[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

Huang Shaotian originally planned to go to his teacher Wei Chen Wei, his mentor, to report on his recent thoughts and have lunch along the way. Based on his past experience, he reckoned that the two of them were talking about something. It can last two hours. The school only opens the first cafeteria during the summer vacation, but there are particularly delicious sweet and sour pork ribs there. If you go there late, you may not be able to find them. Although there are fewer people during the summer vacation, you still cannot underestimate the combat effectiveness of the students.So he made a rough estimate, leaving the dormitory at about 09:30, starting the intimate conversation between the master and the apprentice at ten o'clock, and going to have dinner at twelve o'clock on the hour, how clever and perfect this plan is.

"Hey you came early, boy? Oh, not bad, worthy of praise! Come here quickly, I still have a lot of papers to be graded." When Huang Shaotian walked into the office, the legendary master and apprentice looked at each other with a friendly smile, There was no picture of talking about the spiritual level of music on the high level. Although this kind of picture has no fate with him since he started learning the piano, but this time he came in and asked someone to help correct the paper. Do people work?

Standing behind the desk with a cigarette in his hand, Wei Chen patted the thick stack of papers on the table to Huang Shaotian, and greeted him, "Be quick! What does it sound like?"

"Wait, Boss Wei, where did this come from? You didn't ask me to talk. Why did you turn into a test paper? Where are your 'good-for-nothing graduate students'?" Don't look for me, I won't do it!" Huang Shaotian felt bad, when will such a bunch of approvals go away?After finally finishing the exam, he didn't want to see those things again. What's more, after Wei Chen became the dean of the music education, his main work would be administration. Substitute teaching was just a symbolic general election called "Introduction to Music Education" , Huang Shaotian has also listened to this class, and the degree of boredom is even worse than that of the history of music where there are only two or a nest, and Wei Chen himself does not often go to the class in person. Ask a graduate student to help with the class, which round will he personally approve the papers now?Are all the graduate students below cabbages!

"It's not a holiday, some have gone home, and some I'm going to take them to another place to attend a seminar in the afternoon. By the way, before I leave, I will call you to meet me. I haven't talked about you yet. I'll see you after this semester. Is it that difficult? You can't get him to come after several phone calls?" Wei Chen ignored his plea, pushed the man to the table, gave him a pen, and tapped the answer on the table, "You Criticize us while talking about serious things."

Huang Shaotian took the answer and the pen resignedly, and said, "Then what do you want to talk to me about? If it's still the old problem of playing the violin, then there's nothing to talk about. I'm on the way to correct it diligently. It’s far away. Of course, the results are not obvious at the moment. If it’s about the next semester’s graduate school... Isn’t it still early? I’m not sure if I will be included in the quota.”

Huang Shaotian said this very calmly. He himself wasn't looking forward to this matter too much. His professional courses were indeed always number one, but his grades in some courses were not particularly outstanding. Well, the bonus points for the school orchestra's activities may barely give him a chance to go for an interview, but whether it will succeed in the end is uncertain now.It's good to be able to keep the research, but even if he can't, he won't feel too disappointed.

Wei Chen took a puff of his cigarette and said, "At least you are paying attention, or do you not want to continue studying here at all?"

Strictly speaking, Wei Chen is not Huang Shaotian's first teacher, but they knew each other long before Huang Shaotian was still in the attached high school. Huang Shaotian spent more than half of his violin learning time under his hands. Most of Qin's memories are related to Wei Chen.It wasn't until Wei Chen became more and more busy with work that he didn't have time to take care of the students anymore, and he really needed a more professional performance teacher to guide him, so Huang Shaocai found a new teacher.

And after knowing each other for so many years, Wei Chen is very clear about Huang Shaotian's temper. This kid doesn't seem to have a serious sentence in his three sentences. When playing the piano, I can talk to people about Dante being the originator of music, which brand of shoulder rest is best to use and which cafeteria has the best food.But all these years Wei Chen has watched him grow from a little kid who can only kill chickens to the principal violinist of the school orchestra who can do everything on his own. He knows that as long as this kid makes up his mind to do something well, no matter how big or small They will definitely give [-]% and will never give up halfway because of any factors.

As a teacher, he would not interfere too much with Huang Shaotian's choice, but after so many years, the two of them are both teachers and friends, so naturally they will devote more attention to caring.As a matter of fact, as the dean of the college, it is not difficult for him to say a word and directly reserve a place for the graduate school, but Huang Shaotian has never asked him this request, and he will never do such a thing. It seemed to him a blasphemy, a denial of what he'd been trying to do all these years.This is the best student he has ever brought up, and he deserves a bright future, even though this kid looks like a fool, and now he doesn't seem to want to stay in school for graduate school.

