[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

Huang Shaotian woke up before the alarm clock rang, and usually wakes up early in summer, the sun outside shone in through the curtains that didn't block the light very much, and it was faintly hot.Huang Shaotian habitually grabbed his phone and looked at the time. He rubbed his eyes and found several MMS messages. The senders were from Zheng Xuan, Song Xiao and Xu Jingxi. There were several messages from each person. His brain, which had not yet woken up from sleep, was stunned. For a moment, think about when this is, send MMS?Too much money to burn.

But after he opened those photos, he realized why he received these damn things. These guys are now at the beach. When they first arrived a few days ago, they called him. Xu Jingxi's voice was transparent. It came over through the radio waves, and was blown to pieces by the sea breeze blowing over there. In the middle of the night, he and Huang Shaotian yelled on the phone: "Young Master Huang! Guess! Where are we!"

Huang Shaotian really didn't want to answer this question without any technical content. He made it clear that he was just fishing. I took the pictures and posted them on the Internet, and I posted them immediately, and I had to watch them with Aite, for fear that he would not be able to feel the beauty of the outside world when he was alone in school.

"Didn't you guys go to the seaside? Didn't you eat seafood at night? You didn't have enough microblogs along the way, and you had to call to say what your intentions are? If you have something to say, I'm going to sleep!" Huang Shaotian Glancing at the music theory textbook for hypnosis spread out on the table, he said seriously.

"Young Master Huang, let me tell you that the stars here are very bright at night! Young Master Huang, can you sing Little Stars! I haven't seen a lot of stars in school for a whole semester! Hey, do you want to talk to Young Master Huang..." While speaking, there was another person on the phone, and Zheng Xuan's voice came over, "Young Master Huang and Xu Jingxi don't have you, he's really pretty, and then..."

Song Xiao’s voice was faintly heard over there, and he said vaguely as if he was eating something: “Show him that grouper! It’s so delicious! Ask him if he regrets it. No! Hey, which cafeteria opened this year? Do you want Zheng Xuan's shredded squid?"

So the three of them started talking about squid shreds on the other end of the phone. Huang Shaotian stared at the minutes of the call time with a black line on his face. Turned on the hands-free and threw the phone aside, wasting Xu Jingxi's phone bill.

The follow-up incident of this phone door was that he saw several photos of the beach at night before going to bed. The effect of the mobile phone was not very good, but he could still see the beach benches, the dots of lights on the beach, and the photos given by them. Huang Shaotian, who had a super close-up of crab grilled fish and beer, and only had a casual meal in the cafeteria at night, lay on the bed shaking his hands three times, and decisively blacked out all three of them for the sake of his happiness in the holidays later. up.

Then after a quiet time, Xu Jingxi and the others found that they could not disturb him, and returned to the original and most primitive way of sending MMS. Huang Shaotian looked at the sunny beach in the photo early in the morning, and the three of them seemed to be tanned. Walking around, wearing very beach-style shirts, standing shoulder-to-shoulder and grinning, he made a triumphant gesture at him in the photo, and attached a sentence: "Young Master Huang, practice hard! The future of the string department All my hopes rest on your shoulders!"

Pin on your uncle, pin on your size, hope!It's all you people, there's no hope for the String Music Department!Huang Shaotian threw away his phone and sat up, glanced at the pot of cactus left by Xu Jingxi on the table, the corner of his mouth twitched, his hand shook again, and he poured half a glass of water into it.

However, his rhythm of life these days is simply a model of regularity. He gets up every morning and goes to the library, and goes to the piano room to practice in the afternoon or evening.Zhang Jiale dragged him to the library. Every day before Zhang Jiale turned on the computer to do academic work, he would express his feelings as a matter of routine, saying that as a graduate student, he would either have to be fast and get back home after the holiday, or he would find someone who couldn’t handle people. If my mentor fails to do both, then his current situation is extremely miserable.

Then Zhang Jiale, who was engaged in academics, and Huang Shaotian, who went to make soy sauce, met Zhang Xinjie and Yu Wenzhou, who were also engaged in academics. The library was open as usual during the summer vacation, but there were not many people at all, and most of those who came were here to blow the air conditioner and fall in love. , the rest is just a little bit of gold left after the big waves washed the sand, I really came to learn.Because there were few people, it was easy to see. As soon as Huang Shaotian looked up, he saw Yu Wenzhou and Zhang Xinjie walking this way. He raised his hand to say hello, and the two sat down just like that.

