[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

In this city of theirs, every spring and autumn is compressed into an extremely short period by the long summer and winter. Usually, there is no time to clean up the wardrobe for changing seasons, and the short transitional season is over.

After the weather got cold, the period before the heating was the most difficult. When walking outside, the small cold wind from Siberia was blowing. When entering the piano room, you had to slow down for a while before your fingers could recover. Exercise flexibility.

But today this occasion is not for practice or class, so no one said much.The auditorium of the school was filled with people, and the headmaster made long and boring speeches and speeches, pausing from time to time in order to get warm applause from below.But this wish is definitely an extravagant wish. Most people hold a mobile phone in their hands, and they don’t pick it up as a light stick during the pause, and take it as a concert to perform a few waving movements, which is considered to be more face-saving. exists.

The ones who are less face-saving are people like Huang Shaotian and Yu Wenzhou.

Yu Wenzhou is the class committee member, and he is indispensable for such occasions every time, but Huang Shaotian is not, he just went out in the morning and didn't read the almanac, so he was arrested to make up for it.The two met at the entrance of the auditorium, looked at each other with a smile, signed in, and sat down together in an inconspicuous corner.

Of course, Huang Shaotian cannot be expected to listen to this kind of speech with gusto, not to mention that he recently joined the army of postgraduate entrance examinations in the all-night self-study room, and stayed until late every day before returning to the dormitory, so now he tilts his head against Yu Wenzhou, holding Ben Vocabulary book, now sleeping in the dark.He even had a dream, in which there was a sea-blue halo, and classmates from his side ran over from time to time, saying to him, Young Master Huang, hurry up, Menuhin is here to give the master class in the afternoon!

I'm not going... What's the matter with Menuhin, I don't like him.Huang Shaotian shook his head in his dream and ignored it, he only felt that there seemed to be something hidden behind the sea blue light, he wanted to go in and have a look.

But how can not go.

And Yu Wenzhou next to him was not much better. Yu Wenzhou also nestled in the seat, leaning his head against Huang Shaotian, and fell asleep.Recently, he also participated in Huang Shaotian's all-night study room project, and he has always been used to irregular work and rest. Yesterday when he returned to the dormitory, he still lit the lamp and boiled oil until midnight, and finally he was about to hand in his entries for the competition. In the cold night of the heating system, he was born under the light of the desk lamp that he had turned down so as not to disturb his roommate who went to bed early.

It was a somewhat unsightly first draft, because he had been taking it to various occasions, and he would take it out to add and modify it. The original smooth paper had some rough edges, and the black ink on it was written for the first time. On the top, the blue ones were corrected for the second time, and there were some small red annotations at the end, which seemed densely packed on the staff, and this was only a first draft, and he didn't know how many times he would have to correct it.

The birth of the first draft did not bring him much joy, because he was too sleepy.The moment Yu Wenzhou was woken up by the alarm clock the next day, he even shrank under the quilt in a rare way—he has good self-control, so he rarely stays in bed.But at this time, he really didn't want to wake up. It would be fine if he was going to class, but he was going to the conference... He finally sat up from the bed with a displeased face, and saw that his roommate Zhang Xinjie, who had left first, was already there. Helped him organize the sheet music spread across the table yesterday, and caringly feared that he would oversleep, so he used his watch to set an alarm clock for him to wake up in 10 minutes.

So now sitting in this dark and warm auditorium, with speeches that sound like a lullaby in the background, I would be sorry for the good time if I didn't get a good night's sleep.

It wasn't until the principal finished his last sentence that unprecedented warm applause erupted in the auditorium. Huang Shaotian was awakened, and when he raised his head, he saw the big screen in the auditorium that hadn't been turned off in time, showing the principal's last words on it. He glanced at it, and saw the old phrases such as "the fragrance of plum blossoms come from the bitter cold" to encourage them to study hard, and his heart suddenly became clear, no wonder he dreamed of Menuhin just now!It turned out to be such a reason.

Of course, at the end of the dream, he couldn't catch up with the sea-blue light. After waking up, he slowly turned his neck and looked at the rostrum, thinking that this is all nonsense. Why don't you talk for a while longer?Maybe I can see what is behind that!

Yu Wenzhou also woke up. In fact, he didn't sleep very well. He always felt in a trance that he was still changing the score. He wanted to change here, but he didn't feel good there. When I got up, I felt relieved when I woke up.

"What's wrong with you?" Huang Shaotian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Yu Wenzhou's eyes. Seeing that he was still a little slowed down, he patted him on the shoulder, "Did you stay up late again when you went back last night?"