Huang Shaotian drew a line on the test paper with a red pen and deducted the corresponding points. He dragged his tone and replied: "I don't think so, it's good to stay in school. The environment is also very familiar and the teachers are also very good. I don't care what I don't like." ...and the cafeteria also provides postgraduate subsidies every month, how nice it is."

This tone sounded like perfunctory, Wei Chen just wanted to say something, but the phone call urging him to leave, their plane was at noon, and they might be leaving now.

"Okay, I'll stop here. If you want it, you can work harder to get it. Of course, if you can't, it's not a big deal. I found some materials for you here. You can take a look when you have time. The papers are finished. Lock the door for me. Are you staying in school during the summer vacation?"

"That's right, a classmate from the composition department and I are going to participate in the composition competition together, and we have to stay in school to practice recording or something. Hey, where are you going this time, Boss Wei? Remember to bring a gift when you come back?"

"Oh, I remembered this. Don't be a hindrance. That student is No. 1 in the Composition Department. You don't know if it's luck or bad luck."

"Boss, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, if you don't leave, do you still want me to give you a long pavilion to see you off? Believe it or not, I will just throw this paper out of the window..."

After the door was closed, he was the only one left in the huge office. Huang Shaotian glanced at the stack of papers in distress, deeply feeling that he had been cheated miserably. It was a big loss to be pulled as a coolie.

He wondered if he should find a foreign aid to help him, so that he would have to go through the Year of the Monkey alone.It's a pity that the group of people in their dormitory ran away, and almost everyone in the same class and the orchestra went home. A few Zhang Jiale stayed in school, but looking at his circle of friends and Weibo in the past two days, it seems that he is helping It’s not okay for the tutor to do a translation of foreign documents, and spend every day doing academic work in the library... After thinking about it for a while, Huang Shaotian finally accepted this cruel reality again. In a comfortable posture, I lowered my head and began to approve this pile of unintelligible papers.

When the knock on the door sounded, Huang Shaotian was still in a daze. At first he thought it was an auditory hallucination, took off his earphones to confirm, and he thought who would come to see Boss Wei at this time?It was too unfortunate.He got up to go to open the door, but before he got close, he saw a head protruding from the window. Yu Wenzhou stood there, smiling and waving at him through a glass pane.

Huang Shaotian was overjoyed. He opened the window and asked him, "Hey, why are you here? Are you also arrested by the teacher?"

"The paper that I helped the teacher correct before, I finished correcting it and sent it to him today." Yu Wenzhou smiled and pointed to the empty document bag in his arms, "Then I saw you there from the window... you looked quite tangled, so I came over to type." Hello."

"Hahaha, don't mention it. I originally wanted to come over to have lunch with Boss Wei, but I was put together. He took his graduate students to participate in a seminar out of town, and he took me as a coolie to grade papers and you know Which course is it? It’s music teaching theory. I’d rather correct the paper on music history than this thing. You should see what those bastard students wrote. 99 out of a hundred words are nonsense. It's too horrible!" Huang Shaotian complained mercilessly, without any concern that he himself was once one of those "bastard students".

Yu Wenzhou laughed, with a bit of joking regret: "You didn't say it earlier, what I am changing is the history of music, if I knew we could change it..."

"Oh, don't mind, let me just say this. I just finished the exam. I wish I could forget all the names and works. It's so tortured. I watched it all day before the exam, and my head was full of fat before I went to bed. Fat He's kind face and his wig..." Huang Shaotian still couldn't help shivering when he thought of that thick book that could knock people unconscious.

"Then are you almost finished editing? Do you need help?" Yu Wenzhou asked him.

Huang Shaotian suddenly felt blessed to his soul, how could there be such a good classmate in the world, who is willing to help others and has such a high level of thought, isn't he really a positive case from the textbook of military rescue thinking sent by Marx!

But he couldn't be too obvious. He coughed twice, raised his hand, rubbed his nose, looked up at Yu Wenzhou and asked him, "Will you bother me? Do you have anything else to do? This test is really boring and easy." If you are asleep, if you feel that I have been a donkey, it will not be very good..."

