[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

The winter vacation is approaching, and the school's major exams have also passed the exams. The current piano room building is no longer as grand as it was a few weeks ago. The administrators downstairs who are in charge of punching cards and handing out keys are dozing off by the heating .And Yu Wenzhou returned to school with the class and finished all the exams for this semester, but he did not leave school immediately. On the contrary, he continued to go to the piano room with nothing to do. run out.

Moreover, their college co-organized a display concert of student works this year. As the last campus art festival this year, it will be held in the school auditorium for a whole week, so those who are basically qualified to participate and pass the exam, these days Tian is also busy rehearsing this.

Naturally, he was also going to be on stage, but everyone thought he would choose the competition piece that almost occupied most of his energy in the second half of the year, and then invite Huang Shaotian to play it together.But in the end, what Yu Wenzhou submitted was another piano piece. It was a mid-semester exam assignment. Although the writing was exquisite and unique, it was obvious that just being exquisite and unique did not make it the reason for being selected as the last recital at the end of the semester. .

"Hey, let me tell you, what do you think? You chose the song too casually, didn't you? Have you forgotten that the art festival at the end of this semester will be awarded? There is a bonus for the first prize! You just choose one Are you afraid that your professional teacher will hear you vomit blood when you play your homework?" Obviously, all the students including Huang Shaotian didn't quite understand his choice.

"I've already received that bonus once, and every year, in order to encourage students in lower grades, the bonus is selected among them as much as possible. I'm almost a graduate, so I won't join in the fun." Yu Wenzhou replied with a smile, and said don't care.

But in fact, although Huang Shaotian said so, he was somewhat glad that Yu Wenzhou didn't choose that song to perform. After knowing what he was thinking, it would be great for both of them to play this song with Yu Wenzhou in front of so many people. It is really tormenting to say that the meaning of the song is extraordinary.

In fact, Yu Wenzhou's thoughts are similar to his own. As a composer, he is very clear about the emotions contained in his music, but now there are some new contents unexpectedly, although everyone sitting under the stage is not. He must be able to fully comprehend it, but he still has some secret selfishness, wanting to keep this as a secret that only he knows - not to mention that before Huang Shaotian knows it, he will definitely not let such a melody just like that. It was displayed in front of everyone directly and nakedly.

So the selection of the music was briefly mentioned, he didn't have a big burden to practice the piano for a while every day, and Huang Shaotian, who had nothing to do but hadn't left school, would sometimes come over.

But today he hasn't come yet, Yu Wenzhou is sitting alone on the piano bench, a little lost in thought. He wrote this piece himself, and it is his best instrument. In fact, there is nothing to practice at first. He has already deliberated countless times on how to interpret it, but he still can't help but run to the piano room, as if sitting here he can block out those chaotic thoughts that have been entrenched in his mind for a long time but cannot be resolved for a while ——In fact, of course it is impossible. Music has a universality that can relieve worries, but unfortunately it cannot specifically solve everyone's doubts.

Thinking of this, he felt a little funny. Whether it was homework or his own free creation, he had written so many pieces of music or fragments expressing worries and worries, but now he was facing such a problem and felt a little depressed. Only then did I realize that those so-called worries or boredom in the past seemed to be talking about worrying about homework in all likelihood.

Perhaps this is barely considered an improvement.Yu Wenzhou reluctantly took the music score in front of him, picked up a pen and changed some details sporadically.He likes to write music scores by hand. The feeling of writing by himself is always different from writing with notation software, so he always has some blank scores at hand.As for the book in his hand, when he bought it, there were no treble marks printed on the front, but it has not been finished yet, but more than half of it is marked with treble marks—all from Huang Shaotian's handwriting.