In fact, these few nights, Huang Shaotian and Yu Wenzhou could always meet each other in the piano room, and sometimes they would join the piano room to practice and play together.The organizing committee of the competition has already sent the official entry letter, which roughly explained the required musical form and the theme of the composition, and provided alternative options for musical instruments. Choose at least two, and Yu Wenzhou really only chose two. The most commonly used violin and piano, I really don't know if he is too confident, or too lazy to engage in those too complicated.

But I just said goodbye last night and this morning I met him again in the library. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Huang Shaotian pointed at Zhang Jiale and made a lip-synch: "I'll come to see him doing hard work, and by the way he's making soy sauce."

Yu Wenzhou looked at Zhang Jiale who was typing on the keyboard fiercely with his head down, almost typing out a marching rhythm on the computer, and smiled back at him knowingly.The three of them officially met a few days ago. The place was in the school cafeteria, half an hour before the meal. Yu Wenzhou showed them the entry letter and instruction manual. The three of them didn't have any comments or questions. After walking through the approximate timetable, he quickly filled out his information form and returned it to Yu Wenzhou for him to sign up.Then we went to wait in line for dinner.During the period, the topics also ranged from why the titles of the entries were so unreliable, to why there are no chicken legs in the cafeteria today, all the way to nowhere, and never came back.

But Yu Wenzhou didn't come today. When he arrived, only Zhang Xinjie was sitting in his old seat. They had been sitting in a fixed position for a while, by the window, with plenty of daylight and few people coming and going.

He usually sits next to Yu Wenzhou, and Yu Wenzhou often carries a notebook with him, in which he memorizes fragments of music that come up on his mind. Huang Shaotian has read Yu Wenzhou's class notes before, and the handwriting is very standard regular script. , every stroke is written with force through the back of the paper, but there is still some elegance in the correctness.The staves are also written neatly and neatly, and they are all the kind that can be directly used as a printed version and copied.

But the ones in this notebook are different from the ones I saw before. It may be because of their personal nature. The handwriting and music scores are written more casually. Some of the passages that hum lightly, those notes seem to be lighthearted, one The ground seems to be beating on the staff, as if it will jump out of the paper at any time.For some slightly heavier notes, the force of writing seems to be heavier than other notes.And flipping back, some music scores are even accompanied by emoticons like stick figures, and the date written on the notebook, it feels like I am using the score as a diary.

It's not easy to talk in the library, so Huang Shaotian pointed at the lively smiling expression, and lightly touched Yu Wenzhou with his arm. He looked away from the book and saw Huang Shaotian's expression as if he had discovered something new and amazing. , looking at what he pointed, Yu Wenzhou also curled the corners of his mouth and laughed, it was the result of nothing to do, he thought it was a bit funny to see the man who was overjoyed but still couldn't laugh out loud, and motioned to Huang Shaotian to make him laugh. Bring your own textbook.

Huang Shaotian pushed his textbook over, and then leaned over to see what Yu Wenzhou was going to do.Yu Wenzhou held a pencil in his hand, he turned slightly to look at Huang Shaotian, then blinked and smiled, then lowered his head, the pencil sketched at the footer of the blank page of the textbook, and blocked it with his hand when he finished, He took a look at it first, and then turned the finished product to Huang Shaotian to see with satisfaction.

There was a little man drawn with simple lines on it, with a frowning expression vividly, and a line of words was written next to it briskly, called, "Can't Remember Words March No. [-]".

Help, what the hell is this!Huang Shaotian almost couldn't help but thumped the table and laughed. He quickly reached out his hand to cover his mouth while questioning Yu Wenzhou with his eyes, what is this, what is this?

Yu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows to express his disapproval, then he stretched out his hand and waved lightly in front of Zhang Jiale and Zhang Xinjie who were facing him. The two people facing him raised their heads to look at him, and Yu Wenzhou picked up the book and pointed the villain at him. Showing them, Zhang Xinjie looked at it seriously, and then pointed to Huang Shaotian questioningly.Zhang Jiale was delighted when he saw it, imitating that facial expression exaggeratedly, and then freed up his hands to give Yu Wenzhou a big compliment.

With the support of his allies, Yu Wenzhou turned his head to look at Huang Shaotian again, with a kind of narrow-mindedness in his eyes, he reached for the eraser after laughing enough, wanting to erase this for him.After all, it is a textbook, so it may not be appropriate to draw it on it.

Huang Shaotian stomped on Zhang Jiale under the table in retaliation, but seeing Yu Wenzhou reaching for the eraser, he quickly stretched out his hand to hold his hand to stop him.

