[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

(Yu Huang's "Floating Bridge of Dreams" extra episode / Congratulations from Huang Shaotian)

Huang Shaozhong recalls killing, which can be regarded as a food direction, and the timeline is before the start of the main text (so Team Yu hasn't played yet).

But I believe that all the past is the foreshadowing of the future. Because of the past experience, we can become a better person and meet the most suitable one in the future.

Hope all the bright and splendid future belongs to you, Huang Shaotian, happy birthday to you.

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When you come out of your home, cross a crossroad, walk down a street and turn a corner, you will arrive at a community.

The community has been around for a long time, and the railings and walls are mottled with time.After walking in, the first batch of unit buildings built a long time ago are on the left. The gray walls will be covered with thick ivy in summer, and you can see a verdant green from a distance.

At that time, the residential buildings had not yet been built, and they were as tall and dense as today’s real estate, with open corridors and corridors. The families living in a building are all very familiar, and it happened when they went up and down the stairs to dump rubbish and buy a bottle of soy sauce. You can also chat freely.

Go inside, go to the last unit, push open the iron anti-theft door downstairs that often has some small advertisements, no practical use, go inside, walk up to the third floor, the one on the right is Wei Chen's Home.

Human memory is a very strange thing. Huang Shaotian would often forget which class he was going to attend tomorrow morning in which building, but he can still remember it clearly until now. Wei Chen A small advertisement posted on the previous anti-theft door of the house.

Sound insulation board, [-] per square meter.

Below is a list of phone numbers.

That's right, at that time Wei Chen hadn't moved to the newly funded family building of the Conservatory of Music, and he was still living far away from the conservatory. At that time, Huang Shaotian was still a yellow-haired boy with short arms. Even the piano can't reach the head of the piano, and practicing the piano can make a whole building jump like chickens.

At that time, Wei Chen hadn't transferred to the Academy of Music, and he had several students with him, and Huang Shaotian was just one of them.In terms of being special, it means being noisier than his peers. This noise is not only reflected in the fact that he talks more than other students, but even the momentum and noise in which he plays the empty string is much stronger than others.

Wei Chen has never met a child before, just because he heard the beginning of a song "The Butterfly Lovers", he has been persistently asking every day since then: "Mr. Wei, when can I pull the Butterfly Lovers?"

At that time, the child was not half as tall as him, his hair was messed up from running all the way, and the tip of his nose was still slightly sweating from the heat, but his eyes were black and shiny, and he looked at him so eagerly and innocently. He, as if the one who made those horrible noises that made people want to cover their ears and roll, wasn't him.

Maybe he was more persistent than others when he was young, so there were so many people who started to learn piano at the same time, and there were many people with higher talents than him, but he was the only one who persisted in the end and was admitted to the conservatory of music.

As time goes by, memories will become unclear. Huang Shaotian has long forgotten in what year and when he first learned how to change the handle, nor when he learned how to pluck strings and jump bows , Those memories have long been worn away in the boring practice day after day, and what is left to remember clearly are some things that are not very important.

In the past, when he was learning the piano, it was always in the afternoon or evening. The summer back then was far less hot than it is now, and people would go crazy.When the windows are opened, the wind blows in at night, and the whole house is cool.He finished learning the piano at night, and before his family came to pick it up, Wei Chen would play CDs for him in the living room. Those melodious and beautiful melodies once made him deeply doubt himself and the thing in his hand. Can it really sound as nice as in a CD player?And Wei Chen has so many CDs of different periods and versions in his home, he listened to them all over the years, and finally discovered the idol he liked to talk about for the next few years, Heifetz Master Hai.

In fact, at that time, he himself couldn't even recognize the high-position notes on the staff, and he couldn't tell the difference between the good and bad versions. It was just that before Wei Chen played him a CD, he said casually: "This virtuoso Very powerful, do you know what he is called?"

How he answered back then, he has long forgotten, but Wei Chen's answer at that time, he still remembers it clearly.

"This guy is awesome. Someday I'll find a video to show you. Don't look at him playing the piano very calmly, but the melody he played... tsk tsk, I can't say it!"

"This one is God's violinist."

It's a pity that not only was he not yet proficient in his studies, but he was not even interested in such a thunderous God. He just thought that the title "God's Violinist" sounded very cool and resounding.And then the melody that came out of the CD player was obviously a tune that he had heard many times, but he always felt that something was different.