At that time they went to a lecture together, the lecture was boring on stage, and the audience was drowsy, but due to the fixed number of people, they couldn't leave the venue early, Huang Shaotian looked at the blank sheet music in his hand, really bored Bored, he took it and flipped it in his hand, and then he found that there was no treble mark in front of this book, so he suddenly felt that he had found the best way to entertain himself, he took out a signature pen, and touched it with his arm. Yu Wenzhou winked at him in the dark classroom where PPT was going to be played in the amphitheater. He was concentrating on the stage and was distracted by Yu Wenzhou. Holding the pen again, he thought that he was going to borrow his own notebook to write a song. Yu Wenzhou was very strange at the time, so he asked in puzzlement: "Shaotian, what inspiration did such a boring lecture give you?"

Huang Shaotian was also taken aback, what kind of inspiration, did Yu Wenzhou think he was going to write a song expressing how boring he is now?Huang Shaotian neglected his impossibly high level of composition, and imagined the scene where he actually wrote such a piece of music and then showed it to others. Wei Chen and Ye Xiu immediately appeared in his mind. Behind the desk, they all said that after teaching music for so many years, they have never seen such boring works and such boring people.

But if the theme is boring, if it can make people feel bored, doesn't that mean the song is successful?Huang Shaotian even began to think about this question a little seriously, and then in a blink of an eye, seeing Yu Wenzhou's expression of "My God, Shaotian, are you serious?", he quickly explained in a low voice: "No, no, I didn't want to write a song. ... What kind of inspiration can such a boring lecture have? You misunderstood me. I'm not such a boring person. I just saw that your sheet music didn't have treble marks printed. Anyway, I'm bored now, why don't I draw it for you? , although I don’t usually write scores very much, but I am very skilled in drawing high notes..."

Due to the occasional restrictions, Yu Wenzhou couldn't laugh out loud, he pursed his lips, and asked a bit dumbfounded: "But what if I want to write about the bass part?"

"Oh, that's not easy. I'll draw the high note for you from the front, and the low note for you from the back. How about it? Such a considerate classmate is rare, isn't it?" He turned his face and smiled and winked at him Blink the right eye and it's ready to go.

He recalled now that after such a long time, that smile was still fresh and bright in such a dark and drowsy classroom, accompanied by the dry voice of the professor, and there was a twinkle in his eyes The smile and the look of lowering his head and starting to seriously draw the high note on him suddenly seemed to be very close, turning his anxiety and uneasiness into a happy one.

And the lecture that day ended in a short while, and the whole music score was naturally not finished. Huang Shaotian, who finally stood up from his seat, stretched his waist, and said to Yu Wenzhou with some regret: "It's a pity that I didn't draw it." I'm done, but I think I'm losing the treble note by now..."

Yu Wenzhou took back the sheet music and opened it to look at it. The first few pages were well-drawn, but at the end, there might be too many drawings to recognize. For a moment, there is a missing sum. From this point of view, I only feel that the treble marks are stretched, and each of them seems to be doing radio gymnastics.

But in order to take care of his emotions, Yu Wenzhou patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and joked: "Shaotian, practice the piano well in the future, and I will do things like writing scores."

Even when he closed his eyes, he could still recall that day when he walked out of the classroom, and the bright sunshine was cast all over the sky, and it was almost impossible to open his eyes for a while, and Huang Shaotian's look at that time, "Yu Wenzhou, I am so loving, help you write There are so many high notes and then you still think they are not good-looking? It's a gray area - the weather in this city is often not very good in winter, the haze and cold wind always make people feel depressed.

He casually played a melody on the keys, but it was the piano prelude to the competition piece. The melody he couldn't be more familiar with could be played fluently almost entirely by the body memory of his fingers. The melody was beautiful and pleasant, but after The last rest of the prelude, but because there is no proper violin playing, it seems extremely empty.

He was not such a entangled person at first, he was calm by nature, and he was used to being cautious in his words and deeds. Although he never did things that were uncertain, he was not a cowardly person who was self-confident. Maybe he would think for a long time before making a decision, but once he was If you decide something good, then do it all the time, don't think about it, don't doubt it, let alone regret it.