"You don't need to wipe it and keep it for me. Maybe the master's manuscript can be auctioned in the future. Don't wipe it." Huang Shaotian lowered his voice and said softly, took the eraser from Yu Wenzhou's hand, and pushed the textbook towards Yu Wenzhou. , "Master Yu, why don't you sign me as a souvenir?"

Huang Shaotian's voice is very soft, and if you quantify it, it can probably reach the level of ppp. Although the voice is not loud, but the emotional expression is fully in place. It sounds extremely sincere. His eyes are already very bright, and now he is smiling. If you want to, it will look more lively.

Yu Wenzhou laughed again, and cooperatively signed his name and date on the bottom.Zhang Jiale sat behind the computer and looked at these two guys wonderingly, what did they agree to do academically together?You two are still playing like this?

But today Yu Wenzhou didn't come, and Zhang Jiale didn't know what to do.Zhang Xinjie saw him coming, nodded his head as a greeting, then took out a record from his bag and gave it to him, Huang Shaotian was taken aback for a moment, took it over and saw that it was Heifetz's Xiaoxie from the RCA period, he was taken aback I was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that today is August 8th, his birthday.

Usually, he doesn't care much about this. In the past, when the orchestra had rehearsals during the summer vacation, everyone would use this as an excuse to go out and have fun together. Now that everyone is away, he himself has almost forgotten about it.Thinking of this, he went to check his phone. After going out in the morning, he stuffed it in his schoolbag and turned it on mute. Now he took it out and saw a bunch of congratulatory messages. Friends in the orchestra, classmates in the same class, and people he knew before Many of them are still audio files, which can only be downloaded from the computer and listened to.

Zhang Xinjie nodded and smiled at him again, Huang Shaotian just happened to know about his birthday last time, and then gave him Bach, and now he returned a Heifetz, which is perfect.

Huang Shaotian laughed. He usually doesn't spend much time listening to records, but he also collected a lot of Heifetz's discs. He thanked him, and then asked casually, "Where's Yu Wenzhou? He didn't come today?"

"Today, I'm going to hand in the entry form for the competition, and there's still a presentation. He left early in the morning." Zhang Xinjie replied in a low voice.

The whole day after that was boring. He went directly to the piano room after lunch. The daily practice did not change because today was his birthday. The practice ended when it was getting dark. He swiped his card and came out. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, he saw Yu Wenzhou walking towards the piano building from the outside.

"Are you back? I heard from Zhang Xinjie that you went to hand in the registration form. What else do you want to preach? How about it? Isn't it boring? You have come to practice so hard after all this time. Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, go together. After eating, you It's not too late to come back to practice, you've been running all day..." Huang Shaotian waved to Yu Wenzhou while putting the Qinka back in his pocket.

Yu Wenzhou walked up to him. He should have just come back from school. His nose was still dripping with sweat. He shook his head and said, "I'm not here to practice, I'm here to find you."

"Looking for me?" Huang Shaotian asked back.

"I thought you would be here at this time, so I didn't call in advance to ask. I have something for you." Yu Wenzhou replied, while they were walking, the sun was setting at this time, and the piano room building was built in the earliest school imitating the Western style. With some Baroque style buildings, the white walls are plated with a layer of gold, and the glass windows on the first floor are full of the sunset light from the west.

Yu Wenzhou took out a copy from the file bag he was holding, handed it over, smiled and said, "Happy birthday Shaotian, am I not the last one?"

Huang Shaotian took it over, it was a sheet of music, he thought about it, probably when he handed over the registration form to Yu Wenzhou a few days ago, it had his birthday written on it, right?That's not too surprising.

In fact, most of the time, they have begun to use some very convenient composition software to directly generate notes and have the corresponding intonation, which avoids the trouble of sometimes having to have a piano to test the sound when composing.But for people with relatively good absolute pitch, the influence of not having an instrument nearby when writing the score is not too great.Yu Wenzhou's sense of pitch has always been good, and he is also very comfortable with those composing software, but he still likes handwritten scores, writing down the melodies in his head on paper one by one, which is different from computer-generated scores. a sense of accomplishment.

And it seems more sincere.Although he also looked at Huang Shaotian's materials when sorting out the materials to be handed in, only to realize that today is his birthday.It didn't take long to prepare, but it wasn't too difficult for him to write a variation.I started writing at night, added two paragraphs on the subway during the day, and revised it while listening to the lecture, and now the draft is finished.