"Boss Wei, Boss Wei, do you think I will become such a great violinist in the future?" After holding his breath and listening to a piece of music, he immediately asked his teacher with anticipation, asking him if he could play Liang Zhu The time was exactly the same, he remembered that Wei Chen laughed at that time, in fact, if he thinks about his own question now, he would feel stupid as hell, just like who dares to ask others, can I become a god?

Probably except for children, it is people who are fearless because of ignorance.

But Wei Chen didn't deny him, he rubbed his head first and said, "Oh, that's not bad! What a boy has ambition!"

Then he lit a cigarette and said deeply: "As long as you want, you can do it."

But before Huang Shaotian had time to be happy, he saw Wei Chen took his sheet music from the table, brushed out a few etudes and said, "Since you are so ambitious, come here, I will give you some homework for the teacher, don't be lazy, Check it out in a few days."

And the next time he went to class, Wei Chen's living room would have a large photo of Heifetz embedded in a glass frame, a large black and white photo, facing Huang Shaotian while he was learning the piano. The place.

"Boss Wei, Boss Wei, who is this? It looks so cool! Why do you see his arms raised so high? Does he become a violinist? It doesn't matter if he raises his arms too high?" At that time, the children in the school had just become popular to use the word "cool", and everything they encountered would be wow, so cool, so Huang Shaotian learned and used it flexibly, looking at the performer with the piano on the wall, his arms were really raised very high, full of emotion. asked curiously.

"This is Heifetz, the awesome violinist I told you about last time." Wei Chen tapped the music score in front of Huang Shaotian with his bow, "I think it's cool... huh? If you think it's cool, practice the piano well." , When you can also perform on the stage in a suit and tie, and the whole world is waiting to hear your recordings and want to go to your concert, no one will care whether your arms are raised high or not."

So believing it to be true, Huang Shaotian had no choice but to look enviously at the people on the wall, and then began to draw his bow to make noise.

The picture of Heifetz on the wall, Wei Chen’s guiding voice always coming from the right, and the different sunsets in different seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter, accompanied him to all the memories about lessons and piano learning.

How does time go?At that time Huang Shaotian didn't know.It’s just that the rosin in the piano box was used up for several pieces, the strings were broken and replaced, and he was replaced and broken again. When he was an adult piano, he was no longer a well-known noise maker in the whole building. When he came home from class and met the neighbors around him, he would greet him with a smile and say that his playing was getting better and better.

He was naturally happy to be praised, and even the piano case on his shoulders seemed not so heavy. He thought about the new skills that could be practiced in the homework assigned by Wei Chen this time, and he felt that the pace of going home became lighter. up.

But it was also at that time that Wei Chen's main work began to shift from playing to music teaching. The work in the academy often kept him busy, and Huang Shaotian's time to go to class every week was also reduced again and again.

At that time, he had already decided to study music in the future, and the time for daily practice gradually increased. He began to fall in love with this instrument from the ignorant liking when he was a child, and fell in love with this instrument. Everything has become beautiful, and the etude that I hated deeply before has also become pleasant.He began to spend almost all of his free time in pondering his performance skills and analyzing different interpretations of the same piece by various performers.The subtle differences in those subtleties and the different hearing experiences brought about by different processing methods made him feel that the world composed of musical notes is so magnificent and exquisite. It is a person standing outside the hall, even the door has not been opened yet.

It was at this stage that many people of the same age gave up learning the piano. Maybe it was because of the increasingly difficult skills in the score, or maybe because of different plans for the future. Those classmates who used to be with him put away the piano one after another. Box, left this world, and gradually, Wei Chen was the only one who continued to study with him.

His memory of that time was very vague, because Wei Chen's work was also in a transition period, and the class time was very irregular, and he also started to continue studying in the music middle school, and there were many things to do every day.The only thing I can remember clearly is that the piece he was practicing during that time was "Song of the Wanderer", a piece he had coveted for a long time, but Wei Chen never asked him to practice it.

At that time, his left-hand technique was already very proficient, and such a difficult piece was no longer an insurmountable peak. As long as he practiced a new piece a few times, it would be no problem to sight-read at the original speed.But it was also at that time that his ubiquitous yet inconspicuous desire for control began to gradually emerge. Usually, he didn't feel it even in arpeggios and etudes. He has to control every note between the phrases, and he has to feel the exact rhythm of every rhythm, but it makes his performance sound precise, but it always lacks some of the flavor it should have.

