[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

"Oh."

Then he cleared his throat and explained: "I know all this, you don't have to worry. I can handle it well."

Wei Chen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what are your plans?"

"Can I go back and think about it, anyway, no matter which one I choose now, you will definitely have to put on an elder face of 'Why are you so ill-considered'... and the official notice has not yet come down, so there is no rush A day or two." Huang Shaotian spoke clearly and logically at the moment, and after hearing Wei Chen's words, he quickly calmed down and his thoughts became much clearer.

And speaking of this, Wei Chen didn't intend to say anything more, he asked casually: "What have you been up to lately? Have you brought the piano? Come on, come on. I haven't seen you in half a year. I'll check and accept you." Half a year's learning results."

Huang Shaotian was holding the piano while thinking that Wei Chen was talking nonsense again. When he sat behind and knocked on the triangle last time at the Christmas performance, Wei Chen laughed more happily under the stage than anyone else!

When he came out today, he didn't plan to practice much, so he went out without music scores. The piano case was full of etudes for moving his fingers, and he kept stuffing them there all the time, and he didn't use them for a long time.He corrected the pitch, opened the stool and stood up——When he was a child, he was very envious of those who played the piano, let alone the problem of absolute pitch, just being able to sit down during practice made him terribly envious. Wei Chen scoffed at such a useless idea, and while poking the music score lightly with the tip of his own bow to signal him to play this, he said earnestly, "I don't understand, the better the violin is played." Only people can stand. Look at such a big orchestra. Is it true that only the chief soloist plays standing? Aren’t all the other sitting accompanists? So you have to be careful—"

"Oh, oh, I understand! That's why, Boss Wei, you kept sitting when you taught me—"

"Ouch you brat...don't talk while playing! Hey, stand up straight!"

Those conversations and the childish and noisy piano sounds of the past still seem like yesterday. At that time, he went to learn the piano every day in the evening. They had lessons in the living room with a piano next to them. At that time, the piano was very important to the two of them. In terms of function, it is a pure tuner, because killing chickens does not require piano accompaniment.Wei Chen was sitting next to him, holding his own piano in his hand, and in front of him was a music stand that was about the same height as him. On the music stand were usually one or two positions to practice scales. You can see a large photo of Heifetz hanging on the wall. The simple black and white colors freeze his action of holding the bow, and the light of the setting sun shines in through the transparent glass window, which seems to reflect the violinist's stern expression. It was warm and harmonious, and the afterglow of the setting sun quietly spread over them, making the almost harsh sound of the piano at that time not so abrupt.

Later, the position on the music score became higher and higher, the simple single note became a double note, and the fingering marks became more and more complicated. Along with the increase in the position, there were also his stature and the height of the music stand. One day, the naughty kid turned into a teenager, and the teenager turned into the very responsible adult he is now. Gradually, the melody he played under his fingers was no longer the annoying noise at the beginning, but But he was no longer the kid whose excited eyes lit up just because he wanted to play Liang Zhu for a while.

There is no end to the road of learning music, and more than ten years of effort on this road is just a short moment, but those times, those that have passed and cannot come back, are all accumulated there little by little, waiting for him When I have time to look back and think about it, it is still the same as when it happened at that time, slightly mixed with the sweat and tears of the past, and there is a little light shining.

He set up the piano, with the bow resting on the bottom, and Wei Chen laughed when he played the first note. At the beginning, he used a short piece of Liang Zhu to attract this guy to start learning the piano. It has been so many years, and he still remembers this One crop.

Now Huang Shaotian's technique is more than enough to play this concerto, those high positions and fingerings that were once complicated and out of reach for him are no longer a problem.His long notes are melodious, short notes are short, and the most flavorful but also the most overused portamento in Chinese music is just right. His fingers slide over the fingerboard with appropriate weight and weight, making the transitional notes mellow and lingering. .Wei Chen stared at the student he had taught through his desk. He thought, he used to be worried that when Huang Shaotian was playing, he wanted to control every note and every beat firmly. Will the excessive desire to control under his own rhythm make his performance more and more ingenious? There are always two different opinions in the music education field. One is that young people must first have a sense of music, and technology What, you can train slowly; second, you have to have skills before you can talk about musicality. Those who have skills but no musicality can still be regarded as craftsmen, but those who only have musicality but no technical skills, put them in the orchestra. It’s not an auditory killer. ?

Such two different educational concepts Wei Chen doesn't make many comments, Huang Shaotian is undoubtedly not lacking in skills, he has never seen a student who is so proficient in every skill and can use it at his fingertips, just like those who seem to be profound and complicated To him, bowing and fingering are just innate instincts, as easy as pulling an empty string.

Of course, he also knew that such solid basic skills were obtained by Huang Shaotian's time and sweat that many students of the same age did not.

He used to think that if Huang Shaotian really became a world-class performer one day in the future, someone would definitely come to interview him as a mentor. Apart from being a good teacher, he probably worked a little harder than others, just a little bit.

But now he feels that that day is getting closer and closer. Although it is not obvious, he can clearly feel that the performance of Huang Shaotian in the past is not superficial, but it can be clearly reflected in each section. Yes, the desire to control that belonged to him as a player is gone. Although his performance was precise at that time, it was inevitable that there was some mechanical taste, but it is different now-this piece requires extremely high emotional expression in addition to technique. Huang Shaotian’s performance surprised him—although every pause and connection is as precise as before, there are more his own handling methods that he has never had before, making the whole passage seem to be in his own hands. It's as if his subordinates are alive, very vivid.And those subtleties that the notes and fingerings on the music score cannot tell him are each performer, after countless times of practice, countless times of speculation, little by little excavated and put into practice.