Huang Shaotian looked at it very seriously, and had the urge to take out the piano immediately to try it out, but his piano card has already been used for all the hours of the day, and it can no longer be used.He frowned slightly, Yu Wenzhou looked at his expression and asked, "Do you want to go in and have a try?"

"That's right, your variation is very good. Here, this string of jumping bows is very touching. I really want to try it out, but my time is running out. Have you brought the violin card?"

"No, I left school early in the morning, and I didn't think about coming back to practice..." Yu Wenzhou replied.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the porch lights in the foyer had been out of repair for a long time. The last light of the setting sun sprinkled on the school building to the west, with thick deep orange and black purple mixed together, but the street lights had not yet been turned on.Huang Shaotian thought for a while, then asked him: "Are you still busy? If not, let's go to the back of the playground? I remember that there were lights and music stands there last time I saw it when I went to see Liu Xiaobie's live performance. Want to go see it?"

There is a small stage behind the playground of the school. The stage is not too big or very high. The group of students didn’t even know what this place was used for in the first place. They pulled the wires and set up lights and speakers, and the bare concrete walls behind were also painted with various trendy graffiti for their usual practice and performances.

In fact, the effect is also good. Some of their student-built bands are even very famous. They often attract many students from other schools when they perform there. It is often summer nights, and the electronic music from that direction Guitar, bass, drums, and screams can be heard far away, even Huang Shaotian and the others can hear them in the study room.

As for his direct student Liu Xiaobie, although he has always studied orthodox classical music and practiced the same set of textbooks, he has a lot of interest and high enthusiasm for modern pop music. I often go to join in the fun and play the electronic violin for a while.A few times, their orchestra formed a team to see Liu Xiaobie’s performance. It’s completely different from sitting in the violin seat in a suit and tie to play a concerto. That guy put on a cool pose and stood at the microphone Behind the shelf, there are earphones hanging around the neck, holding a strange electric violin in his hand, and his right foot keeps time with the rhythm from time to time, but they don’t know which piece they are playing. In the end, it was Wang Jiexi who looked at the leaflets distributed at the scene, and found the title of the track among the exaggerated graffiti and letters. It was called Pirates, Huang Shaotian couldn't remember.

Of course, there is no distinction between high and low music types, but Huang Shaotian doesn't have any special preference for this type, and he doesn't usually come here very often.Now that the school is on holiday, no one is using it, so you can go there and try it.

Yu Wenzhou also knew what he was talking about, since he had nothing else to do at night anyway, so the two of them went there together.

They went up to the stage from the next steps, Huang Shaotian fumbled behind to find the switch, the lights from the ceiling poured down, illuminating the entire stage and the open space below.Yu Wenzhou picked up one of the music stands piled up in the corner, took it to the front, then dragged a storage box and sat beside him, and said with a smile, "Can the show start?"

Huang Shaotian put the scores on and set up the shoulder rests, raised his eyebrows at Yu Wenzhou, and smiled a little smugly.

Since it was a birthday present, Yu Wenzhou couldn't avoid using the main tune of 556517, but if he didn't listen to this melody preconceivedly, he might not be able to hear the tune from the current variation.In the same way, gifts should naturally match what one likes. This song is a small allegro, with a downward bow, and then a series of single- and double-tone interlaced continuous jumping bows. Although it is the first time for Huang Shaotian to read Notation ability and hand speed have already been practiced countless times by endless movements, and Yu Wenzhou didn't use high notes, so he played very smoothly.There is no title written on the music score, but animato is marked at the beginning, so Huang Shaotian also followed the composer's wishes and dexterously pressed out a light ornament with his fingers. He smiled.

The whole piece is brisk and jumping, and finally ends with a clean and beautiful two-tone chord. Huang Shaotian habitually raised his bow, waiting for the strings to resonate. I saw it when Yi Xiaozao was playing, but no matter the expression on his face or the expressive force of the music, they are completely different.

"Thank you, this song is superbly written! For Lian Dungong, the melody is great and the cohesion is also very good! This is simply the most reliable gift I have received in recent years." Huang Shaotian did not ask after the performance. The question of whether he plays well or not, he hugged the piano and sat next to Yu Wenzhou. The storage box was not very big. Yu Wenzhou moved it to the side cooperatively, and replied with a smile: "The most reliable? You used to Have you ever received something unreliable?"