But at the time, he wasn't too troubled by this. Wei Chen also felt that it might be because of his age. A person who had never experienced any ups and downs since he was a child, couldn't expect him to have no fixed place to move around when he was a teenager. The wandering feelings are somewhat emotional, which is obviously unrealistic.Fortunately, Huang Shaotian's control over the music is really just right, except for some pieces that especially need emotional expression, his level can already be regarded as the best among the students in the same period.

At that time, he felt that his future life would continue like this. He went to school in the attached middle school, practiced piano hard at home, went to Wei Chen's class every week, and then went to test the real teacher Wei Chen taught, the best in the country. music school.He has a lot of ideas about this future. In the eyes of a teenager, entering university is a new beginning of his life. He will meet more classmates who are like him, who may be talented or hardworking, and will Participating in a school orchestra, maybe even wearing a suit and tie to perform in a real concert hall... He has thought about these things in his spare time after practicing. He thinks this future is very beautiful, and he must go on like this.

But where do so many affirmations come from in life, and where do so many dreams come true?He has attended classes with Wei Chen for so many years, and he doesn't remember every time clearly, but apart from the first class where it all started, and the last class, he still remembers it fresh.

At that time, he was preparing for the school's placement test, and he had to be divided into key classes and ordinary classes according to the results of professional courses and cultural courses. The repertoire he was preparing was "Song of the Wanderer", which he had been practicing for a long time. He is very familiar with it, and he has listened to Heifetz's version countless times, and learned a lot about the superficial handling skills, which sounds enough to support the scene.

But in that class, Wei Chen didn't praise him first and then point out the problem to him as usual, he didn't even take the piano out of the case.

Huang Shaotian hugged the qin to see him after playing, but Wei Chen had a cigarette in his hand but didn't light it - he never smoked during class, not once in all these years.

"That's right, I've made progress." After a moment of silence, Wei Chen still spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse, "Heifetz has listened to it many times, right? It's pretty similar."

In normal times, he would definitely start to flatter himself because of this praise, and then he didn't forget to say a few more words: "That's because Boss Wei taught well! When the time comes, I will become a world-class performer, reporter Come to interview me, and I will say that one of my favorite violinists is Heifetz, and the other is Boss Wei!"

He has said this many times before, when he becomes a world-class performer, what will he do, what will he do, these once childish words have never been hit by Wei Chen even once, every time Wei Chen Chen would tell him: "Well, it's right to think so. You can tell the media and reporters how important it is to meet a good teacher. See if you met me? Oh, you You guys are so lucky!"

After finishing speaking, both the master and the apprentice will laugh, as if this wish is close at hand and will be realized soon.

But Huang Shaotian wasn't joking, and Wei Chen wasn't trying to play him off.He has always had such a wish, from the casual mention in Tong Yanwuji, to the final goal that has accumulated in his heart over time, he has always had the thing he most wants to do, and Wei Chen is the same, always Guide him on the right path, and always believe that he can reach the summit successfully.

But this time, he didn't speak as if he had a premonition. When he looked up, he saw the photo of Heifetz on the wall. The glass shell seemed to remain unchanged with the passage of time, and the people in the photo It is like a kind of frozen eternity.

He looked at this photo that he had seen for many years and was so familiar with it that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and heard Wei Chen say, "Hey, I'm talking to you, boy, I'm talking to you, what are you doing so deeply with this!"

So Huang Shaotian quickly turned his head to look at him.

But I heard him say again: "I will not be able to continue teaching you in the future."

There was some helplessness in Wei Chen's tone, but also a little smile, he couldn't tell what he felt at the time.Although Huang Shaotian's first teacher was not him, he was also the one who taught him little by little from pulling the empty string. He watched him grow from a little kid who could make the whole building's residents grumpy by pulling the empty string, to now Such a good student who can proficiently play world famous music, each of his sheet music has his handwriting and date annotated and sketched, he almost single-handedly cultivated Huang Shaotian's whole process of learning the violin.

This was his last student, and he had no doubts about his ability to go further.

He opened the door to the palace of music for him, and led him all the way, but the road ahead is still so far and so long, but he can no longer walk with him.

As a teacher, the journey he accompanied him could only end here.

Thinking of this, he felt a little emotional. A person's life is generally only 80 years old. How many decades can there be?But counting with fingers, the days when he took Huang Shaotian to learn the piano are almost ten years away.

Hearing what he said, Huang Shaotian was stunned for a moment.He also knew that Wei Chen was very busy these days, his work had to change, and he often couldn't even take classes for himself. There will come a time when it is no longer possible to continue teaching him.