Wei Chen breathed a sigh of relief. No matter where he is, such a student will probably keep improving and keep finding higher challenges for himself. He really has nothing to worry about.

But just when he was immersed in the sense of accomplishment of being a teacher that he could not feel much in these years, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and when he looked up, he saw Huang Shaotian holding the piano and scratching his neck with some embarrassment. Hair, explained: "That... Boss Wei, I haven't practiced this song for a long time... I don't remember the score behind it..."

When Yu Wenzhou swiped his card from the piano room and came out, it was already sunset time, and it gets dark early in winter, but after five o’clock, the whole sky was darkened, and the sun slowly followed its eternal trajectory. The earth is submerged under the horizon, and winter is usually a cloudy day, so naturally you can't see any magnificent sunset and clouds, only the faint light in the dark gray at the edge of the sky, acting as the last color of the evening.

The street lights hadn't been turned on yet, and there were no people on the road where there were always students coming and going on weekdays. He stood on the steps and waited for Huang Shaotian. He sent a text message just now, saying that he had asked for two tickets to the musical tonight from Wei Chen. , invited him to watch it together.

He thought a lot by himself in the afternoon, but this time he was surprisingly calm. He was no longer as anxious and irritable as before, and he thought about a lot of things clearly.

Looking to the left of this road, it is the teaching building where they used to have classes together, and further back is the library, where they spent a lot of hot summer time.Turning a corner and turning a corner, there is the playground. He still remembered that Huang Shaotian played "Summer Night" for him on the small stage behind the playground. The sound of the piano and the cicadas seemed to be clearly heard now. .Further ahead is the small square of the school, where he waited for him to finish class, and he gave him an anonymous piano piece. It was also near evening, and the light at dusk was warm and hot, almost blinding people’s eyes .

On the other side is the school's recital hall, where he heard his performance for the first time, and the school's recording studio, where they have rehearsed and recorded countless times. Walk forward and leave the school gate... This campus is so big, and they have known each other for only half a year, but it seems that every classroom, every venue, every road, and every intersection has their shadows standing side by side. There have been footprints they have walked together.He stood on the steps of the piano room, and just by looking at it, he could remember a lot of those things.

And he didn't deny his desire to continue this kind of company, but he also knew clearly that he couldn't interfere with this decision, it was Huang Shaotian's future, and he had to make his own decision .

A decision free from anyone's interference.

He took a deep breath, the cold winter air made him quite sober, and at this moment he saw Huang Shaotian running from the opposite side with the piano case on his back, grabbing the strap of the piano case with one hand and grabbing the collar of his coat with the other. She didn't forget to wave her hands at him, as if she was afraid she didn't see him.

Yu Wenzhou laughed, how could he not see it?Now it was evening, and there was a cold winter night around him, but he was like a cluster of lights that would never go out, and he felt warm enough just by looking at it from a distance.

But this seemingly warm comrade was actually so cold that his teeth chattered, and he was almost speechless.He ran to the steps lower than Wenzhou and stopped, took out another can of hot drink from his coat pocket and put it on his hand, raised his head and blinked and said to him, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Why don't you wait in the hall? It's so cold outside!"

He stomped his feet as he spoke, and continued to ask: "The show is at 07:30, it's still early, shall we go for something to eat before going there? The Grand Theater is not too far away, so we must be in time..."

"What do you want to eat?" Yu Wenzhou asked, then suddenly remembered something, he called Huang Shaotian to stop, and took out the scarf that he had left in his dormitory from his bag.

He also forgot about it when he came back, and only found out when he went back to pick up his things at noon, so he brought them along with him.

Huang Shaotian obviously just remembered, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, he smiled and approached, raised his chin at Yu Wenzhou, and raised his hand covering the can of hot drink to show him: My hand I'm holding something, I can't move my hands.

Yu Wenzhou also laughed. He happened to be standing one level higher than him, so he spread out the scarf and wrapped it around him at this height. The soft wool brushed against his cheeks, and his whole body became much warmer. Feeling playful, he wrapped Huang Shaotian's small half of his face in the scarf. Huang Shaotian wanted to raise his hand to free his chin, but Yu Wenzhou smiled and asked, "Aren't you holding something in your hand?"

Huang Shaotian smiled and bumped him with the shoulder, Yu Wenzhou dodged for a while, and then let go of the end of the scarf, he walked down and stood side by side with him, and then heard Huang Shaotian say: "By the way, Wenzhou, this afternoon's I'll talk to you when I think about it in a few days."

After speaking, Huang Shaotian turned his face to look at him. In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart, but for some reason, at the moment of decision, there was a voice in his heart that wanted to know Yu Wenzhou's thoughts.

do you want me to staydo you want me to go

Of course, these questions are unsolvable, and he is determined not to ask them.And similarly, the Yu Wenzhou he knew was someone who would not replace him, or influence his judgment.But he knew it was impossible, but he still couldn't help thinking about it.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the sky became a bit darker. The school’s street lights were not on yet, and the entire campus seemed to be caged in frosted glass. The blurred light scattered in the cold wind, and there was faint vocal music in the piano room building. The voice of my classmates practicing vocals, the melody sounded like an excerpt from an opera by Puccini. The originally somewhat mournful tune was blown away by the howling north wind, and it looked very depressed.

And Yu Wenzhou seemed to turn a deaf ear to these things. He turned his face slightly when he heard the words. Huang Shaotian would not know how many words and sentences that have been lingering in his mind these days, even including the sentence "Shaotian , I have something to say to you", at this moment he couldn't even speak.

But he thought maybe this wasn't the best time.

So he smiled and replied, "Okay."

And the sky finally completely darkened.