"I've finished revising the history of music, and this one is probably about the same." Yu Wenzhou knew that he was not seriously refusing, and replied with a smile, "But... Mr. Huang, should you let me go in first?"

"Hahahahaha, I'm sorry, Teacher Yu, come in, come in." Huang Shaotian opened the window a little wider as he spoke.

Of course, in the end Yu Wenzhou was invited in through the main entrance. Huang Shaotian willingly gave him the comfortable boss chair, and then dug out old Wei's good tea from the drawer to entertain this foreign aid who fell from the sky. He felt that he must be lucky today, and his liver trembled with happiness just thinking about it.

Huang Shaotian pulled up a chair and sat side by side with him. Yu Wenzhou read it seriously and corrected it very quickly. Compared to Huang Shaotian who was still wearing earphones while listening to music while correcting papers, he looked very unprofessional, so he picked up a The earphone asked: "Want to listen? Take your side?"

Yu Wenzhou thanked him, stopped writing and put on his earphones.In fact, none of them like the feeling of single-channel sound very much, and they feel that there is a strong sense of imbalance. However, Huang Shaotian did this to express his sincerity, and Yu Wenzhou was too embarrassed to refuse, so the two of them wore a pair of headphones. , Continue to correct that bunch of bastard papers.

Fortunately, the songs in Huang Shaotian's playlist are pretty good, most of them are in the style he usually likes, there are Paganini's caprices, some sonatas, and then some scattered movements of concertos, which Yu Wenzhou wore What was playing inside was Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major. The brilliant main theme played by the violin ensemble had a magnificent effect. He also liked this piece very much among the four major symphonies.

Huang Shaotian hung the earphones on one side, writing and scribbling with a pen in his right hand, and his left hand was still beating time on the table. The violin player's left hand is much more flexible than the right hand, although he just follows the melody of the music Beating the beat doesn't involve complex finger movements like pressing the keys, but it's just such a simple movement, and the appearance of the slender and powerful fingers gently pressing on the table is pleasing enough.

Maybe because he sensed Yu Wenzhou's gaze, Huang Shaotian turned his head and smiled at him, then he seemed to think of something funny, he laughed before he said it, and said: "When I was a child, I heard this for the first time. First, I always remember the name as 'Chai Da D', and the others are 'Bei Da D', 'Bo Da D', 'Men Xiao E', how easy and fast to remember! Later, old Wei Fei Don't let me say that, I heard that other things are okay, but this Chai D is not good, because it always sounds like a big D, and it suddenly becomes down-to-earth from tall to down-to-earth hahahaha."

"Ms. Wei...you guys have known each other before, right?" Yu Wenzhou asked casually, as he posted the total score of the paper under his hand, which happened to be 59, which is a pity.

"Yeah, probably...he took me before I entered the attached middle school. Old Wei used to be a violinist, and then he switched to music teaching, but at that time his level was enough to take me. Can you Imagine that when I went to his class for the first time, which song did you guess he showed me? It was Liang Zhu hahaha! I was young and ignorant at the time, watching him pull Liang Zhu, I thought it was so beautiful and touching Ah? How could it be so beautiful! But after a long time later, knowing the temper and personality of Boss Wei, I think it’s true! It’s a bit unscientific when I think about it. Slightly disgusting and handsome, isn’t he? He really doesn’t fit the atmosphere of that sad and sad song at all, okay…” Thinking of the past, Huang Shaotian laughed even harder. He took off his earphones and thought, “This This incident directly led to the fact that I have to do a good job of psychological preparation every time I pull Liang Zhu, otherwise when I pull, I will always think of Boss Wei's mocking face while smoking and teaching me, it's too dramatic..."

But he smiled and suddenly felt that he stopped. He thought about it, and it seemed that the happiest memories of learning piano all happened when he was with Boss Wei. Therefore, Yinzhuan started more intensive and professional training. Although those memories are not called devil training for him, it will not make him feel shadowy when he thinks about them, but he knows that at that time he The happiness he got was far less than before. No matter how good, famous or professional the later teacher was, he was far inferior to Wei Chen in his heart.

Although those things can be joked about now, in his heart, he has always deeply and sincerely admired his teacher at that time. At that time, he was holding his little broken piano that was less than 300 yuan , standing in the classroom watching Wei Chen play such a complicated and beautiful melody, the admiration in his heart is beyond words.His wish at that time was that one day he could be as powerful as his teacher, and be able to pull out such a beautiful melody.

