Aesthetics and Art—Academic School Lin He

The phone rang at the set time.Lin He pressed his temples and squinted for a while before getting up, washing his face, brushing his teeth and cooking breakfast.Vegetable and egg noodles, emerald green, tender yellow and silvery white, dazzled the eyes even if he had no appetite, he lit a cigarette with two chopsticks, his phone vibrated, it was a call from his junior.Lin He took a deep breath of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and answered the phone: "Fang Chen."

"Brother, shall I drive to pick you up now?" Fang Chen on the other end of the phone was cheerful.

"Okay." Lin He took up the thread, poured the remaining noodles into the kitchen waste bin, and got up to change clothes.

When Fang Chen saw Lin He, he exchanged pleasantries, and almost forgot the business: "—look at my memory!" He knocked himself on the head. "Brother, get in the car, the professor definitely wants to see you!"

"Is the professor's illness serious?" Lin He asked, absent-minded.

"It's an old problem, gastric ulcer. It's just that this time it was serious, and I was forced to be hospitalized by my teacher. My thesis is completely suspended, and I don't know if I can survive—"

"The professor won't miss work."

"The teacher's wife has issued a death order, and she is not allowed to work. This time, I almost went to school. The professor said that his old face was completely humiliated, and he will retire after taking care of our class—"

"It's good for you, you've become a closed disciple." Lin He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled beautifully.

"A closed disciple is definitely not as good as a proud disciple! The professor usually pulls out your unaccompanied cello set as a teaching example in class!"

"Why do you still listen to the cello group when you study music education?"

"It's because I study education that I have to listen to everything!" Fang Chen smiled and turned the car into the parking lot of the hospital.

"You play the piano quite well, why don't you continue your studies? Instead, you switch to education?" Lin He asked in a dejected manner, pinching the cigarette case in his trouser pocket.

"I'm more interested in education than piano. How about you, brother, you can obviously become a top-notch cellist, but you're messing around in various orchestras."

Lin He was taken aback, and pursed his lips tightly.He likes the feeling of being overwhelmed by music, being overwhelmed by the music of countless people, being lost in the conflicted self and many contradictory aesthetics, and trying to find it.Lin He likes "Starry Sky" played by a certain person. Although he laughed at that person's vulgarity, after many years, he couldn't find a similar starry sky.

"Brother?" Fang Chen turned his head and looked at Lin He. "You can still lose your mind while talking, you can do it too!"

Lin He pursed his lips, acknowledged his junior's complaint, and quickened his pace.

In the sunny ward, the windows faced the garden. The professor sat on the front of the bed and read yesterday's newspaper with a magnifying glass. He fixed his eyes on Lin He and lowered his head again: "Come here." Fang Chen said "ah" and went over attentively. Just short of his lower body, he touched the professor's magnifying glass at the bottom of a bottle without even shaking his broken smile. "Who told you to come here!" the professor yelled, and hit Fang Chen on the head again.

Fang Chen was aggrieved, and rubbed his forehead: "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

"Did I call you! Come here!" The professor finally looked straight at Lin He this time. "What are you doing there! Come to see me and don't say bring some souvenirs—"

"You don't need anything, what should I bring? If I don't bring it well, I will be scolded by my teacher later." Lin He flattered and tactfully.

The professor blew his beard and stared: "Cigarettes, you should take the cigarettes with you! I have a stomach ulcer and your wife took away all my cigarettes! It's a fascist! Fang Chen, you go out and hold the door for us. !"

Fang Chen muttered and left the ward.Lin He offered the cigarettes respectfully, even prepared the fire, and said in a smooth manner: "Ms. Ma'am is also for your own good—"

"What a fart!" The professor took two puffs on his cigarette. "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about you."

"Me? I'm fine—"

"Don't think that I don't know why you came back! The secondment period of the German orchestra has not yet come! How dare you! You lost your resignation and came back! Do you know how many people are watching you! Okay! If you want to seriously engage in music, I will help you to go to Paris! I have a teacher I know at the National College—”

"Professor, I don't want to play the piano anymore." Lin He touched his nose, and his liver trembled.