Yu Wenzhou calmed down and smiled at him, rubbed his forehead and said, "Well... But fortunately, I have finished all the writing, and I have an appointment with the teacher to show it to him in the afternoon, and I should make a few more drafts before I can enter the recording studio. .”

They walked out of the auditorium along with the crowd, and when the cold wind blew outside, most of them woke up, Huang Shaotian pulled his collar, and said a little excitedly: "Does that mean that now I can know what you wrote? You have to show it to the teacher in the afternoon... Do you have class in the morning? I want to read the first draft! It’s fine if you don’t show it to me when I’m writing it! I must be the first one to see it! Is that okay?”

While talking, he looked at Yu Wenzhou eagerly, the other party also tugged at the collar of the windbreaker, looked at him with a smile, and nodded in response: "I don't have any lessons, but I put the score in the dormitory, if you want to read it, let me know." I go back together?"

"Okay!" Huang Shaotian got the answer he wanted, and his mood immediately improved a few octaves, he stretched out his arm carelessly to hook Yu Wenzhou's neck and pushed him forward, "Let's go, let's go! "

"Wait, Shaotian, how did I remember that you had class this morning?" Yu Wenzhou turned his face to the side while tearing off his two arms and asked. Huang Shaotian was very close to him. Eyes met, staring at each other, Huang Shaotian burst out laughing, he wrinkled his nose and replied somewhat vaguely: "If you don't go, then you won't go, you are more important."

Yu Wenzhou helplessly gave him a reproachful look of "Don't use this strange reason to prevaricate and don't use me as a shield", but Huang Shaotian pretended to greet the passing classmates and ignored them.

This person, really.

Yu Wenzhou looked at him and greeted his classmates with a smile. That smile hadn't changed since they met. It was always cheerful and enthusiastic. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth had a nice curve. Everyone seemed to be familiar with the familiar greeting. They were acquaintances who had just parted ways, and everyone was very close to him.But a long time ago, before they got to know each other well, he even felt that Huang Shaotian wouldn't have a deep friendship with others.

But now he himself has become the best counterexample to that idea at the beginning, Yu Wenzhou laughed to himself, no one can really say accurately about the things in this world.

And he never thought before that the person who played the piano at first, which sometimes felt like a precise and infallible machine, would have such an emotional feeling that he could listen to every melody. , every note overflows with a general performance, and he is the only one lucky enough to hear the audience.

Their emotions may have been in a critical state that day, which doesn't explain anything.And the next day Huang Shaotian came to him to practice eating together as usual, but he didn't mention what happened that night again.After a few days, he was even able to make fun of this incident, as if the unlucky person who was dismissed was not himself.

And in the end, Yu Wenzhou was not surprised. When Huang Shaotian finalized the list of guaranteed graduate students in the department, he refused the major transfer, which meant that he was not able to guarantee graduate studies in the end, no matter what major it was.

I heard that Wei Chen called Huang Shaotian to have a talk, and their homeroom teacher also called Huang Shaotian to talk... But Huang Shaotian didn't mention it much, because for him, it was as simple as finishing the song on the rooftop. , the moment Yu Wenzhou finished talking about those words, he didn't want to worry about them anymore, he was not the kind of person who could afford them but couldn't let them go.

But Yu Wenzhou also knew that Huang Shaotian didn't care about it at all. He could decisively reject the quota, and he could take the initiative to talk about it as a joke. Maybe he himself thought it was no big deal, but these things It doesn't mean he really doesn't care.It is impossible to say that he is not in his position, but Yu Wenzhou can't help thinking and guessing. Sometimes he even wonders a little self-deprecatingly, whether he cares more about this than Huang Shaotian.

But why not?

His previous efforts, he saw every minute and every second in his eyes, his talent, his performance, and his enthusiasm, all deserved what he should have gotten.In the book, it will be written that talented people are appreciated and recognized by everyone, good people are rewarded and bad people are brought to justice, heroes return with triumphant songs all the way, and treacherous people will not survive even if they go to hell.Although these routines are old-fashioned, Yu Wenzhou used to think that he would not take a second look, but now he suddenly realized that he was just an ordinary person. He hoped that Huang Shaotian could get the best of everything, in terms of studies, playing, and all aspects... That's what he deserves.

After that incident, the score that he already had a rough outline underwent a major revision. After they said goodbye that night, Yu Wenzhou almost stayed up all night when he went back, discarding the previous ideas and rewriting a version. Unclear thoughts were presented in his mind as musical notes one by one, like the tide lapping on the beach, rushing to him wave after wave.