But it is this way of doing things that makes his mind full of the performance of a whole thirteenth-rate symphony orchestra, disorganized and clueless, and such things cannot be listed out in a box like others. To weigh the good and the bad, Yu Wenzhou even sighed helplessly.

And what made him even more ridiculous was that he found that what he thought most was not whether Huang Shaotian would reject him, and what if the two of them couldn't even be friends in the future, such a common and universal question, what he thought most was actually all of them. It was the bad possibilities that he might bring to Huang Shaotian's future by doing so—as if the other party would definitely agree to it as soon as he opened his mouth.

So, with the accompaniment of the thirteenth-rate symphony orchestra in his head, he wished he could write a notice board and hang it in front of his eyes, with three words in the letter: think too much.

But thinking about it, he still had to continue practicing. He put the sheet music back, calmed down, and continued to practice.

And when Huang Shaotian came, the door of this piano room was ajar, and there were not many people in the corridor at this time, so it didn't matter if the door was open.Standing outside, he happened to be able to see Yu Wenzhou sitting in front of the piano. He originally wanted to open the door and go in, but when Yu Wenzhou was playing the piano, he barely stopped and stood outside the door.

The number of times he has listened to Yu Wenzhou play the piano for so long is no less than Yu Wenzhou listened to him play the piano. In fact, as a student of the composition department, Yu Wenzhou usually does not often perform or practice some huge tomes, and the piano works are often It's really vast, and after listening to so many songs, it's rarely repeated. Although today's song is basically a familiar piece, it's the first time he's heard it from Yu Wenzhou.

He also practiced this song when he was a child, but it may be because his memory of the first practice was too vivid. In the following years, no matter how hard he tries to bring the due emotion of this song, he always But I can't forget the restlessness and boredom in my heart that summer. After all, at that time, he didn't know what the emotion should be in the music-he couldn't understand why the composer wrote such a piece of music and gave it to him to spend his life with him. At that time, he only felt that this melody was too easy to make people sleepy.

The seventh piece of Schumann's Childhood Scenes Suite, Fantasia, he has practiced many times and listened to countless versions, and he is familiar with every note and every rest, but this is the first time he has heard Yu Wenzhou's performance .

The melody that he described as very sleepy back then is actually very gentle. Although it has been adapted into versions for many other instruments, the piano performance is different from other versions. It is gentler and more complete. .And Yu Wenzhou's touch on the keys is so light, as if he is really weaving a dream that is real but does not really exist.

From Huang Shaotian's angle, he could just see Yu Wenzhou's expression. He wasn't looking at the score, nor was he looking at his playing hands. It was a little cold at the time, and the corners of his eyes and brows showed some inexplicable sadness.

This was Yu Wenzhou who made him feel a little strange.

On weekdays, no matter what happens to him, he always has a gentle smile. There seems to be nothing in this world that can make him feel anxious or uneasy. Even his words and the most subtle expressions always carry the usual certainty ——Even if he once wrote high-pitched and intense music that contained surging emotions, he never expressed such emotions, not once.

And now Yu Wenzhou like this really made him feel a little strange.There was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes, as if he was really recalling some beautiful memories that had passed for a long time, as if he really wanted to reach out to keep him, but in the end it was nothing.

At that moment, Huang Shaotian seemed to recall his puzzlement and confusion when he was playing this piece—he couldn’t understand why the composer wrote such a piece of nostalgic childhood as a gift to his lover, those simple chords and Although the short phrase is pleasant, he can't understand why it should be so—and later, as he grows older, his professional level and appreciation ability improve, even if he can't fully agree with it, he can still write the standard answer in sevens and eighties, but Now, when the soft but deep bass "do" rang in his ears, he suddenly felt that such a simple note accompanied by a chord seemed to be imprinted on his heart all at once, slowly but softly It's hot.

He thought, in fact, his confusion and bewilderment in the past are really normal, because this is a song written for adults, a child who has not even finished his childhood, and will have everything in the future but has not lost anything yet. , How can you understand the feelings in this?And maybe at any time, no matter who it is, there is such a feeling of cherishing but wanting to keep the things that cannot be owned.And in the same way, for those who want to go on together with the future, let's share slowly bit by bit the beautiful past that has passed away.