The usually eloquent person couldn't say a word for a while, holding the piano in his arms - this habit was all learned from Wei Chen.Some people like to hold the violin by the neck alone, while others like to hold the violin in their arms.Wei Chen is the latter, and so is Huang Shaotian. He clearly remembers what Wei Chen said when he told him to take the piano like this: "Remember, although your piano is only 200 yuan now, there is no soundproof board that the neighbors are clamoring for me to install." It’s expensive, but you have to take it for me—don’t hold the piano by the neck like that, would you like others to hold your neck? Not willing... This will be the most important thing in your life from now on, your friend, if If you are more unlucky and can’t find a partner, then it is also your partner... huh? You ask me what is a partner? Go back and look it up in the dictionary by yourself! In short, you have to take good care of Qin. Do you understand? "

Those pictures and sounds seem to be still vivid in his memory, and the price of the piano he is holding in his arms has already reached five figures, but he is very familiar with it. Sitting on his right, from time to time, he will use it from time to time. The teacher who knocked his arm with the baton will never give him a lesson like this again.

And the changes at that time were not limited to these, Wei Chen changed his teaching post, and the old community that had been built for many years also had to follow the pace of urban construction to start demolition. Many residents were already preparing to move out, and Wei Chen would not leave exception.

Change always comes quickly, but acceptance takes a long time.After that, many times Huang Shaotian passed by this street on his bicycle with his piano case on his back. He didn't realize until he saw the signs of the excavator and the construction site. It turned out that Wei Chen had already moved away, and he wouldn't go there for classes anymore.

The long street was dimly illuminated by the setting sun, and the shadows of the trees were cast obliquely on the ground.He stopped on the side of the road and looked at the familiar direction, and also looked at the road he had walked countless times with his piano on his back. He thought of the beautiful sunset that had bathed in the living room of Mr. Wei before, and thought of himself. He once stood in such a light and played the piano. At that moment, he felt that the whole world seemed to slow down, and what passed before his eyes were those youthful times when he was a child.

Then he took part in the class placement test, and he still played the "Song of the Wanderer". After the performance, he would ask some questions as usual, usually about his understanding of the music, and the answers were difficult for both the teacher and the students. I have listened to it many times, and the story of this song is familiar to me for a long time. The teacher who scored the song kindly and casually asked Huang Shaotian who was standing in the middle of the classroom: "This piece is very emotional and expressive. At that time, what were you thinking about?"

They all thought that Huang Shaotian would answer the well-known story, saying that he was moved by the plot in the story, moved by the composer's feelings, such a standard answer, but they didn't expect that Huang Shaotian always seemed to love to laugh and make trouble. , the student who couldn't calm down wherever he was, hugged the piano, seemed to think about it seriously, and then answered seriously.

He wrinkled his nose and explained, "Besides the music background that I learned in class, I thought about something else."

"what is it then?"

"A place I was very familiar with was demolished recently. Watching it being demolished, I feel like I have lost a very important memory, and I can't go back to that place. Thinking of this, I can understand the song better. It's a feeling."

Such a simple and honest answer and a really good performance made him get a very high score in that exam. The teacher who took the exam only thought that he was a young man, but he didn't know that those few short sentences Here, it almost covers a person's memory of nearly ten years.

Those dust and rubble are not just the wreckage of reinforced concrete, it is the place where he has the most precious memories from childhood to adulthood.

At that time, he didn't really understand Sarasate's sympathy or other feelings for a strange gypsy child. He only knew that the gypsy wandered around without a hometown, and he was watching with his own eyes. Turning to dust and ashes in a place he was most familiar with, he felt that there are so many emotions in life, in fact, if you say it is uncomfortable, there are only a few kinds.

He practiced this piece with some emotions that he didn't understand himself, so that for a long time he felt tasteless that the magnificent long legato with a high-pitched shift at the beginning was like The sound of bulldozers rattling past.

Just so magnificently, mercilessly, rumbled over his memory.

Memories are beautiful, but people always have to move forward.Even if a teenager may not understand the true meaning of this, but even if it is sad, life will continue to bring him joy and frustration.He met many new classmates. Although they were of different majors, they both loved and hated certain composers who were good at torturing people in various fields.Song Xiao, who is learning the violin, usually looks indifferent, but when it comes to the exam, he is always the one who is the calmest and plays the best; Zheng Xuan, who is not motivated every day, always drags the heaviest For the cello case, what he cares most about is not what homework the teacher assigned, but how the rollers of his case are...