That night he sat in a familiar place, turned on the low lamp in front of the desk, the soft light clearly reflected his whole appearance on the glass window, and on the desk was a sheet of music , with the already cold strong tea in hand, he stared at the strange-looking self projected on the glass, and all he could think of was Huang Shaotian's performance in the afternoon.

Outside the window is the pitch-black night, the quietest time of the Conservatory of Music.He sat at the table revising the music score, quietly waiting for the night to slowly melt away and the first ray of sky to shine in the east.

Now that the music scores are all completed, Huang Shaotian is standing beside him smiling and talking to his classmates, everything is calm as usual, this is an unusual day for them.But at this time, he suddenly recalled the feeling that he felt as if he was trapped in his heart that night, with blunt pain after another, and the depression that made him almost unable to breathe.At this moment, he thought hesitantly, he didn't know if that feeling was called heartache.

This idea flashed by, and Yu Wenzhou was taken aback for a moment. Composers are people who write stories with musical notes. They usually have their own understanding of the feelings and stories in this world. I understand, usually he is very transparent in this regard, but at this time, he was suddenly a little confused about what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking? Let's go!" Huang Shaotian tilted his head and leaned in front of him, "What's wrong with you today, what time did you stay up yesterday? Look at the dark circles under your eyes... Comrade Yu Wenzhou, I sincerely tell you to take care of your body Don't always stay up late, be careful someday..."

The unlucky words were swallowed by Huang Shaotian, so he abruptly changed the topic: "Be careful of catching a cold when it's cold."

"For the last time, after the first draft was finalized, I didn't feel so nervous. I think the work can be handed in before Christmas." Yu Wenzhou didn't care, and agreed with a smile.

"The last time? Is this your final work? I can imagine what kind of state you will be in when you really become a great composer... writing songs day and night in the middle of the night..." Huang Shaotian obviously didn't buy it, "but I think I have thought about playing the piano in the middle of the night for a long time, but I have never had a chance to practice it.”

He said with a regretful look, and shrugged regretfully.

He had been to Yu Wenzhou's dormitory a few times before, and this time he was very familiar with the way. He pulled a stool and sat down when he entered the room, waiting for Yu Wenzhou to bring him the score.

And when the first draft was held in his hands, Huang Shaotian even held his breath for a moment. This was the score that he had been thinking about reading for a long time, and Yu Wenzhou had never shown him the score. It was also what Yu Wenzhou said , with him as the blueprint, the final song written would be false if it says that it is neither exciting nor curious.

He reads scores very quickly, and he can sight-read unfamiliar pieces for the first time with no difficulty.But this time he read very slowly. He read every note and measure very carefully. Through the paper and these handwritten notes, he seemed to be able to imagine what kind of expression Yu Wenzhou used to face this person at that time. Zhang Zhang's blank score, and then sort out those complicated emotions one by one.

The title of the song is blank, it seems that I haven't thought of a name yet.But overall, this is an ABA form with an uncomplicated structure. It starts with a light allegro, and the melody surrounding the A and E strings is melodious and soft, like when they first met, outside the school auditorium, on a summer night The breeze blowing by was also like the bright neon they saw flashing by when they were sitting together on the train going to the seaside.

When transitioning from the low position to the high position, Yu Wenzhou used a series of long arpeggios with continuous shifting to complete the transition. From the open string of the A string to the last artificial overtone, the rapid melody sounded in Huang Shaotian’s mind. At that time, he seemed to see that summer rainstorm in the dark that he thought he had exclusively enjoyed. Small sounds on the fretboard.

Then the music took a sharp turn, using the low tone of the G string to express the melancholy and gloom, and the slightly brighter but equally heavy tone of the D string to express the emotions so clearly. The long and short sounds one after another are like some kind of inexplicable metaphor.

It was not just the projection of "Chakong" that would not stop in the bleak autumn wind that day, he seemed to see the shadow of Yu Wenzhou from the melody of this passage, the one who had doubts and longing for his future and was not recognized by everyone. Optimistic, but still willing to go alone figure.Changing strings and bows one high and one low is like a silent question, and the light trill sounds like comfort and encouragement.

Huang Shaotian quietly stared at the sheet of music, pinching the paper vigorously with his fingers, the edges were slightly white, he raised his head to look at Yu Wenzhou, who also looked at him silently.

At that moment, he thought, he didn't know what kind of expression he had on his face, but this was the first time he saw Yu Wenzhou like this. His expression was obviously not very different from usual, but he felt that that look There was some faint uneasiness and uneasiness in the calm expression, and he looked over with expectant and uncertain eyes, which seemed to be wet in his eyes. At that moment, he felt that the thin pages in his hand were so heavy, He was so overwhelmed that he could barely speak a word.