But what Yu Wenzhou was thinking at this moment, and what kind of mood he was playing such a piece of music, he didn't know for a while.

He waited until Yu Wenzhou finished playing before pushing open the door and entering, and the other party seemed to be sitting on the piano stool in a daze, not noticing the sound of his footsteps pushing the door in, Huang Shaotian suddenly felt a little playful, and when he came up, he I bought a can of hot coffee from the vending machine downstairs, and I couldn't hold it back at this moment, so I wanted to sneak the warm soda can on Yu Wenzhou's cheek while he was not paying attention, trying to scare him, but When he was about to touch Yu Wenzhou with the hand holding the can, he was caught squarely.

So it was Huang Shaotian who was taken aback by this sudden turn of events. Yu Wenzhou lightly clasped his fingers, with a warm soda can in between, turned slightly sideways and looked at him, his eyes returned to the usual ones. He just came from outside, but because he was holding a hot drink pot in his hand, he didn't feel particularly cold, but Yu Wenzhou, who had been sitting here for a long time, felt cool in his fingers and palms.

He thought of the inexplicable loss and sadness on his face when he was playing the piano just now, and he felt a little empty in his heart for no reason.

"Are you trying to scare me, Shaotian?" Yu Wenzhou asked, Huang Shaotian's hand and the coffee pot were both warm, but he only held it for a short time, and then immediately released it, taking a little rest. looked over with a smile.

"No way, I just wanted to bring you a bottle of drink and ask you to have dinner, but I didn't expect you to notice it in advance..." Huang Shaotian made up his mind to tell nonsense with his eyes open, while talking, he leaned his piano case against the At the piano, I also sat down on the other side of the piano bench, and then handed over the can of innocent coffee, "Here you are."

Yu Wenzhou thanked him and took it over. No one said anything for a while, and the piano room was very quiet. Yu Wenzhou wanted to say a lot, but he didn't know how to say it. He thought about his opening line, just a simple "Shaotian , I have something to say to you." But then what?Then what to do?What should he say to clearly explain his emotions that have been buried deep in his heart since he doesn't know when?How can you make the other person fully understand what you mean?How will his doing this affect Huang Shaotian's future, will it make him better or is it the other way around?He thought about each of these questions many times, but for each one, he couldn't come up with an answer that completely satisfied him. Sometimes he thought a little self-destructively, maybe feelings are somewhat similar to writing music—— —When you are thinking hard, you will never find a most satisfactory answer or a most appropriate note.

And although Huang Shaotian wanted to say a lot, he didn't know which sentence to start with.So in such a strangely quiet atmosphere, Huang Shaotian's cell phone vibrating sound was particularly abrupt.

The vibrating sound brought both of them back to the real world. Huang Shaotian took out his phone from his coat pocket and frowned when he saw that it was Zheng Xuan. There are not as many test papers as their majors, so it is not so easy to find excuses to shirk, so he went out early, what is he calling now?Huang Shaotian thought vigilantly, ah, could it be that they are short of manpower and want to take me to correct the papers together?Don't, don't they know that the bass and treble are not a family since ancient times, and they will have a repulsive chemical reaction when they sit together?

But out of the friendship of many years of roommates, he still answered the phone, and he asked: "Hey Zheng Xuan, what's the matter, have you finished correcting your papers? If you ask me for something to ask me to approve the papers, I won't go, I just finished correcting yesterday I can't bear to change the music theory 2 of a grade now—"

"Stop the meeting first! It's not correcting the paper..." Zheng Xuan seemed to be speaking in a low voice outside the office, he interrupted Huang Shaotian's narrow conspiracy theory, and replied, "I was in the office just now. Listening to what the teachers said, I feel like I should tell you..."

"What's the matter?" Huang Shaotian heard that he was not joking, so he asked seriously.

