen Ti skillfully led him to the second row of the stage.

Chu Xingmu glanced around. There were many people in suits and leather shoes around them, but he felt that no one was as elegant and graceful as Wen Ti. Chu Xingmu was taller, and people passing by them couldn't help but look up at Chu Xingmu. In the evening, Wen Ti pulled his sleeve and asked, "I want to go backstage after the concert, is that okay?"

Chu Xingmu pulled him to sit down and said: "If you don't flirt with others, then I agree."

"Captain Chu, you haven't even met Li Xiaowen, why are you jealous?" Wen Ti found it very interesting that Chu Xingmu suddenly showed jealousy.

"Whenever you see a beautiful woman during the day, you praise her for her beautiful hair and clothes. Can't I eat something because you're jealous?"

"Can't you compliment me when you see someone dressing up and showing their best side?"

"Then why don't you compliment me?" Anyway, he didn't wear his suit for others to see.

Wen Ti blinked and said, "Compared with verbal praise, I still like flirting with you."

Chu Xingmu blushed: "Come on, while there is still light, let's exchange eye contact for a while."

Just as Chu Xingmu finished speaking, the lights in the concert hall slowly dimmed. Wen Ti suppressed a smile and grabbed his hand. The auditorium also fell silent, and the spotlight slowly moved to the center of the stage. Chu Xingmu and Wen Ti Ti looked at the stage at the same time.

The lights on the stage poured down vertically in a square shape. A pure white tripod piano appeared first on the circular steps. The melodious footsteps slowly approached the piano. A man in a black tuxedo walked up the steps calmly. When the tip touched the keys, all the lights that gathered on him scattered leisurely, and the conductor and members of the symphony orchestra were exposed to people's sight one by one. The violinists were at the front of the symphony orchestra.

Chu Xingmu whispered close to Wen Ti's ear, "Isn't it a personal recital?"

Wen Ti replied: "The opening is probably a tribute to that famous violinist."

……

In the research building of Changqing University, after Qin Feifei sorted out the materials on Zhong Changxin's desk, Zhong Changxin asked her to go back to rest early, and Qin Feifei asked: "Doctor, did you inform Mr. Wen that Professor Jiang is looking for him today?" ?” Professor Jiang is the professor who asked Wen Ti to write a paper for him to read.

Zhong Changxin pushed his glasses: "I forgot."

Qin Feifei looked at him in disbelief. How could Zhong Changxin forget it? He must have done it on purpose. "Professor Jiang has always had a prejudice against Mr. Wen."

"Actually, I also want to see if Wen Ti is up to the job."

"But he never went to school."

"Intermittent mental illness must be difficult to go to school, so his brother and his father don't care whether he goes to school or not, as long as he is obedient."

Qin Feifei shook her head: "Then shall I still notify him?"

"No, it's getting late, go back and rest." Zhong Changxin said.

"how about you?"

"Let me read some more materials." Zhong Changxin took off his glasses and walked into the office.

Qin Feifei picked up her things and left the teaching and research room. She came out of the building, walking absent-mindedly along the way. Zhong Changxin hadn't had a good rest for more than a month. Since the establishment of the research group, he has been busy and stayed up late at night. During the day, she still looked so energetic, Qin Feifei's face was cold and her heart was hot, she didn't say anything but she was still a little worried that there would be something wrong with Zhong Changxin if he endured like this.

There is a winding corridor between the teaching building and the comprehensive building. There are lush creepers on the corridor, there are street lights in the corridor, and there are several couples walking near the garden outside the corridor. Qin Feifei took out her mobile phone to take a picture In a few night scenes, she heard someone walking towards her, and Qin Feifei saw the person clearly by the light in the corridor.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses came hurriedly from the other end of the corridor. Qin Feifei recognized that he was a professor of psychology, and she stopped him: "Professor Liang?"

The middle-aged man called Professor Liang stopped and looked at Qin Feifei in a panic. He found that the person opposite was Qin Feifei, so he forced a smile and said calmly, "It's Feifei."

Qin Feifei saw that his expression was not very good, and asked, "Professor Liang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I have something to do at home and I have to go back quickly. It's so late, you should go back and rest early." The professor Liang nodded to Qin Feifei, and walked past her to the other end of the corridor, probably in a hurry, the other party started running.