It's a pity that after so many years, Wei Chen no longer takes care of students, and even seldom plays the piano because of work.And he learned so many more advanced repertoires and techniques later, but the satisfaction he got from it was not even as much as when he first learned vibrato when he was a child.

Sure enough, as we grow older, things that can reap happiness and satisfaction will become more and more complicated.Back in the day, such a trivial thing as being able to switch from one position to another without a trace would make him happy all day long.But now, the way out for the future, better performance, higher level of music... These complicated and complicated choices are like countless parallel roads extending infinitely in front of him. Standing at the origin, each one can Choose, but he can't predict what will happen in the future, and after choosing, he may not be able to look back.

But in fact, he is not afraid of choices, on the contrary, those things that are a little exciting will make him excited, but now these things are mixed together, it is a bit annoying.Thinking of this, he sighed inaudibly, and turned his eyes back to the pile of papers. Why did Yu Wenzhou's side still have so many of them after a long time of grading? !

Yu Wenzhou saw that he was quite cheerful at first, but suddenly his expression became solemn, and then he sighed seriously, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" He also saw that Huang Shaotian's side was a bit higher than his side's and hadn't been corrected. The paper, he continued, "If it's a paper... you can share some more with me, don't worry."

Huang Shaotian laughed again: "Hahaha it's not a paper. When I think about the past, I suddenly feel that it's better when I was a child. Whether it's practicing the piano or other things, everything is easy. Then I really feel that today's homework is not finished. It's a big deal, let's think about it now, if it's a big deal, at most my dad would beat me up or my mom would smack the back of my hand with chopsticks, but it's all over once I wake up from sleep."

"Why did I suddenly think of this..." Yu Wenzhou replied, and at the same time saw the relevant documents and materials of his school's insurance research institute spread out on the desktop, he pointed, "Because of this?"

Huang Shaotian glanced at it, answered yes, and then said: "Actually, it's not all. Let's talk about whether it's big or small. It's good if it can be done. If it can't be done, I don't have anything to complain about. The way out is so good." Many, it’s not like this one. But your words should be fine? Just now I heard Lao Wei say that you are No.1 in your whole department, and he told me not to hold you back. Teacher Yu, if I hold you back You must tell me quickly so that I can make up for it in time!"

Yu Wenzhou smiled, then shook his head: "No, I'm not eligible to be exempt."

This time it was Huang Shaotian who was puzzled. No matter how you look at it, the person in front of him looks like he has very good grades. He should be a legendary academic master. Before every exam, he will be taken care of by the whole class. If you can feel happy, maybe you will pass the line!

Yu Wenzhou continued to explain: "When I was a freshman, my grades were only average, and then I slowly caught up. Teacher Wei said that he was the first in the whole department, and it was only this semester. Add up all the previous ones, and then count the student work. The other bonus points are still not enough to qualify for exemption."

Seeing Huang Shaotian's still unbelievable expression, he smiled and continued, "I didn't go to a high school for music. The only relationship I had with music was practicing piano all the time, but my level was average, and I couldn't reach it back then." Can go to the level of the piano performance department."

Huang Shaotian just wanted to retort that I think you play the piano very well, but when he thought about it, his words were too consoling. He had heard Yu Wenzhou play the piano twice, and it was indeed a good feeling, and he could tell that he had a certain foundation You have worked hard, but whether you play well or not is not the only thing that can be determined by these two things.

"When I decided to take the sound examination, I didn't have enough time left to prepare. Cultural courses and piano were no problem, but the remaining professional courses such as music theory, solfeggio, ear training, and song creation were really not easy to manage. ..." Yu Wenzhou turned the pen in his hand repeatedly, "Because the time is too tight, a lot of knowledge is memorized and memorized. At that time, I listened to too many audio-visual tapes. When I went out to class, I heard When your car horn blares, you will subconsciously react to what kind of sound it is.”

"The teacher I was looking for at the time was Lin Jingyan. Before the exam, he told me that the possibility of failing the exam was very high. If I really want to learn this, I can try for another year. I can take the exam after I have learned everything well. .But in the end, they were all stuck on the thread, and when the score was awarded, the expression on the teacher's face was very exciting." Yu Wenzhou said it very easily, and even smiled when he thought of the scene at that time.