"It's just... the last time you got a place in the graduate school. Alas, didn't you... get kicked out? Then it seems that other departments also have this kind of situation. I heard from our class teacher that this happens every year. But because they are all greetings from above, the teachers are not easy to do, if it is not too much in the past, they will do it like this, but something went wrong this year..." Zheng Xuan stood at the corner outside the office, covering the microphone, and said in a low voice , "It seems that at the end of the term, someone was sent to the school for routine inspections. There were no problems in previous years, but this year, for some reason, it was found out that some personal insurance research materials could not pass the review stage, so even with such an investigation ...You understand? And now the teacher is also talking about whether it will be true this time, and the quota will be re-selected. It seems that the file has been re-downloaded. Maybe it will be notified in a few days. .I feel that it has something to do with you... Hey, anyway, why don't you ask Mr. Wei? If you still want to stay in school..."

After saying such a long paragraph, Zheng Xuan felt as if he had just run a marathon with his piano on his shoulders. He was physically and mentally exhausted. Although he and Huang Shaotian were not in the same major, they had always been classmates at the same school. They have been good friends for many years, as spectators of what happened last time, they can feel how unwilling and indignant it was, not to mention Huang Shaotian himself - he has always been the most outstanding, talented and hardworking one among them , but also the only one who encountered such unfair treatment.

At that time, he didn't need their comfort, and he usually lived under the same roof, maybe he was too familiar with it, so he really couldn't say any high-sounding words of comfort, but what Huang Shaotian paid for that quota before, they were also a little It's not bad in the eyes, but when the real result comes out, there is still nothing that can be done.

But now that he heard the news, he didn't know whether Huang Shaotian would like to stay in the school, so he was a little bit lacking in confidence in this phone call. He thought while talking, if he went out today and dragged Song Xiao or Xu Jingxi In that case, they will probably be much better than their own language organization.

What made him even more anxious was that there was silence on the other side of the phone, and Zheng Xuan's heart suddenly started beating like a hundred timpani drums——Young Master Huang!Don't forget this habit when you are usually so good at talking!Say something quickly, or you will be left alone!Don't look like I'm just meddling in my own business, okay?Say something quickly?

Although he was roaring in his heart, Zheng Xuan actually knew that if it was someone else, he would probably have gone to the teacher to ask the teacher for details because of the sudden good news that was barely a glimmer of hope, but that person It was Huang Shaotian, so it was quite normal for him to be silent at this time.

But Huang Shaotian didn't make him wait for a long time, he was just taken aback for a moment, and then he said first: "What...thank you in advance, I'll ask about it when the time comes, then you can continue to correct the papers, see you in the dormitory tonight... I may go back from the south gate, do you want to help me bring something to eat?"

The tone sounds a bit slow, but it's normal.Zheng Xuan thought, this is nothing but a major event, and he still has to face a whole grade of cello major test papers. Compared with him, he was in a worse situation, so he was not polite, and replied: "You If you come back from there, bring me two drawers of steamed dumplings."

"Okay, see you later." After saying that, Huang Shaotian hung up first.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Shaotian was still a little unresponsive. Seeing Yu Wenzhou's questioning eyes, he came back to his senses, smiled and explained to him: "Zheng Xuan called, and he said...the last time the issue of the guaranteed graduate school quota happened again. Something new."

"What's new?"

"It seems that there is a problem with the number of places found this time, and some people's files have not been reviewed." Huang Shaotian replied, he doesn't know much about such things, but he can probably imagine that the school's security research is to review the files and report them to the report. Then it was approved, probably through some black-box operations. The file itself is not qualified, but there is no way to change this item. It can only be manipulated artificially. In previous years, it was probably passed with a blind eye. But this year, I didn't expect that someone would come to check them one by one, so they were found out.

"Then what's the situation now?" Yu Wenzhou asked. If this is the case, it will be a big deal... Although many students and teachers have already entered the holiday state when the winter vacation is approaching, but if such a thing is really investigated seriously, it will be a big deal. Not an easy fix.