Qin Feifei couldn't help being puzzled. If he wanted to go home, he shouldn't go in this direction. This direction is to the teaching building. The teaching building should be locked so late. Qin Feifei checked the time and left the corridor.

Weisser Concert Hall, the concert was coming to an end, Chu Xingmu leaned on the seat with his arms folded and fell asleep, Wen Ti poked him, and Chu Xingmu sat up straight again. Not only did he not have musical ability, he Even the cells to appreciate music are pitiful, Wen Ti watched the pianist on the stage very seriously, Chu Xingmu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, Wen Ti grabbed his hand and put it on her lap, "Don't trouble."

The concert finally came to an end. Li Xiaowen stood on the stage and bowed to the audience and the symphony orchestra. The applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

Wen Ti and Chu Xingmu were sitting in their original positions, and other audience members had already started to leave. Chu Xingmu asked, "Does Li Xiaowen plan to leave this time when he returns to Qingshi?"

"I don't know." When the audience was almost gone, Wen Ti and Chu Xingmu stood up, Li Xiaowen and the conductor of the orchestra were still on the stage, and Chu Xingmu followed Wen Ti to the stage.

When Li Xiaowen saw Wen Ti, the two of them first gave a warm hug, then Li Xiaowen introduced Wen Ti to a few acquaintances who were conducting the orchestra, and Wen Ti introduced Chu Xingmu to them after they exchanged pleasantries.

Captain Chu had nothing else but to be very magnanimous. He shook Li Xiaowen's hand as if he was dealing with his subordinates, but he didn't want to say polite words: "Mr. Li."

Li Xiaowen smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, I haven't heard Ti mention you before."

"Mr. Li holds solo concerts all over the world. It's normal to seldom meet him." Chu Xingmu didn't want to show his dissatisfaction so obviously because of Wen Ti's face.

"We musicians are always on the road, like celebration staff and fugitives." Li Xiaowen laughed a few times.

"I'm familiar with your analogy."

Li Xiaowen looked at Wen Ti in confusion, and Wen Ti explained, "He's a policeman."

Li Xiaowen came to his senses and said with a smile: "Professional sensitive, I understand."

Wen Ti looked at the piano and was eager to try it. Li Xiaowen said, "We haven't played together before. It's a rare opportunity. Do you want to try it?"

Wen Ti nodded, and Li Xiaowen helped him move a stool. Since Wen Ti injured his left hand, he could only play it with one hand, so he chose a less difficult piece. Wen Ti said, ""Wild Rose"."

Chu Xingmu stood aside with his hands in his pockets, without any dissatisfaction on his face. Wen Ti said that he could play the piano and violin. Chu Xingmu had no chance to listen to it before, but now he has the opportunity to watch him play with others. Chu Xingmu The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Li Xiaowen had a quick glance, but when he thought of Wen Ti's joyful expression, he felt that he was too narrow-minded.

It's true that love makes people stupid.

The conductor of the troupe walked up to Chu Xingmu, and Chu Xingmu turned his head and glanced at him. The conductor was an elderly man, so Chu Xingmu took the initiative to greet him, and the conductor said with emotion: "Mr. I have accepted two students in my life, one has become a piano master, and the other has not taken the road of music."

"Mr. Ying is Li Xiaowen's teacher?" Chu Xingmu asked. He heard that Ti said a little bit that the old man who kept him in the piano room in the mental hospital every day to practice piano was Li Xiaowen's teacher, but he didn't know that the teacher was called What.

"Yes, Mr. Ying Nai Qingying's violin attainment is the deepest, but unfortunately he got sick later and didn't move much." The conductor said with some regret.

The illness the conductor mentioned should refer to mental illness, Chu Xingmu asked: "Then his other student is learning the violin?"

"Well, it seems to be a lawyer now."

"Lawyer, this major is quite broad." Chu Xingmu thought that the other student the conductor was talking about was Wen Ti.

The conversation between the two was interrupted by the sound of the piano, and Chu Xingmu's gaze was immediately attracted by Wen Ti. He sat upright in front of the piano, his fingertips rhythmically moving between the keys, matching the main theme of the other person, with a calm and gentle expression, Just like when he was facing those children, Captain Chu only had Wen Ti in his eyes, and Li Xiaowen became Wen Ti's foil in his eyes. What Chu Xingmu appreciated was not music, but a person.