But Huang Shaotian knew that the truth must be more than that.He played elementary school violin and stayed in the attached middle school for three years and finally took the sound examination. At that time, he practiced the piano every day to the point where he felt a little nauseous when he heard the sound of the violin. It also gave him a headache for a while.Composition is the most difficult major in their school, and the number of subjects in the entrance examination is nearly half that of other majors. In addition, their school is the best music academy, and the entry threshold is much higher than that of ordinary schools.For Yu Wenzhou to be here now, how much effort he put in and how many difficulties he encountered, Huang Shaotian felt that he couldn't even imagine it.

In fact, only Yu Wenzhou knew about the anxiety and depression buried deep in his heart during the preparation for the exam, and he never mentioned it to anyone.Because at that time, not everyone could understand my decision. My parents saw him as determined. Although they decided to support them, they still felt that even if this year failed, they could let him take the college entrance examination again next year. It was still a second-hand preparation. .

But Yu Wenzhou has never thought about it that way. He has been working hard, and he has to study carefully what he has not learned. The 3-up and 3-down required in the exam syllabus are key and difficult points for students with professional backgrounds. The general music theory learned by learning the piano is not enough to meet the admission standards of the composition department.At that time, no one seemed to be optimistic about his choice. Most of the classmates and teachers did not understand why he wanted to do such a thankless thing, and his efforts might not necessarily pay off.

But he didn't think about getting other people's understanding. At that time in the examination room, when he sat on the piano bench and repeated the melody that the teacher had just played, his hands on the keys almost seemed to be beating directly on his heart. , The tension from the inside out almost makes it difficult to breathe.But he still went all out to complete all the exams and finally received the admission letter.

But at that time, his admission score was the lowest in the whole department, and his high school name on the admission list was particularly conspicuous among a string of music high schools.At that time, there were indeed many courses that could not keep up with the progress, but fortunately, they were all made up later.

From the bottom of the school to the current No.1, this experience is enough inspiration and can be used to show off, but Yu Wenzhou didn't take it too seriously. There are too many hardworking and talented people here, and he is just one of them. an unusual one.Moreover, he is the kind of person who knows what he wants and will make a plan to achieve it step by step. It is within his expectation to achieve this goal, and there is no surprise.What's more, this is just a very ordinary stage in his learning process.

It's just that he still feels strange now, how he was assigned to the same dormitory with Zhang Xinjie, who was the first student in the department.

Huang Shaotian listened quietly to Yu Wenzhou talking about his "black history" in a non-salty way, and felt that this person was really hard to see through. Obviously, every single thing in the process was singled out, and it was complete, exciting enough. Maybe you can post your story on the Internet and write an inspirational post, just like what many people like to do now.But his straightforward tone now obviously feels that these are nothing. He doesn't think there is any shame in them, and he doesn't think there is anything to be proud of. This is the road he has walked step by step, because he has experienced and overcome everything. That's why I can calmly tell them as stories to others now.

Before that, Huang Shaotian thought that Yu Wenzhou was the same as him, he came here after studying music all the way in elementary school, and then came here. This is the experience that most of his classmates now have.And he has always felt that Yu Wenzhou's excellence is also the type he is familiar with, the type of talent that is not squandered, and then with his own efforts, he will achieve something.But now it seems that his established cognitions are not all correct. Of course Yu Wenzhou has enough talents, but in order to be able to display these talents, the effort and sweat he put in is far beyond what Huang Shaotian thought before.

He opened his mouth, and he was so eloquent that he couldn't think of what to say for a while.And he didn't ask Yu Wenzhou why he chose this major and such a difficult path, he thought maybe he knew the reason.

Why else?It must be because I like it.Just like at that time, he himself could choose to regard the violin as a hobby, as a tool for entertainment after dinner when he has nothing to do, instead of taking it as a lifelong career, and he has to devote countless hours and sweat to it every day , even if he couldn't get a glimpse of the hard work at that time, he could understand it after all.

But at that time, without any hesitation, he chose the one that seemed more difficult, but he was willing to bear those hardships.Because he likes it so much, and because he knows that on this road, what he will gain may be far more than what he paid.

For that reason, I can really devote myself to a lot of things that I couldn't even imagine before.Energy, time, patience, this process is still wearing away the initial pure love, but along the way, he has never felt regretful, so he understands Yu Wenzhou's choice, and he will not ask about the reason.

The midday sun shines in from the glass window behind, and it is slightly hot, and they are shrouded in that sun together.The people around him lowered their heads with a vague smile on the corners of their mouths, and his subordinates didn't stop. The number of papers he had corrected was almost twice as large as his own.Huang Shaotian looked at him with his cheek resting on his hand, and the other party didn't show any special expression because of this story, and continued to correct the paper calmly, Huang Shaotian suddenly laughed, got up and dragged the stool to the bookcase, stood on the stool from the cabinet A piano case was lifted from the top.