This is obviously a song based on him, but he not only saw himself in it, he also felt Yu Wenzhou's story.Those relaxing allegro, pathetic long tunes... He hasn't even been able to play it himself once, just the melody formed in his mind can make him throb so far.

This is their song, the memories and stories of the two of them.

I wonder what kind of mood he was in when he wrote these notes?

At this time, Huang Shaotian suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he was still learning the most elementary music theory, the teacher would extract a famous quote from a famous person for them every day. At that time, he memorized a sentence, which came from a composer he later liked very much .

The composer said that the world's favorite music was written by me with the greatest pain.

At that time, when I was young, I didn't understand what kind of painful feelings behind such a sentence, just like the melody of Brahms' "Lullaby" that he liked very much at that time, he would hum it from time to time. He had no idea that behind such a sweet and tender melody, there was a helpless and poignant memory of the composer a hundred years ago.

He thought he already knew Yu Wenzhou very well. He was hardworking, talented, gentle and humorous... Every time these good adjectives were mentioned, he could think of Yu Wenzhou's usual times with him, but at this time he He discovered that his understanding of Yu Wenzhou was far from what he thought.

This is a person who will always surprise him.

He adjusted the order of the score, raised his head and smiled at Yu Wenzhou, and after seeing his smile, Yu Wenzhou lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "It's really not when I hand in homework to the teacher. I've been so nervous...I always feel..."

"What do you think?" Huang Shaotian leaned over and sat side by side with him and returned the sheet music to him, looked at him playfully and asked with a smile.

"I can't tell." Yu Wenzhou shook his head, "It's also the first time I've tried this kind of writing... When I wrote it, I had too much impulsiveness and enthusiasm, but after I wrote it, I felt like I didn't dare to read it again."

"I like it very much." Huang Shaotian turned to look at him with his chin in his hand, smiled and said, "When I was young, I practiced the piano, and I was envious when there were scores written 'To whomever'... Someone wrote a song for him, it must be a very good friend, a very important person, now you see, you gave me a song for my birthday, and then this is the song you wrote for me... ...It feels like a long-cherished wish has come true, and you let me pinch it to see if I'm dreaming."

Yu Wenzhou smiled and held his hand, but did not move. Huang Shaotian held him back and said in a low voice: "Wenzhou, I didn't know you before, so you used to I'm not qualified to comment on what I've experienced, but now I want to say that this is really a great song, and no matter what the final result is, I will..."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "I will always be very grateful to you for persevering and choosing to learn composition."

Because I have always insisted on refusing to give up, that's why I met today.

Yu Wenzhou responded, and when it came to the decision, he remembered that he had gone out with Huang Shaotian and his dormitory people a few days ago, Zheng Xuan and the others said Huang Shao, you shouldn’t study for the postgraduate entrance examination anymore, and continue to study here. Ah, Young Master Huang, you should be brave. Young people should be brave enough to pursue a wider world. At that time, Huang Shaotian didn't have a particularly big reaction. Afterwards, the topic was brought up, and no one brought it up again.

In fact, Yu Wenzhou felt that those words were right, but he also felt that it was not his turn to say it. This person seemed to care nothing, but in fact, he himself was very transparent about everything.

So for some wishes, he just let them go through the motions silently in his heart, as if they never existed.He let go of Huang Shaotian's hand, and replied with a smile, "I think so too."

Huang Shaotian glanced at the music score again, followed the direction of the music score and saw a small kaleidoscope on the desk, he was attracted by that gadget, picked it up and turned it towards his eyes, the multicolored pieces of glass were in the Arranged and combined in a small lens barrel, it is a whole new world with a light turn.

They were all gadgets when I was a child. I haven’t seen him for many years and found them very novel. While looking at him, he kept turning his eyes and asked Yu Wenzhou: “Is it yours? I don’t think you would like such dazzling and gaudy things. people?"

Because of squinting one side of his eyes, his face was slightly wrinkled when he spoke, and he looked a little young. The dormitory is well lit, and the not so warm but still bright sunlight from the early winter came in from the windows, and all of it fell on them. body.Yu Wenzhou looked at Huang Shaotian twirling the kaleidoscope childishly, and thought it was a little funny. Just now he was discussing a very serious topic in a serious manner, but now he started playing. I really don’t understand what he was thinking.

But he also felt that, in fact, what Huang Shaotian was thinking, he had always been very clear.

He just sometimes doesn't know what he is thinking.

Yu Wenzhou looked at him, Huang Shaotian was still talking about something with a smile, he was very familiar with that smile, it was clean and transparent, it was a very pretty smile.