"What! Don't want to play the violin? What else can you do without playing the violin! Your hands were born to play the cello! You can't do anything else! I won't let you—"

"You are the biggest fascist when you talk about master fascist." Lin He was not annoyed, even though this was his own life. "Honestly, I'm kind of tired, after graduating and running around the world—"

"Take a rest when you're tired, and go to work after a rest. I asked the head of your orchestra to tear up your resignation letter and give you a long unpaid leave—"

"You stretched your hand too far." Lin He casually smiled bitterly, and threw the cigarette butt into the water glass.A wisp of smoke, sparks are extinguished.

"Even if I don't reach out, someone will. Tian Xin just hit the orchestra manager! You—you're settled?" the professor asked veiledly.

"It's all in your ears?" Lin He thought that the sexual harassment in the workplace could be covered for a while, after all, it was a small scandal, and the German side was very nervous, so they immediately contacted him Hold a meeting to discuss the cost of sealing.Lin He didn't care about the compensation afterwards, a few unromantic kisses and a love affair that didn't even have time to unbutton it were all embarrassing.If Tian Xin doesn't come, maybe it's enough to be a corner of the romantic affair. "Actually, it's not that serious. It's all caused by Tian Xin. The manager and I—"

"Tian Xin is a good kid. You may wish to think about it. Besides, you have been together for a while. Old Tian—that is, Tian Xin's father wants to see you and has told me several times. If you don't want to see him, I will I pushed it for you. But he is my old friend, so naturally I want to say a few words for him, and I don’t know if you will give me my old face..."

Lin He didn't listen to a word, and lit another cigarette, thinking of Tian Xin.That brown-haired brown-eyed man is the real musical genius, and he is a hard-working man.What others don't understand, Lin He knows that he feels inferior.Low self-esteem and pride, and Tian Xin's exhaustion, do they count as one?At this moment, he will not admit that Tian Xin is his object. Their relationship is simple and chaotic. They are not based on love, and they are physically lonely. They are together because of loneliness. They are not serious about each other. It took three years. Tian Xin said he gave up and said he loved him.Lin He resisted instinctively.Quarrels and cold wars were tried, and even "breaking up" was put on the agenda. Tian Xin chased him to Germany.Lin He played an unintelligent trick, but Tian Xin cleverly took advantage of his plot. "If I'm stuck with that manager, it's considered a 419 attempt. Tian Xin and I are not what you think." Before the accident, Lin He and Tian Xin's relationship was considered secret. Although they had not formally discussed with each other, it was natural. Tacitly store each other under their respective lives.Lin He thought that they would have a tacit understanding to the end. "Professor, do you know what 419 means?" Lin He teased, most of them teasing himself.

"I—Of course I know! Don't think of me as an antique! I was exposed to the absurdity of this circle before you!" The professor was so excited that he sprinkled ashes on the bed.

"Tian Xin didn't fight with that manager entirely because of me. He just wanted to expose my relationship with him. How long do you think I've been with him? Three months? Half a year? I'm sure he wouldn't have been a year ago Mention my name to anyone, including his father. In fact, we have known each other for almost four years. It can be understood that I am just a certain degree of partner with him. I have decided to break up. So, please do your best Maybe you understand me." Lin He has no doubts about Tian Xin's love, just like Tian Xin's methods, but he is not ready to share time with others, especially share feelings. "I feel very bad right now. Discussing my sex life with you is especially bad. But I think I have to confess to you, and I can only confess to you. Please say 'sorry' to Tian Xin's father."

The professor smashed the cigarette, and it took a long time to find his voice: "You, you and Tian Xin—forget it, I can't care about young people—"

"Then please don't worry about my resignation. To be honest, some people have already said that I got the position of the National Orchestra because of Tian Xin or Tian Xin's father. 'People's words are terrible', I thought about it. -"

"Who said that! I'll tear his mouth apart!" The professor has only had such a few caring students in his life, so he asked someone else to arrange it!Tian Xin?Lao Tian?Why!Lin He was brought out by his hard work. When the orchestra came to the school to recruit people, Lin He was taken aback at the first sight. Lin He refused because he wanted to study abroad.The professor also got involved: "Is it those bastards in the orchestra who can't make it to the stage—"

"It doesn't matter who you are, besides, I'm tired of being bored. If you really love me, let me take a breath." Lin He took the cigarette between the professor's fingers and pressed it into the water cup. "Clean up the cigarette ash on the bedside. If the teacher finds out, don't say it's me. I still want to go to your house for dinner!"