They went to the school's piano room to kill time together, but a group of string musicians could only make up a string quartet after tossing around, without even a piano accompaniment.And the piano skills of a group of them are basically balanced at the level of "Little Star". At this time, Huang Shaotian will proudly say: "Ah, I will play another piece! Beethoven's! It's called "Groundhog" , do you want to listen?"

He sat on the piano bench in a decent posture and began to jingle the keys. This piece is as simple and lively as its name. After listening to it, everyone laughed out loud. At that moment, Huang Shaotian remembered that he also heard this song at Wei Chen's home, and laughed unconsciously.

There is a piano in the living room of Wei Chen's house, but in fact his own piano level is not very good. The biggest function of the piano is to play some simple accompaniment and tune. Tired brat, he kept saying: "Boss Wei, I envy the kid next door who plays the piano. You see, we practice for three hours every day, but I can only stand and he can sit and you Why didn’t you kill the chicken when you first started playing the piano? It’s just that it sounds a bit noisy, but the aunt downstairs in my house said that his playing is a little less annoying than mine... Boss Wei, teach me how to play Let's play the piano!"

Forced to do so, Wei Chen reluctantly assigned half of the piano bench to him—at that time he couldn't even step on the pedals, and Wei Chen actually taught Huang Shaotian a few pieces of music with his half-baked piano skills. The time and the elective teacher of the piano department can prove that those few nursery rhyme-like pieces are almost the highest attainments Huang Shaotian can achieve on the piano.

But this did not prevent him at that time from seeing his teacher as a symbol of omniscience. He could demonstrate such complicated scales to himself with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and he could use a signature pen to mark such complicated music scores. The simplest and most suitable fingering and bowing in the world, and he can also teach himself to play the piano with those big hands that don't look very detailed but very powerful-of course, if he can't hit him on the head with that nasty baton even better...

Later, when he grew up, Huang Shaotian knew that in the process of growing up, he may need a person who is like a lighthouse as his guide. He will imitate him, want to catch up with him, and want to become as good as him or even better. exist.At that time, he thought that he might have regarded Wei Chen as his own lighthouse, but he didn't know what to do if one day the lighthouse could no longer light up and guide the people on the sea. ?Just like when Wei Chen said at that time, I can't continue to teach you, and I can't teach you, he just didn't say a word.

When Huang Shaotian thinks of this, he feels uncomfortable. He doesn't want to admit this reality. Even if his current skills are really very good, even if he has one of the best professional teachers in the country to guide him, he still feels that Wei Chen That sentence is wrong.

He was not right, not at all.

Wei Chen taught him so many things, not just how to play the piano and how to listen to music, he taught him the understanding of music and respect for the things he loves, but now he says that he has nothing to teach himself, which makes him He felt very depressed.

But he didn't know whether he was depressed because he couldn't accept that Wei Chen was no longer his teacher, or because he seemed to be going further and further down this road, but Wei Chen couldn't continue to take him with him. Going forward and being sad.

But fortunately, the joy and depression at that age were also vivid but short-lived. Those reluctance to the past were slowly washed away by time. When he started seriously preparing for the Conservatory of Music, the former Wei The community where Chen lives has also been rebuilt as a high-end community, with towering and dense real estate, beautiful and neat community greening, just like countless other communities in this city.He would still pass by there when school was over, maybe it was because the time has passed and the habit has become natural, and he no longer feels uncomfortable when he looks at the familiar location but the unfamiliar environment.

It's just that one weekend night, taking advantage of the fact that the community hadn't officially started to move in, he found the location of Wei Chen's house with his piano on his back. It is still the last unit of that row of buildings, but it is no longer open. Standing downstairs and looking up, he could hardly see the roof of the building. He thought, if he lived here, he would definitely not be able to see such a beautiful sunset in the afternoon.

He sincerely felt sorry for the future residents here, so he opened the piano box on the spot, stood in place and played the song "Erquan Yingyue", and then rode a bicycle smartly before the security guards in the community found him After leaving, the night wind blows slowly, and he rides faster and faster, gradually leaving this row of brand-new real estate far behind.

The professional exams of that year were still scheduled at the end of the year, and different majors had different exam times. Both Zheng Xuan and Song Xiao started the exams before him, and his professional exam dates were in the last round.

And the end of the year was also a very busy time for Wei Chen. On the day before Huang Shaotian's exam, he called from out of town, but he didn't mention much about the exam. It was the fifth time Huang Shaotian reminded him to remember to bring a After the local specialties, Wei Chen said, "Boy, let me ask you, do you still remember what I told you when you heard Heifetz for the first time?"