So he replied: "Yeah, I... prefer simple and transparent."

They had lunch together, Yu Wenzhou went to find the teacher with the score, while Huang Shaotian went back to the dormitory to pick up the piano, took the card and went to the piano room.

He closed the door and took out the piano. He almost couldn't wait to try that piece of Yu Wenzhou's. The original manuscript was taken away by Yu Wenzhou, and he didn't have time to transcribe it. Usually, there are not many scores that can be memorized after reading it once. , but this one, he only watched it once and firmly remembered it.

In the brisk first half, the high-pitched and pathetic climax theme, he recalled those notes, and also recalled everything they had experienced together before.

In fact, what he finds the most beautiful in this piece is not the climax memory part that seems to be full of difficult and sad heroism, but after that, the low-pitched G-string melody slowly transitions, using several The jumping and jumping bows are connected, and where the main melody variation of the previous section begins, the phrase here slowly eases from the passionate and urgent question and answer sentence, but it does not return to the calmness of death, but like a rushing river. The sea, silent and vast, makes people feel extremely peaceful and profound, giving people a melody of comfort and hope.

They are the twins of happiness and pain, the wheel of fate that will never stop, the awe that people who study music should understand most, because they stand on the shoulders of giants from the beginning It is already a lifelong honor to contribute to this building that has been precarious for thousands of years but never toppled. They don't even dare to call themselves musicians. What they want is always to be able to live in their own era, away from those A great man who exists in memory and history, one step closer, one step closer.

The unknown that can be touched, the beauty that is incomprehensible but awe-inspiring, the possibility of infinite extension brought by music... This is their common dream.

At the end of the music, the dazzling but beautiful phrase seems to stretch the time like an adagio, the mark of the strongest sound, and the appearance of the accent point, like a vow bursting from the deepest part of the soul, every beat is like Hitting on his heart, the last bar at the end is a quadruplet with accented marks. Here, the whole piece will reach the most brilliant and brilliant apex, and it will end here.This is also an upward bow, and at the end there will be a very chic and handsome movement of raising the bow, but at this time, Huang Shaotian can no longer pull it down.

He stopped there and didn't finish the whole piece.

He felt that there was not enough, some emotions that he couldn't control grew wildly in his heart like vines, and his feelings were no longer enough to express the emotions carried in this song.He looked at his right hand in disbelief, and he even felt that if the last note was pulled down, the E string of his newly installed red sun might have to be replaced again.

He took a deep breath and sat on the piano bench. The things that were in his mind when he was playing just now came to him in a messy pile. The only clear thing was that one Simple but paranoid thoughts.

When he was playing this song, he was thinking, it would be great if he and Yu Wenzhou could always be together and fight for the future and dreams together like this.

He wants to be with him all the time.

Huang Shaotian blinked his eyes and tried to wake himself up. He had to admit that this piece was too magical. When he played it just now, his mind was full of memories of their time together, what they said and did together. Encouragement, Yu Wenzhou told him his own story and his dream... Usually he didn't think it, but now it seems that this person occupies a lot more position in his life than he thinks.

And the overabundance of emotions during the performance really scared him.

This is not like him, this is not at all like a performance Huang Shaotian would have.

In fact, this may be a good thing, perhaps this is an opportunity for him to break through the bottleneck that he has been looking forward to all this time, or this is a threshold for his performance to go further... But no matter what it is, Huang Shaotian is not in the mood to care about it, he He was more concerned, and more curious, what exactly was his almost obsessive feeling for Yu Wenzhou.

Should I go to the library to borrow a collection of Wagner and Liszt's letters... He nestled on the piano bench and hugged the piano, thinking a little bit self-destructively, but this emotion did not last for more than a minute, his nature is not that kind People who will entangle themselves to death.The school has also arranged a performance recently. If nothing else, he is still the chief. The rehearsal plan has been sent out recently. In addition to his final assessment, he also has some personal affairs, and a thank you performance for graduation next year... Of course, there is also Yu Wenzhou. The recording of the work, these things have to be done seriously, thinking of this, he has no strength to give up on himself there.

He put the piano to look in the bag, and finally found the stack of scores from under the brick books of German words and syntax. When he went to the corner to get the music stand, he noticed the painting on the wall of the piano room—that They hang one in every classroom, some are Mozart, some are Beethoven—and today, on the wall in his room, is Bach.

He stared at the familiar painting for a moment, and remembered a sentence he had read in a book before, which talked about Bach's contribution to music.

That sentence goes like this: "Music sorts out everything that life cannot sort out."

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly and laughed.