"I can't find it! When will you come to my house for a meal? I'll ask my old lady to cook something delicious for you—"

"Wait until you leave the hospital." Lin He opened the door of the ward with ambiguity. "Let's go first, you are pregnant."

Fang Chen next to Lin He showed a small face, said "goodbye" to the professor, and complained as soon as he turned into the elevator: "——The professor is too partial! I don't count for smoking! Once you come, I have no status at all." You must know that I am quite prestigious in the eyes of my brothers and sisters! Everyone thinks that I am a celebrity in front of the professor—eh? Brother, the gate is here!"

"I know, you go first, I'll sit and catch my breath." Lin He said, throwing the water glass full of cigarette butts into the trash can.

"Don't, I'll wait for you—"

"You'd better not wait for me. I don't have the energy to talk to you." He really wanted to catch his breath.

"You're right! You're too ruthless and unreasonable to make trouble!" Fang Chen "Qiong Yao", knowing and understanding. "Okay, I'll go first, I'll call if I need anything."

Lin He nodded, turned around and went to the garden, sat down on a bench that was exposed to the sun, and took out the last cigarette in the cigarette case.It seemed to be quiet, but my mind started to get restless. Why didn't I sort out the relationship earlier?Because Tian Xin can play "Starry Sky".As long as Lin He wanted to listen, Tian Xin could play the piano grade examination repertoire with various instruments, from "Song of Spring" to "Scherzo", Lin He only asked him to play "Polka", because that person only passed the sixth grade.That person, I don’t know what happened, can he play the piano?Probably don't even remember him.Lin He laughed at himself and narrowed his eyes with smoke in his mouth.The sun in early spring is warm and cold.

The refrigerator was empty, Lin He had a headache for dinner, and when he hesitated to go out—the doorbell rang.Tian Xin. "You really don't give up." Lin He scorned.The smoke between the fingers burned to the end.

"There is no reason to give up." Tian Xin pulled the suitcase in, preparing for a long-term struggle.

"We're fucked--"

"Just because I love you?"

Lin He froze, and sneered: "Because you're boring."

"What do you think is interesting?" Tian Xin took off his coat and walked into the kitchen familiarly.When the relationship was good before, he moved here to live with Lin He for a while.They get along like lovers, but pretend to be acquaintances in front of others.In a game that only two people can play, the world is their foil.Unfortunately, Tian Xin took it seriously and broke the rules of the game because of dissatisfaction. Lin He gave him a red card. "Like before? No obligations, no constraints—"

"Tian Xin!"

"Even if you call me by my name, I won't be angry." Tian Xin hated his own name, like "Sweetheart".And his mother always called him "sweetheart".

Lin He frowned, huddled in the sofa, lacking in anger: "Elvis—"

"Go out to eat? Or order takeaway? Or buy vegetables and cook?" Tian Xin pretended to be excited, but the eleven-hour continuous flight was not pleasant.He was directly called to Zurich by his father because of the German matter, and he did nothing else for a week, just discussing over and over again his future that is very likely to have no children.Father proposed to meet Lin He, but Tian Xin said that he was still working hard.Tian Xin swears to remember the horoscope, not to mention the fact that he didn't even get it right. Boss Tian called his family unlucky, shut his son at home for two weeks of self-reflection, and then threw his luggage at him, making him Get your lover back.Tian Xin immediately bought a plane ticket back home.

"Go out to eat." Lin He finally made up his mind.