Yu Wenzhou looked at him with questioning eyes, Huang Shaotian jumped down nimbly, opened the bag that was used to keep the dust out of the piano case, and explained: "This is the piano that Boss Wei used to use often, but later he gave it away because the fingerboard was open. I went to repair it, but because the boss was not there at the time, an apprentice took it to repair it by himself first, do you know what used to stick the fingerboard of this kind of old piano if it was opened?"

Yu Wenzhou thought for a while, he really didn't know this, so he jokingly replied: "It can't be 502, right?"

"Yes, you see, normal people know that you can't be so sticky. If you stick it with super glue, can the sound still be heard? Ordinary practice pianos are fine. It doesn't matter if the sound is not very good, but Old Wei's piano At the beginning, the tone was so good! I wanted to borrow it from him many times, but it was a pity that it hadn’t grown up at that time, and I couldn’t hold such a big piano. Who knew in the end... I feel sore when I think about it. It’s a miracle that Lao Wei didn’t smash the storefront when he went to get the violin.” Huang Shaotian adjusted the strings of the violin and continued, “Usually this kind of violin can be glued with swim bladder, so that the fingerboard will be stuck. It won't affect the tone in the future, but as a result..." He pointed to the fretboard of the piano in his hand, "Here, my brother Hao gave me a hand here, and it's so sticky, I can't even try to get it off."

Yu Wenzhou laughed in disbelief: "So miserable?"

"Listen." Huang Shaotian clipped the piano, and simply played a few chords, "Is the sound boring to you?"

"Well, it sounds like the timbre is dead, but it's not too bad, is it?"

"It sounded okay, but it was too different from before. Old Wei got angry for a long time and finally bought a new one. This one was no longer used but he was reluctant to throw it away. Later, he kept it and was taken by him. Came to the office." Huang Shaotian lowered his head again and used the fine tuner to correct the tone, then coughed twice, and said, "You told me just now... er, anyway, after listening to it, I don't think my crap is really bothersome at all. Still pretending to say that I am not as happy as before, what do I think? It’s really a picture, Tucson is broken, that’s not the point, ahem, because I can’t think of anything to say to you, so I use this song to express my feelings for you... ..."

Huang Shaotian frowned and struggled to choose his words, and finally he said, "My respect to you."

Yu Wenzhou laughed straight away, and Huang Shaotian couldn't hold back anymore. He maintained the last bit of freetalk seriousness, and quickly finished his sentence: "But I can't think of any songs related to respect for a while, so there may be something wrong. I wasn't very interested in this kind of stuff at first... You just make do with it and don't laugh, if you dare to laugh, I'll play my repertoire for you."

"Infinite motion again?" Yu Wenzhou shrugged, "I like it very much."

"It's not infinite movement, how could it be infinite movement? It's the ultimate skill of seven-year-old Huang Shaotian, killing chickens!" Huang Shaotian laughed, "I still have the feeling of killing chickens back then, do you want to feel it?"

"Don't, don't, I won't laugh." Yu Wenzhou sat upright cooperatively, put down the pen, clasped his hands together and asked, "Do you need instructions?"

Huang Shaotian shook his head with a smile, set up the piano, placed the bow in a suitable position, and pressed the first note.

The melodious melody came out. Although this violin has suffered such inhumane treatment, its timbre is still acceptable. What's more, an excellent performer can produce a nice melody without using a good violin.

It's just that as soon as the tune started, Yu Wenzhou laughed before a bar was played. Huang Shaotian continued to play while glaring at him, and his eyes directly conveyed "it's agreed not to laugh!"

Yu Wenzhou tilted his head slightly and made an innocent expression, how could this make people not laugh?Huang Shaotian is currently playing the song "Greetings of Love" composed by Elgar, although it has the word "greetings" in its title, but in fact its theme is not really "greetings".

He smiled and looked at Huang Shaotian and rolled his eyes helplessly, but his performance was not affected at all. The sun shone in from behind, coating him and the piano in his hand with a light golden halo, perhaps Sensing his constant gaze, Huang Shaotian also blinked at him and smiled while changing positions with a rest.

That smile melted into the glare of the summer sun and the tender and brisk melody. Three years after Yu Wenzhou was admitted to the composition department, he once again felt that it was really great to be able to make a decision to come here. .