After playing the song "Wild Rose", the old conductor applauded, "You can keep up with Xiaowen's hand speed, Wen Ti, you have made great progress."

Wen Ti laughed and said, "Brother Li is cooperating with me."

Li Xiaowen said: "In terms of modesty, Wen Ti is definitely the first person I've ever met. He even played "The Bell" before."

"Brother Li, is he going to live in Qingshi for a long time this time?"

"Well, after floating outside for so many years, it's time to go home and spend time with my parents." Li Xiaowen said, "Shall I treat you to dinner in a few days? I have some personal matters tonight."

"Well, it's getting late, let's see you next time." Wen Ti walked to Chu Xingmu, Chu Xingmu nodded to Li Xiaowen and the conductor, and the two turned and left.

Walking out of the theater, Chu Xingmu pulled his tie loosely, took off his suit jacket and put it on his shoulders, chewed quit smoking candy and asked Wen Ti: "Satisfied?"

"Very satisfied." Wen Ti replied.

"Are you going to meet Li Xiaowen often in the future?"

"Isn't he going to settle in Qingshi?"

Chu Xingmu put his arms around Wen Ti's waist and pulled him to his side, bowed his head and kissed him, "I'm not the only one with your personality who fantasizes about you."

Wen Ti asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Today you praised others for their beauty and played the piano with them. You praised others, and you played the piano with them." Chu Xingmu's jealousy came up again. Why didn't he have any part in these good things?

"But I really want to thank you." Chu Xingmu said, looking at the street lights on the street.

"no need thank me?"

"You squeezed out all the annoying stuff."

Clever as Wen Ti, he didn't understand whether Chu Xingmu's words could be regarded as a love story worth remembering.

"How many skills do you have that I don't know?" Chu Xingmu felt that he was quite mediocre after thinking about it. Wen Ti could draw and play the piano and violin. It can be done, painting and music are both related to talent and hard work, neither will be easy.

"The Bell" was originally a Violin Concerto by Paganini, and was later adapted by Liszt for the piano. I only know half of it from the beginning to the end." He was forced by the violinist to practice on the piano and violin for two years "The Clock", at the end of the practice, he felt that the doctors in the mental hospital were not as scary as the violinist, and he still practiced this piece when he had time. The piano could barely play the whole piece, but the violin could not Only two-thirds of the score can be pulled out.

He has practiced an etude for more than ten years, but has not played it in full yet, so there is nothing to show off.

Chu Xingmu's expression was confused. He had never heard of Paganini or Liszt. Wen Ti couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that the two of us really don't have musical talent."

"I really didn't. Your teacher's name is Ying Naiqing?"

"Well, he's a gentle, paranoid man."

"Nanjia is a guardianship psychiatric hospital, why does he live there?"

"I heard that he suddenly fell ill while teaching students, tore off the strings on the violin, and almost strangled a student."

The famous musician Ying Naiqing has been inseparable from "mental illness" ever since.

In the early morning of the next day, when Xia Ci arrived at the office and hadn't dialed his card yet, Bai Yao hurried over with the phone in his hand, and hurriedly said, "Deputy team, a homicide has occurred in Changqing University!"

Xia Ci asked: "What's going on?"

"The deceased was a professor at Changqing University. The janitor went to open the door of the teaching building in the morning and found it in the classroom."

"Notify the others to go there as soon as possible." Xia Ci hurriedly punched his card and was about to go to the scene, when Chu Xingmu and Wen Ti came in talking and laughing.

Seeing that there were not many people in the office, Chu Xingmu asked, "Is there a case?"

Xia Ci said: "Well, there is a murder case in Changqing University."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry to the scene, Wen Ti, don't go." Chu Xingmu restrained his smile, put down the cat cage and immediately followed Xia Ci.

Wen Ti put the book in her hand on the table, opened the cat cage and released Wen Daju. After a while, Qi Shaocheng ran into the office. Seeing that there were few people in the office, he thought he had come early today.

"Old Qi, take a breath and go to the scene quickly. A murder occurred in Changqing University, and the boss has already passed away." Lang Lang said.

"I thought I was early." Qi Shaocheng turned and left with his bag on his back, Wen Ti stopped him.

"Brother Qi, I'm going to Changqing University to find Dr. Zhong, can you give me a ride?" Wen Ti asked with a smile standing in front of the table.

Qi Shaocheng beckoned: "Then let's go."