"I stayed at school for rehearsal last summer, and when I entered the rehearsal room on the morning of my birthday, they played a duet for me..." Huang Shaotian sighed helplessly as he spoke, "Give me a duet. "Talking about Polka."

"I've never seen that group of people play so hard! It looks like they are attending a New Year's concert in the Golden Hall! Chatting about polka! It's a good thing they figured it out, and you see our leader Wang Jiexi is so serious Can you imagine that he actually cooperates very well? He conducts with great energy, and I later found out that the idea was actually proposed by him, and the song was voted by everyone, alas..." Huang Shaotian made a gesture and sighed again. , but he didn't say that even though the song really deserved a beating, he was still a little moved. He recorded half of the song with his mobile phone, and now he still keeps it and doesn't want to delete it.

The summer night wind gently blew over with some residual warmth that hadn't dissipated during the day. Huang Shaotian looked down at the piano, clamped the piano again as if remembering something, turned his head and said to Yu Wenzhou: "Anyway They are all here, and you can play a more suitable one." Then he pressed his finger on the third string of D, and gently pulled out the first note.

He didn't stand up this time, but sat side by side with Yu Wenzhou in a very relaxed manner. The distance was so close that Yu Wenzhou could even see the vibration of the strings and the rosin powder flying up under the light from his angle. It was the first time to listen to him playing the piano at such a close distance. From this angle, the sound he heard was probably the closest to what Huang Shaotian himself heard.

Some performers like to stare at their fingers when they are not looking at the music score, and some like to close their eyes, but Huang Shaotian does not belong to both. His eyes don’t know where they fall, and Yu Wenzhou can’t see his eyes. I don't know where his eyes fell and what he saw.

The evening wind blew past them lightly, blowing the leaves and making slight noises, accompanied by the faint chirping of insects. This was the summer night they lived in, and it was also what Yu Wenzhou could really feel from Huang Shaotian's performance. "Summer Night".

Chinese music combines the strengths of folk music, which is longer and more melodious than Western music.He had never heard Huang Shaotian play such a slow-paced piece before, and it was the same when they were practicing together in the piano room during this time. He could only play etudes and arpeggios for an afternoon without feeling boring, and Yu Wenzhou also knew it personally. I realized how ardent and deep love Huang Shaotian has for Infinite Motion.Every time I listen to him playing the piano, his skillful left hand and superb bowing with his right hand are the most eye-catching existence.But now this song is very simple, there is no showy technique, and even changing positions must be played with slides that are usually avoided as much as possible to make it sound better.

But Yu Wenzhou still heard the quiet evening wind in summer, the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, and the chirping of insects from this simple and melodious melody. How common is the Milky Way in summer, the stars are like the candy jars knocked over by God, scattered all over the sky, and the light seems to be blinking and blinking with the rhythm of short and delicate ornamental sounds.

After the performance accompanied by the rainstorm last time, Yu Wenzhou once again felt that in this way of playing, he seemed to be able to faintly touch some sporadic true feelings that Huang Shaotian had hidden under the high control in the past from these notes. Reality, they are light and transparent, like the overtones that often appear at the end of music, he can feel it, but it is hard to describe it.

The piece wasn't long, and when Huang Shaotian stopped, he looked as if he had fallen into some kind of serious thought, and he smiled and said, "Hey Master Yu, I'm back to my senses, this isn't La's meditation, What are you thinking about here so preoccupied? Don't tell me that you didn't pay attention at all just now? It hurts my feelings too much." While talking, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yu Wenzhou's eyes.

Yu Wenzhou raised his hand to suppress his wobbly hand, because of the performance just now, Huang Shaotian's palm was slightly sweating, Yu Wenzhou didn't care about it, he turned to look at Huang Shaotian, his expression was very serious, Huang Shaotian had never seen him like this before, He asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? Suddenly this expression?"

"I'm thinking..." Yu Wenzhou said softly, "I'm thinking about the state of your performance just now, it's very good... It doesn't have the feeling of over-control in your previous performances at all. It sounds very real."

Huang Shaotian didn't answer for a while. He spread his left hand and looked at his palm. His fingertips had a layer of calluses early on due to pressing the strings for a long time. After a long time, even the calluses receded, and his fingertips became pale. Gotta flatten.He slowly tightened his fingers again, and asked: "I didn't pay much attention to it, what kind of feeling was that? Is it real? Was the song I played before unreal? Or was it because the previous song was not relaxing enough? Just now I I didn't seem to think about anything when I pulled it... Can you tell me what it was like just now?"