At that time, Huang Shaotian was sitting on the school playground. There were not many people on the playground in winter, and it was exam time, so even fewer people came out for activities. Clear white crimping lines, with his piano case and the materials used for tomorrow's exam, he replied: "I remember, of course I remember. Boss Wei, you said that I will definitely become as great as Heifetz in the future." The violinist gave me a bunch of homework in a hurry. Of course, after I went back that week, I seemed to spend more time listening to CDs than practicing. In the end, I didn’t practice any of the etudes well. I went to the second class. It seems that I was beaten, right? You beat me then!"

Speaking of this, Huang Shaotian was still excited: "I haven't asked you where you got that baton, you said you don't know how to conduct, and you are tired of looking at the score. Is it just for the convenience of knocking on my head? Last time I met a senior sister, she said that you never knocked her in class, Boss Wei, you are so disrespectful..."

On the other end of the phone, Wei Chen pondered deeply: "As long as you want, you can do it." The line repeated yesterday, was irritated by Huang Shaotian's series of interruptions, and he couldn't say anything anymore, but he was not willing to say nothing, So he finally interjected after Huang Shaotian finished speaking: "You perform well tomorrow, just treat yourself as your idol, Mr. Hai, come here as you want, no matter what, you are also my student, don't give me...cough, Don't embarrass the old man!"

Huang Shaotian laughed, and only said yes, then hung up the phone after saying a few more words.

The lights on the playground were not turned on, and the sky had already darkened. There were not many stars in the winter night, and there were not many stars in the wide sky on the playground. It was so pitiful to blink so lonely.

He thought, Wei Chen was right and wrong just now, he is indeed his student, and he will be Wei Chen's student for the rest of his life, but when it comes to idols, it's the one he admired the most and wanted to be. Man, that's not Heifetz.

He looked up at the sky, but felt very peaceful in his heart.

Perhaps it was also from then on that he became no longer nervous about things like exams or performances. It seemed that the bigger the scene, the more he would be able to calm down. He didn’t know if this emotion was normal, but every time the violin When he can hold it tightly in his hand, he will feel at ease, as if the road ahead, whether it is thorns or wilderness, as long as he holds the piano in his hand, he is not alone.

That night, he was filled with so many feelings and things he wanted to say, but the huge playground was empty. His classmates and friends were all preparing for their own exams. He would not disturb them, so he sat here alone, Wait for those feelings to subside.He couldn't find anyone to talk to and didn't feel lonely. He didn't know when he started to enjoy the time alone after the usual hustle and bustle. At that time, he remembered what Wei Chen said before. He said, this piano It's your best friend in this life, you have to treat it well - of course he also expressed his worry about not being able to find a partner in the future, but now Huang Shaotian curled his lips and grimaced disapprovingly.

He is no longer the child who didn't understand anything at that time, even now he still can't tell what growth is, how it happens, how to change a person, how to make a person from naive to mature, how to make a person grow from Confusion has become responsible, but he knows that he will never linger in the same place no matter what, nostalgic for the past and worry about the future—his future is all in his own hands, as long as he clenches his palms, he can hold his hand tightly. Grab it and never let go.

But he still likes to occasionally think about the future, think about his life after being admitted to the conservatory of music, the professors he will meet are funny or boring, what kind of people he will make new friends, and whether he can continue on the professional path How far, how far away, is the piano room in the school like the one in their attached middle school, each room has photos and portraits of those musicians who tortured people to death, he wondered if there would be Heifetz—feeling possibility It's not very big, but it doesn't matter if you don't have one. When Wei Chen moved, he gave him that picture of Heifetz.

Together with the huge photo, Wei Chen's notebook was handed over to him. In it, from the first class he took, there were some things like lesson plans written in bits and pieces. In which year? On which day of the month, when he started to learn the position, what kind of hand shape problems did he have, and he had to remember to correct it in the next class; when he was lazy and didn't practice well enough, he needed to go back and practice again, and he had to remember to criticize severely next time ; Which one of the small performances, Wei Chen selected the alternative repertoire for him in advance, and there was a note at the back saying which one was more suitable for his style; which test, how many points he scored, and where the problem was , how to correct it... Most of these trivial things have long been blurred due to time. He looked at Wei Chen's handwriting, which was really not good-looking, and his hair, which was a little yellowed because of the long time. An old notebook, but I feel unusually at ease.

Wei Chen brought many students with him at that time,