The young master is sweet and playful

The encounter in the bar that day made Jin Shaoyu deeply impressed by the boy who came and went like the wind, but the world is so big, the chance of them meeting again is probably very small.

Because of this, Jin Shaoyu regretted not finding that boy that day.

He shook the program list with a sigh, today is his senior brother Ruan Qingyun's recital.

After the break, Ruan Qingyun returned to the stage, and the scene immediately became quiet. Even Jin Shaoyu put aside distracting thoughts and listened carefully to his senior brother's performance.

There is no prelude to this piece, and the heavy bass notes slowly overflow from the player's fingertips, once and for all, like the sound of a death knell beating on the hearts of every listener.

In the Boston Symphony Hall, gorgeous crystal chandeliers hang on the high roof, and sixteen ancient Greek and Roman statues stand on the walls of the hall. They should be ruthless gods, but at this moment their eyes are drooping slightly, as if Immerse yourself in the sadness of the music.

At this moment, Ruan Qingyun was playing Chopin's "Piano Sonata No. 2 in B-flat Minor", also known as "Funeral March".

Jin Shaoyu in the audience seemed to be able to see a long funeral procession walking slowly in the rainy day from the sound of music. These people walked with heavy steps. They came to the tombstone and stood quietly, like a statue or a It was a rich and solemn black, and even the rain couldn't melt away the sadness on their faces.

After the song ended, the concert hall was silent for a second, and then burst into warm applause.

Jin Shaoyu was also a member of the warm applause, his palms were red with excitement.

As expected, his senior brother is still his senior brother!Although the technique of this piece is not complicated, his brother's emotional appeal when playing it is simply invincible.

This is probably what their teacher said, soul-like performance, poetic music.

If his brother's performance is quiet and powerful, then the boy's performance is full of appeal and vitality.

For some reason, Jin Shaoyu thought of that boy again.

Someone in the auditorium had already shouted Encore, and then more and more audience members shouted Encore.

In the midst of the excitement, Jin Shaoyu's excited mood slowly calmed down strangely, and even the speed of applause also slowed down.

As the lights on the stage gradually dimmed, this was the prelude to his brother's upcoming performance, but Jin Shaoyu's thoughts seemed to drift away...

He really hopes to become a performer like that boy and his senior brother.

***

Half an hour later, backstage at the Boston Symphony Hall.

Holding a bouquet of roses, Jin Shaoyu stood outside the lounge and looked around, looking for his senior brother.

However, the living room was quiet, and there was no one. Just when he was wondering, he suddenly felt a cold and rough touch on the back of his neck. He shrank his neck subconsciously, and heard the people behind him Said: "Your senior brother has gone back to the hotel to rest, you'd better not disturb him now, he just broke up in love, he is probably lying on the bed crying right now."

Jin Shaoyu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried, and even a little annoyed. He was also very depressed recently, and he didn't even notice that there was something wrong with his senior brother.

"When did this happen?" Jin Shaoyu turned his head and met Carlo who was smiling all over his face. He was stunned for a while and asked in confusion, "Why are you so happy that brother has lost his love?"

"The piano piece he played when he fell in love was the most beautiful music I've ever heard." Carlo said obsessively.

Jin Shaoyu: "..."

Carlo continued to praise: "I like his ruthlessness when he breaks up with his predecessor."

"..." Jin Shaoyu touched his nose embarrassingly. Based on his understanding of his senior brother, his senior brother should just want to pay homage to this lost love, not to bury his predecessor. However, how does Carlo want to interpret it? Luo's business.

After all, music is like this, there is no fixed answer.

The same piece of music, everyone sees a different picture.

"My brother also played "Enthusiasm" today. I think it's great. The emotional expression is like the earth is roaring and the volcano is erupting. However, under this strong emotion, there is an undercurrent."

Carlo keenly grasped the word "also", and asked, "Little Feather, you came backstage with flowers in your hands, you probably didn't blow rainbow farts on purpose, did you? Did you encounter any performance problems?"

Carlo is an Italian, with love words and nicknames, he just opens his mouth. After he knew the meaning of Jin Shaoyu's Chinese name Liyu, he gave him the nickname Xiaoyu.

However, under the appearance of a playboy like him, there is a delicate heart, and he grasped the key point of Jin Shaoyu's words in an instant.

Jin Shaoyu sighed: "I'm also playing "Enthusiasm" recently."

"Oh?" Carlo waited for the next text.

Jin Shaoyu was a little hesitant to say: "The teacher said that the "Enthusiasm" I played was like the fierce airflow he encountered when he flew over Germany last time. He was so enthusiastic that he wanted to shout, 'God, please let me land safely. '."

Jin Shaoyu was already very depressed, but just after he finished speaking, the person opposite him laughed unkindly, and still laughed out loud.

Not only because of his teacher's humor, but also because Jin Shaoyu imitated his teacher's movements when speaking, and the imitation was lifelike.