"Probably speaking... I can feel the stars from your songs." Yu Wenzhou smiled and added, "Don't worry, I'm just talking casually, don't take it too seriously."

He didn't want to affect Huang Shaotian's performance because of his opinion, but Huang Shaotian didn't care, he asked back: "How could you not care? Didn't you agree to work hard together and forget it so soon? It doesn't matter, just say what you want, Don't be afraid to influence me, if it was so easy to be influenced, I would have transferred to Zheng Xuan to major in triangle by now."

"Triangle?" Yu Wenzhou laughed, "How could it be related to the triangle?"

"Zheng Xuan, it's just my roommate. We have known each other since high school. He is very afraid of trouble, and he plays the cello. It was very inconvenient to carry it to and from school. His greatest wish at that time was to learn It’s a light instrument, and then we all recommend it to him. It’s too late for flute or clarinet, so we can only learn the triangle iron! As a result, he took it very seriously, and even ran to it after he went to college. Ask if there is any elective for triangle iron." Huang Shaotian was very excited when he mentioned the embarrassing incident of his roommate, "I couldn't find it later, and he wrote to the principal's mailbox to ask why there was no elective for triangle iron. It was very unfair... ha Ha ha ha ha."

"and then?"

"Of course I didn't reply, and then we bought him a triangle for his birthday that year, and his expression at that time was so wonderful." Huang Shaotian unscrewed the bow while talking, raised his head and looked at the sky, The weather is fine today, but there are not many stars, one or two can be seen from a distance, and they flicker by themselves pitifully, a cloud floats over, and disappears in a blink of an eye.

He himself also vaguely felt the problem Yu Wenzhou mentioned. During the performance, he faced many unfamiliar audiences. For performance, for performance, or for many other reasons, it was inevitable that his emotions would be different from the usual practice, but Music is undoubtedly very honest, it will directly reflect the mentality of the performer, maybe he does not want to directly expose his emotions to so many strangers, maybe he has become a habit of excessive control, after a long time, Gradually forget what it looks like in the most relaxed state.

He does have a strong desire to control his performance, what kind of effect he wants to achieve, how he wants to create an atmosphere, how he wants to express himself, he wants to keep all these within his controllable range, So his control became more and more precise, and the effect he achieved became better and better, but at the same time, it became less and less real.

"Even Heifetz will be criticized for playing too coldly." After a quiet silence, Yu Wenzhou said softly with a faint smile. His voice melted into the warm air of the summer night, and it seemed Unbelievably subdued, "They said he brought asceticism to his music, and he was unkind and not at all nice to be around."

Huang Shaotian laughed. It is true that some people in history have criticized Heifetz's performance in this way, even denying his performance, music and performance, saying that his feelings come from his fingertips rather than from his heart.That's genuine coldness and calmness, and Yu Wenzhou's example is very suitable for him.

But even so, even if it is criticized as cruel and inhumane, Heifetz's performance is not lacking in performances that can move people to tears.

Huang Shaotian said with a smile: "Old Hai always likes to play with a straight face and straight waist. Every time I watch his video, I feel that it is like a silhouette. Except for the arms, the whole body is completely motionless, but this kind of Under the circumstances, his songs have no flaws at all, no matter how many times I listen to them, I feel that it is a miracle."

Zhang Xinjie was right. When this person talked about his favorite performer, the look in his eyes was different. The unreserved admiration and praise were pure and clean, extremely dazzling.

But Huang Shaotian's next sentence surprised Yu Wenzhou. Huang Shaotian tilted his head and continued: "It's a pity that Hailao's video and audio recordings are always like that. I thought before, I haven't seen him in another It’s a kind of playing the violin, what a pity!” He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Yu Wenzhou, the light from the ceiling shone down, and Yu Wenzhou could see his own appearance in his eyes, he heard that Huang Shaotian was carrying With a slightly confused tone, he said, "But when I'm with you, I feel relaxed when I play the violin... Do you feel this way?"

Huang Shaotian hugged Qin, blinked his eyes like this after he finished asking, and looked at Yu Wenzhou, while the people around him seemed to be caught by his question, and did not answer for a while.A wind blew over, and Yu Wenzhou's slightly long hair on his forehead was blown down to cover his eyes. He raised his hand to brush it away, and there seemed to be a little rosin in the air.He put down his hands, and met Huang Shaotian's eyes, which were clean and bright, and he couldn't help but smile again.

Then Huang Shaotian looked at his slightly narrowed eyes because of laughing, and heard him answer: "It seems... that's right."