In Xuandezhai, the private rooms have been booked, but fortunately there is still a quiet table in the hall.Tian Xin flipped through the menu and asked about seasonal special dishes.The little girl who was serving her responded incoherently, blushing.Lin He lit a cigarette, raised his chin and looked at the scene in front of him, which was too gentlemanly.Opposite the Eight Immortals Table, this mixed-race man, who is more beautiful than handsome, is a model of "combining Chinese and Western medicine for better curative effect". He has shoulder-length brown hair and slightly curly hair, deep eyebrows and eyes. Lukewarm, obviously unintentional to start a romance, and all the time.Why did it take so long with him?Lin He couldn't help despising himself.Vanity is never dead, why don't you have an excellent partner at your fingertips! From "why" to "why", there are all kinds of reasons, so I can't afford to worry about it anymore.

"—You're distracted." Tian Xin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Lin He's eyes.

"What?" Lin He paused and extinguished the cigarette, slightly embarrassed.

"I want to ask you what to eat."

"What to eat." Lin He shook off the napkin casually and not casually.

With two meat, three vegetables and one soup, Tian Xin was so hungry that he ate it up.Lin He felt full after seeing Tian Xin, so he ordered a pot of tea and drank it leisurely.During the dinner, when it came to the "breakup", the two had a serious discussion for a while.Lin He did not deny that he had a crush on his family background, appearance and ability, and Tian Xin happily replied, "Fortunately, you fell in love with him", so Lin He climbed along the pole and asked Tian Xin not to hang himself on a tree. Death, since the conditions are so good, there must be someone better than him.As a result, Zhu'er, who usually uses an idiom so smoothly, got stuck here, and said coquettishly, "You are not a tree, I'm not looking for a tree."Lin He almost sprayed Tian Xin all over the face!Tian Xin was really innocent: "What are you trying to say?"

"I want you to find someone else." Lin He didn't say "break up", and saved the country with curves.If Tian Xin agrees, he can reluctantly help lead the red line.

"I found you, now you don't want to find me. I don't understand, if you really like those messy things on me, why don't you like me? Lin He, you are really strange." Tian Xin was born in music Aristocratic family, if Lin He really wants to achieve something in this circle, it is indeed a good shortcut to climb up to him, but Lin He has always been absent-minded about his career.looks?No one is absolutely beautiful, at least his current beauty cannot keep the person opposite him.What is the so-called ability? Superman? Batman? Ironman?Even if Tian Xin really flew into the sky, Lin He would only ask him to play "Swinging Indian", which would be fascinated by children.

"Strange?" Lin He also felt strange.At the age when you start to lose your imagination, start to fantasize.He felt that he would meet that person, at least meet that person. Before that, he wanted to be more innocent.Anything, simple. "Maybe."

After paying the bill, we didn't discuss any results with each other.Lin He sorted out the study room for Tian Xin to use, but Tian Xin asked for half of the beds in the bedroom.Because of this matter, the two argued again, and in the end it was up to them.

Bistro Tuesday, is BossaNova day.Qingchun sat at the bar, humming along to the music, reaching a level of casualness. "Business is so bad?" Lin He joked and sat beside Qingchun.

Qingchun howled dryly, and hugged Lin He: "Didn't you say you didn't come back until the end of May? Why is it ahead of time! Call Weilai and the others! Let's have a big party——"

"Can you spare me? I just stopped by to take a look." Lin He rubbed Qingchun's bangs, only parrying the girl's enthusiasm.

"Not to notify them?" Qingchun hesitated, the man seemed not too happy.

"I'm the only one with you?"

"Okay, very good, I'm just wondering why I became your first choice, or the only one. It stands to reason that you usually go to Weilai first, and even if you don't go to Weilai, you will go to see Yin Yuan, although Gu Si Ranked ahead of Yin Yuan, but he is in Japan. Or is it that my position in your heart has risen?" Qingchun fully recognized the friendship between the men.She, or You Liehuan, can't get in

"Your position in my heart is very important." Lin He evaded the important, propped himself up and took a bottle of rose wine from the bar.If he had a choice, he would like to stay at home, but when Tian Xin was at home, the space became smaller and his privacy was at stake.That guy actually wanted to return to the country to settle down, and even discussed with him about opening a shop, Lin He was still terrified.This person loved him, the fact could not be more clear, but it was not so easy to accept.