Jin Shaoyu saw that Carlo couldn't straighten his back from laughing, the depressed expression on his face became more serious, his slender eyelashes drooped pitifully, a little more grievance than before, then he kicked Carlo with his toe angrily and anxiously .

Carlo coughed twice, and suppressed his smile: "I have to say, you have a strong ability to imitate, and your teacher is much more humorous than mine. You said, our teacher is two brothers, why is there such a big difference? Woolen cloth."

When Jin Shaoyu heard Carlo say "bad things" about the teacher, he immediately opened his eyes wide in horror, and looked around vigilantly, as if their teacher would come out with the music score to beat people at any time.

Perhaps Jin Shaoyu's aggrieved and frightened appearance aroused Carlo's unbearable heart, so he turned the topic back to the main topic: "Okay, let's get down to business, little genius from the East, you know that the gap between you and your senior brother is Where is it?"

When Jin Shaoyu heard this, he immediately straightened his back and listened attentively.

"In terms of music, your talent is unrivaled. You not only have an absolute sense of pitch, but also have a super memory. I remember you and your senior brother came to visit the orchestra and listened to a piece I randomly played. You listened to it once and then played it again. Here it is, and later you said that you hadn’t heard enough before, and it really scared me at that time.”

Jin Shaoyu gave a soft "hmm", then blinked, and said seriously: "Later I went to listen to the original song, and found that you played a few notes wrong."

"Okay, don't emphasize this matter anymore..." Carlo, who has always been calm, rarely showed some small embarrassment on his face, and then he said, "But your emotional experience is blank, cleanly like Snow in the Alps, you don't have strong love and hate, or even hate someone's bad emotions, you are like an innocent and innocent little angel, always gentle and happy, it is difficult for you like this The dark and violent feelings in the song are expressed."

Carlo patted Jin Shaoyu on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Try to play, to have fun, to lose a relationship, to hurt one's heart, whatever. In short, go experience a different world."

Carlo's words seemed to have given Jin Shaoyu a heavy hammer, making his brain buzz.

He knew Carlo was right.

His family has a mine, the family is harmonious, and he has a very high talent in music. He made his mark in the international piano competition at the age of eight, cooperated with the world's top-level orchestra at the age of 15, and was admitted to a top music school at the age of 17. Further study.

It can be said that he has had a very smooth life in the past 20 years. This kind of smoothness allows him to play without any distractions and enjoy music to the fullest. It is also this kind of smoothness that makes him lack some experiences that he should have in life, such as setbacks and failures. ,sad……

Seeing that Jin Shaoyu was in hesitation, Carlo continued to encourage him: "Go, find a man who can let you have fun!"

Originally, Jin Shaoyu was still thinking seriously, but when he heard Carlo's coquettish words, his head was filled with question marks.

Before he could react, he saw that Carlo adjusted AD4

Collar, like a peacock with high spirits: "Hey, it's getting late, I should go."

Jin Shaoyu asked suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

Carlo said positively: "Of course I'm going to comfort your senior brother."

Jin Shaoyu: "..."

Jin Shaoyu hesitated and said: "Why do I think you are happy that my senior brother is broken in love, not only because he played a song into your heart? But...but... want to take advantage of it?"

Carlo squeezed Jin Shaoyu's face, and said in an exaggerated tone: "My God, the whole school knows that I am plotting against your brother, how did you react?"

Jin Shaoyu: "!!!"

That night, although Jin Shaoyu didn't see his senior brother, he was inspired by Carlo's words.

After Jin Shaoyu went back, he tossed and turned for several days and nights. After much deliberation, he decided to send a suspension application to the school and teachers in order to hold a perfect graduation concert.Such an application for suspension of studies was unprecedented, but Jin Shaoyu's application letter was sincere and touching. After discussion, the college finally agreed to his application for suspension of studies.

On the day Jin Shaoyu left school, senior brother Ruan Qingyun and Carlo came to see him off, representing their entire school.

He and Ruan Qingyun are majoring in piano, Carlo is majoring in violin, and their teacher is a pair of brothers, so although they are not majoring in musical instruments, they can indeed be regarded as a teacher.

Jin Shaoyu looked at Ruan Qingyun and Carlo's intimate behavior. This time he was finally no longer slow, but he was still a little surprised: "You are together? This, so fast?"

How long has it been since the concert!

Ruan Qingyun is a Chinese-American, but his personality is not American at all, and his Chinese is still very standard: "Try it, you have the courage to suspend school for a year, so I can naturally try to accept this devil."

Jin Shaoyu looked at the calm Ruan Qingyun, and then at the smiling Carlo. He was about to send a few words of blessing, but Ruan Qingyun preempted him.

"You have completely disappeared from the European and American classical music world after you left, and you don't care about this disappearance at all, and you just want to improve your piano skills. I really admire you."

"Hey..." Jin Shaoyu was a little embarrassed by his senior brother's praise. You must know that his senior brother seldom praises others. He rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "Senior brother, don't say that, if my performance can be With the same emotional expression ability as you, I don't have to suspend my studies."

The two of them muttered in Chinese, and Carlo next to him became unhappy, and said, "Can you two stop using that magical oriental language?"

Jin Shaoyu and Ruan Qingyun were stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other and smiled, and continued their conversation in English, and Ruan Qingyun simply translated the conversation just now to Carlo.

After listening to it, Carlo followed suit: "I admire you as much as your senior brother. If you disappear for a year, how many concerts will you lose, and how much money will you lose?"

It was rare for Carlo, an Italian, to think about a very practical problem.

Hearing this, Jin Shaoyu puffed up her chest, and said obediently and proudly: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about the little reward for performing, every time I go to perform, it's not for reward, but to enjoy the joy of working with different orchestras! "

"It doesn't matter" and "that little remuneration" deeply hurt Ruan Qingyun and Carlo. In fact, their family background is not bad, but compared with Jin Shaoyu, a young master with a gold mine in his family, they are really incomparable .

So these two gentle and amiable seniors who were still smiling just now stretched out their feet and kicked the cute and unbeatable little senior: "Get out."

Just like that, Jin Shaoyu boarded the plane with his luggage.

He had a sound sleep on the plane, and when he opened his eyes again, he could already see the land of the motherland from the porthole.

Jin Shaoyu pursed his lips, because he had slept for too long, his tongue was a little dry, and he was about to order a cold drink when he heard the whisper of communication outside the cabin.

"He took the initiative to sign for you?"

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect him to be so easy-going. He said that he knew the work rules of the flight attendant and he couldn't ask for an autograph, but maybe the expression on my face was too obvious, so he took the initiative to ask me, woo woo, he really Good! It’s the man I voted for! You don’t know how handsome he is, he’s even more handsome than on TV! When he smiled at me, I almost passed out.”

"Hey honey, calm down."

Jin Shaoyu blinked, listening to the two flight attendants, it seemed like there was a big star on the plane?Or the amiable kind?

Although he was a little curious, he didn't have a strong desire for prying eyes. He just opened the partition, smiled and said to the flight attendant outside: "Hello, can I have a glass of orange juice, I want ice."

When Jin Shaoyu was speaking, he was actually quietly observing the expression of the flight attendant. Although the flight attendant tried his best to cover up and restrain his expression after seeing Jin Shaoyu, Jin Shaoyu could still see the reddish cheeks and bright eyes from her excitement and joy. I saw that strong liking.

At that moment, Jin Shaoyu was a little envious, which also made him look forward to this trip back to China even more.

When he got out of the cabin, he was guided by the flight attendants to walk through the VIP passage. The moment he stepped on the stable ground, he first stretched a long way. Still not comfortable on the ground, after stretching his muscles and bones, he pushed the suitcase forward.

It is now early June, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall of the airport is the dazzling sun, warmly baking the earth. Just looking at it, I feel that it is very hot outside.

He had just walked halfway when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Hurry up, hurry up! They are catching up." This is an impatient voice.

"Why can I still be found through the VIP channel?" The voice was obviously frantic.

"God knows! These media and fans are so talented!"

Jin Shaoyu was extremely sensitive and picky about sound. The complaints of the crowd behind him, the sound of footsteps, and the sound of luggage rollers mixed together. It was noisy, like a small hammer beating his fragile nerves.

At the same time, he felt a hot wave coming from behind, and he hurriedly pushed his luggage, wanting to take a few steps back to the side.

But his suitcase was too big and heavy, so he was still a step behind.

"Ahhh! It's Fengfeng!!"

"Ah, it's really him! Look at me Fengfeng!"

Next to the passage was a closed staircase, and Jin Shaoyu saw faces poking out of the gaps in the banisters of the stairs. They stretched their necks, held up black cameras, and their eyes were shining eagerly.

Jin Shaoyu: "..."

Otherwise, the "like" he was expecting would be a little less than this eagerness.

It was this hesitation that made Jin Shaoyu a step slower.

It was this group of screaming girls that made the group of people behind them even more anxious, as if an eagle had been thrown into a group of ducks, they all became panicked and rushed forward even harder.

One side takes a slow step, and the other side is more eager.

In the chaos, someone didn't know who hit Jin Shaoyu's shoulder hard, and the suitcase slipped out of his hand.

Jin Shaoyu let out a small "ah" and reached out to grab his luggage.

However, the other hand was faster than him, firmly holding the suitcase rolling forward.

"I'm sorry." In fact, it was Qin Shifeng's staff who bumped into the person, but he apologized instead.

The gentle voice was like a warm pot, ironing every tight nerve of Jin Shaoyu thoughtfully, he felt his brain suddenly warm up, and then the suitcase was dragged back under his eyes.

The hand on the luggage handle is quite beautiful, slender, clean, with honey-colored skin, well-defined muscles and bones on the back of the hand, and it is full of sunshine at first glance.

"I'm really sorry." The soft voice sounded again.

When Qin Shifeng approached, Jin Shaoyu could smell a faint fragrance, the smell of the ocean coming from the pavement, with a hint of freshness after the rain, just like the other party's voice, it was also very comforting.