"I don't know yet." Huang Shaotian shrugged, and said with some self-mockery, "But I just thought about it, even if the quota needs to be redistributed, it has nothing to do with me, right? It’s just that the one who received the transfer was replaced back... I don’t think it’s possible to take the exam again, it’s almost the Chinese New Year, who is in the mood to toss about it.”

At that time, his name had been posted on the waiver list on the college bulletin board for a long time. At that time, students who were not familiar with him and didn't know the inside story would always come to ask him after seeing it: "Young Master Huang, do you have it?" What's a better place to go? You don't even like the security research in the school?"

He couldn't remember how many times he answered such questions during that time, but once he went to the college office to hand in the documents, passed by the notice board, and looked under the red document title, Huang Shaotian, Class [-], Violin Major, String Department The line of voluntarily surrendering insurance was still taken aback for a moment. Maybe in the eyes of those who don’t know, he appeared on this list like this, and maybe there is a bit of unrestrained handsomeness in it. He has a better place to go. There is a There was a better future to choose from, so he gave up.But in his own opinion, every word contained a bit of unspeakable bitterness.

Although he can accept it calmly and deal with it calmly, he still feels a little unspeakable grievance in his heart, and he is unwilling to explain it clearly.

But just when he felt that this matter had completely turned the page, and he was about to completely forget about this experience that can be summed up as "unlucky" at the moment, it came running back again.

Huang Shaotian just wanted to roll his eyes first, and he did.

Yu Wenzhou smiled at his childish actions, stretched out his hand and patted the back of his hand, and said sternly, "You should ask first, it won't be too late to make a decision after asking."

After thinking about it, he said in a joking tone: "If you still don't want to go at that time, then your name will be posted on the academy's bail list, and you will really be gaining handsomeness."

Huang Shaotian was about to answer when the phone rang again, this time it was Wei Chen calling.

"Go quickly." Yu Wenzhou said, he raised his hand after hesitating for the last time and landed on his shoulder, and pressed it with some relief.

"En." Huang Shaotian also simply responded, and when he picked up the piano, he looked back at Yu Wenzhou, then smiled at him as if remembering something, then picked up the phone and ran out.

The meeting place was naturally in Wei Chen's office. Although the master and apprentice hadn't seen each other for a few months, the connection had never been broken. Huang Shaotian had a deep understanding of this so-called teacher for one day and was always in charge of him. Because Dean Wei Chen, although he is often away from school, he always wants to let his former favorite student run errands for him, so when he sits behind his luxurious desk, he says, "Ouch!" Shaotian, long time no see—" When he came to say hello as an opening sentence, the expression on Huang Shaotian's face was as if he had heard the sound of killing a chicken when he was just learning the piano all night, it was extremely abstract.

"Where is it! Teacher, although you are not at the school, the spirit that commands me is always with me! So it doesn't feel like three autumns if we don't see each other for a day. I think we still haven't seen each other for three or five years. It's still okay... If you can forget to always ask me to help you hand in your thought reports and grade papers, I will be happier." Although his expression was depressed for a moment, if he couldn't think of a response at this time, then he It's just for nothing after learning from Wei Chen for so many years. Huang Shaotian pulled the chair across the table and sat down by himself while talking. Half a cup of what looked like freshly brewed tea, then raised his head and smiled at his teacher.

"Poverty! Just continue to be poor for me!" Sure enough, after Wei Chen became the dean, he disdained to continue arguing with him so tastelessly, and the time was limited, so he directly got to the point, "The last time I was in Baoyan Something went wrong with the quota, have you heard?"

"I heard." Huang Shaotian replied, "I just found out from my classmates that I was about to call Boss Wei to ask you for advice, and then you called me right away, so you see, I ran over quickly to listen Teacher, are you moved..."

Wei Chen didn't say why he hadn't seen him for a few months and started talking on the train all day long without seriousness. He knew this kid too well—when he spoke like this, he didn't mean to provoke you, or he didn't know the truth in his heart. .

And now it probably belongs to the latter.

In fact, when he heard that Huang Shaotian was transferred to another major due to such a reason, he was also very angry. Although he was not in the string department, Huang Shaotian was a student brought out by himself, and he knew how good he was. However, if the skills are not as good as others, and you are eliminated, it is because you are not good at learning, and you can't blame others, but it is just such a heretic who both of them look down on, and turned the original professional insurance research into a fringe major. Who doesn't get stuck in a panic?But Huang Shaotian was much calmer than him at that time, and said straightforwardly: "Boss Wei, I'm not going, so don't be angry. When you come back, let's go eat Malatang." Just take it lightly.

After that, he took the language test again, borrowed the studio to record a sample tape, and went to apply for a postgraduate school... He knew all these things, but he also didn't interfere. Huang Shaotian has always been a person who likes to make up his own mind. He needn't worry.

But now the situation has changed again.

The road that he could not walk opened the door to him again. It was a road that he had traveled long distances and put in a lot of effort to complete, but was forced to turn around and start all over again because of a very far-fetched reason. When he calmed down and was about to go to the other side to start a life with another possibility, there stretched out his hand to him again and asked him, do you want to come?

Huang Shaotian's expression was very calm. Wei Chen looked at him for a while, then sighed and said, "I didn't ask you to come today because I wanted to talk to you. What I can teach you is basically the same when you are admitted to high school. , you may not be willing to learn the rest of the miscellaneous things. Let me tell you, if you want to stay in the school this time and want to get the quota back, then you go, and don’t worry about other things. But if If you don’t want to go, even if you can guarantee graduate school, you still want to go abroad and study there, then you should just pretend that there is no such thing, how cool... Cough, what should you do?"

He paused, feeling that the following sentence was not in line with the usual style of conversation between him and this brat, but he continued: "But, no matter which one you choose, as a teacher, I feel proud and Happy for you."

Speaking of which, Wei Chen pressed the dying cigarette into the ashtray. The ashtray was given to him by Huang Shaotian before. He has changed several offices over the years, but he has always kept this little thing. He thought After thinking for a while, he added: "But you don't need me to tell you about the pros and cons. You have not yet come out with the results of your graduate studies abroad, and if you stay in school, you will be much more stable. In the past few years, your school has been The compound, the school gives a lot of funds every year, and there are opportunities to go abroad for further study at public expense every year. You may not be able to get it... Then you go back to China, go to the orchestra or stay in school, or you have other plans... These can be reconsidered.”

But if he goes abroad directly, then everything is unknown and uncertain, and no one can predict what the future will hold.

It depends on whether he wants to choose the one where the head can be seen at a glance now, or whether he wants to walk forward in the dark alone.

Huang Shaotian naturally understands all these things, and naturally he doesn't need Wei Chen to waste his time talking, but when he heard the phrase "I'm proud, I'm happy for you", he suddenly remembered the time when he was in class with Wei Chen a long time ago, when Wei Chen They haven't moved yet, they live very close, every day he carries that very low-grade canvas piano case, kicks and runs up the stairs of Wei Chen's house, while killing chickens with confidence, he doesn't forget to ask, "Boss Wei Wei?" Boss, when will I be able to play Liang Zhu? How do you think my scale is good? When can I play Liang Zhu?"

And if he really did a good job at killing chickens, Wei Chen would tell him disgustingly that it will take another ten years for your kid to play Liang Zhu. Hey, I told you to stand up straight and lift the piano head, who told you to put the piano head on the music stand? You still learn to be lazy, good boy..."

He was the student that Wei Chen had taught for the longest time, but he was also his last student, but he hadn't been able to add luster to the teacher's resume like other senior brothers and sisters, but instead he often made him worry about himself, Thinking of Huang Shaotian's slight emotions and sore nose were all exhausted by his slight frustration, he rubbed his nose, and responded in a muffled voice: