[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

They finally bought train tickets for the night. Because of time constraints, they only bought hard seats. Fortunately, the time was not long and they could arrive in one night.

For this night spent on the train, Huang Shaotian made preparations by re-downloading "Mahler's Ninth Symphony".Their seats were next to each other, there were not many people in the hard-seat carriage, and the seats opposite them were all empty. Huang Shaotian watched the flickering but continuous lights outside the train window, clearly reflected on the clean glass. Looking at his face, he handed the earplugs to Yu Wenzhou, and said, "Are you sleepy? If you feel sleepy and can't fall asleep, just listen to Mahler! It really works. Every time I go out to play, if I have time on the road It’s very long, so I always downloaded Mahler’s symphonies and listened to them on the road..."

At this time, it was already past midnight, and the few passengers in the carriage had already fallen asleep. Huang Shaotian's voice was very low. In summer, the air conditioner in the carriage was fully turned on, and it was still a little cold to wear a long-sleeved shirt outside. The two of them were very close, and Yu Wenzhou was writing the music score with his head down. Hearing Huang Shaotian's question, he also replied softly: "It's not very sleepy. I'm not going to write endless movements for you. My mind is full of notes so fast, how could it be?" feel sleepy."

Hearing that Huang Shaotian looked down at Yu Wenzhou's stave book, there was almost a page of notation already written on it, and if you don't look at the tempo and just the time value, you know that there must be infinite movement, so he smiled in satisfaction: "Then you slowly Write, I'll sleep for a while." After putting on the earphones, she folded her arms and shrank towards the car window, leaning there and closing her eyes.

Yu Wenzhou laughed: "It's so disrespectful..." It's a pity that Huang Shaotian was wearing earphones, and his voice was so low that he didn't hear him, so Yu Wenzhou didn't look at him again, and turned his book with his head down. He was not sleepy, and his schedule was always very irregular compared to his roommate Zhang Xinjie's unshakeable and precise routine every day.At first, it was to make up for the progress that I couldn’t keep up. I would read until late every day. Later, when I got inspiration, I would stay under the quilt and write until midnight. After a long time, I got used to it.

The carriage is very quiet, because the interior is too bright, so you can't see the outside scenery through the window, you can only see the reflection inside, and occasionally another train with the same lights on speeds past, opening a long road. Light beams, flickering light reflected on Huang Shaotian's face, which was different from the sternness he unconsciously brought on when he was playing the violin, and the lively and vivid expression when he was speaking. Huang Shaotian looked unusually quiet and steady with his eyes closed, his breathing was slow and steady. It was so long, it looked like he was really asleep.

He looked down at his notebook, wrote a few more strokes, and then turned it upside down to the other side. It was a draft of his entry for this competition. He made a frame in bits and pieces, but he was not satisfied at all.

Different composers also have different writing habits. For example, Zhang Xinjie is the type who will type up all the drafts in his heart first, and will never write without a complete idea, while Yu Wenzhou prefers to write a paragraph first when he is inspired. When the writing is smooth, he will continue, so there are many sporadic passages written in his notebook, some of which were later completed by him to complete the complete piece, and some have remained there forever.

This time is no exception, and to be honest, he thinks that this proposition should be easy for him, but in fact...he still hasn't figured out how to make up his mind.

The old professor of the composition class always likes to tell them that the opportunity to create is essential, and that they need to go out and experience life to write better works. Yu Wenzhou looked through his notebook, although he has been in school for more than half a year I waited, but I still wrote a lot of bits and pieces. On the next few pages, there was a cascade for Huang Shaotian who revised it himself and then re-transcribed it, and there was a violin song for him as a birthday present. Allegro, as well as the half-written Infinity Motion, plus some scattered sticky graffiti in the library, Huang Shaotian's handwriting is particularly prominent when mixed with his handwriting... Looking at it this way, most of the content behind it is unexpectedly It's all about the person around you.

The encounters between people are so wonderful. I have never met once in the three years of school, but now the time we have known each other is not too long, and the relationship is unexpectedly good. Yu Wenzhou wonders if Huang Shaotian is the same as other people. Like this, but at least he is not. He is very gentle and polite to his classmates and friends on weekdays, but he always keeps some distance habitually. But to Huang Shaotian, they have known each other for less than two months... ... The degree of acquaintance is obviously not proportional to the time.

But what does it matter.He smiled to himself, but when he saw Huang Shaotian rubbed his neck and opened his eyes, he was stunned when he saw his smile that he hadn't had time to take back, and said, "What's the matter, you smile so... I always feel like you have to do it." What’s wrong? Do you want to sleep for a while? Come on, share one of your earplugs, and you’ll be able to cultivate your sentiments. Master Mahler, who is necessary for home travel, is calling you..."

As he said that, he handed over the earphone that had fallen off. Yu Wenzhou didn't refuse any more, took it and put it on, and after listening to a few words, he roughly recognized it as Mahler IX. However, this master's style has always been so unpredictable. It was transparent and obscure, and he didn't recognize which part of the movement it was for a while.

It's no wonder that Huang Shaotian would hold a hypnotized listener on the road, and it seems that his personality really doesn't look like someone who would be fascinated by Mahler.

And Huang Shaotian obviously didn't notice what Yu Wenzhou was thinking. The train was swaying, and he was a little dizzy from sleep. Seeing Yu Wenzhou wearing earphones and sitting so upright, he felt that he probably thought it was uncomfortable to fall asleep on a hard seat. He patted himself on the shoulder, and said thoughtfully and generously, "If you feel uncomfortable leaning on it, I can lend you a shoulder...don't be polite to me..." Then he fell asleep with his head tilted.

Yu Wenzhou was amused by his thoughtfulness when he was half asleep and half awake. He spoke very well, but you are in such a posture that you are leaning on the carriage, how can I borrow your shoulder?

The beach they went to this time is a newly developed scenic spot in the past few years. In addition, after getting off the train, you have to take a bus to get there. The passenger flow is not as terrible as other places. The booked homestay is not far from the beach. , After they got off the train in the morning, reversed the train again, and finally put all their luggage in the room, it was already afternoon.

The sea breeze that blows over is mixed with a damp and salty smell. Although the air still has the lingering heat of summer, the endless sea in front of you can play a soothing role to the maximum.The golden sand stretches under the feet, and the sea water beats the sand rhythmically. Looking up at the sea, it is almost the time of sunset. The blue water surface is sprinkled with a layer of gold, and there are some sparkles under the ripples. glare of light.

They found a rock and sat down in a place away from the crowd. The violin that Huang Shaotian brought out this time was his spare violin, which he used when he was still in the middle school.They sat side by side, Huang Shaotian opened the violin case, because the original color of the wood and the color chosen for the later painting are different, the color of this violin is darker than the one he is using now, under the light of the setting sun, it shows Feeling a little old, Huang Shaotian picked it up carefully, put the rosin on the bow with his shoulders, and tried the sound test, because the strings had been out of tune for too long without using it, and he was winding up the strings. While talking to Yu Wenzhou: "The last thing left on this piano is the steel strings. Listen to the sound, it's still quite bright after playing it for such a long time... Tsk tsk, when I changed the piano, I changed the nylon strings along the way. At that time, Wei hated iron and steel very much and said that I betrayed the Soviet Russian faction, and it made me feel guilty for a long time..."

Huang Shaotian adjusted the pitch in a couple of clicks, and continued to add: "At that time, I was really young and easy to deceive. I believed whatever Boss Wei said. I didn't realize until later. It’s Karl Flesh’s scale system, so it’s not in line with it! But in fact, the master of the Soviet school, look at Ke Gang… In terms of technical characteristics, he’s still somewhat similar to Heifetz…”

When the topic changed and finally returned to his male god, Huang Shaotian himself laughed first.

After adjusting the sound, he stood up and looked back at the sea behind his eyes. The sky at dusk was like a huge curtain. The light from the sun was about to set and the clouds above were smudged into colors, golden, orange, red, dark blue, purple, sea and sky. The brilliant colors on it seem to be on fire.He didn't look any further, he took two steps forward, turned around and smiled at Yu Wenzhou, and then skillfully picked up the piano.

Yu Wenzhou has listened to the song "Poetry of Seaside Sounds" many times. They used this song as an example in the Chinese music analysis class for in-depth analysis, from the piano accompaniment that imitated the sound of ocean waves at the beginning, to the use of ornamental notes and The details of vibrato reflect the agile expression of the sea. He has very deep and inherent concepts in his mind. A natural pause...

He remembers all these knowledge points very clearly, and now Huang Shaotian is standing a few steps away from him, behind him is a vast and wide sky and sea, and the brilliant but not dazzling sunlight at dusk makes his whole body in the backlight In the position, the sunlight coated his white shirt with fluffy gold edges, making that straight and tall figure seem to be blending into the background.

He had always felt that the piano accompaniment was absolutely indispensable for this piece of violin music. The clever and appropriate short-note accompaniment of the piano would make the long and melodious long notes of the violin more beautiful. But now, sitting on the beach, those The melodious and long melody, together with the sound of the waves, was blown to his ears by the gradually cooling sea breeze. He felt that those inherent cognitions before were all just talking on paper. At this moment, there is absolutely nothing better than this accompaniment.

Because it is in the open outdoors, if you listen carefully, you will feel that the sharp and high-pitched steel strings can't hear the original edges and corners. On the contrary, the sound of the piano is more full and sonorous. It's getting darker and darker, and against the light Yu Wenzhou can only see the outline of him holding the violin clearly. His dexterous fingers tapped out decorative vibrato on the handle of the violin. And more relaxed than usual.

He remembered that when he went to see Huang Shaotian's performance for the first time, he judged that the repertoire that Huang Shaotian was good at would definitely not be lyrical Adagio, and his solo "Ysay Violin Concerto" that day was indeed confirmed his guess.But now they are no longer the one on stage and one off the stage, and they didn’t know each other across the orchestra pit. During the days of dating, he has heard him play various pieces of music, from the initial period of heavy rain The unrestrained and ostentatious splendor in the film, to the half-joking and brisk "Greetings of Love", and then to the immersive "Summer Night" on the open-air stage, and the show-off full of skills a few days ago "Drone Flying", together with his daily practice repertoire and some handy violin pieces when they were together in the piano room, Yu Wenzhou didn't deliberately memorize those melodies, but in retrospect, each of them left a deep impression on him. He could hear it, and he could also feel that Huang Shaotian had been working hard to adjust, the determination to bring the most moving melody and the best performance to himself and to the audience.

What could be more dazzling than such a serious and persistent person.

The last high-position overtones gradually receded as the last ray of the sun disappeared below the sea level. Yu Wenzhou raised his hand, as if trying to block the ray, Huang Shaotian held the handle of the violin and pointed at him two or three times. When he got close, he could see the expression on his face clearly. He was very purely happy. He smiled and asked him: "Does it sound good? I practiced this capital a few times ago with an accompaniment. I haven't played it alone for a long time. However, it feels pretty good, right? Just now, I moved to the theme part in the middle, where the two-tone sound, the sound of the waves sounds super in tune with the melody! I never thought this song was so good..."

After speaking, he hugged the piano and sat down next to Yu Wenzhou again. Although the sun had set, the sky did not immediately darken. The dark sky surrounded the whole beach in an ambiguous atmosphere. Yu Wenzhou looked at it with a smile. To him: "It's nice to listen to, but it's a pity that the track is too short, not enough words of praise for me..."

"It's fine if you think it sounds nice. If you want some compliments, I'm so troublesome." Huang Shaotian tightened the fine tune on the E string again as he spoke. It turned out that the strings were easy to go out of tune after being idle for too long. "Do you think it sounds nice to me?" I think that’s a compliment.”

He has heard too many compliments from those who practiced the piano over the years, praising his talent, hard work, and his good attitude before going on stage... Wait, wait, everyone has an instinctive liking for praise, but no one Would hate to hear compliments.In fact, while he was harvesting these, he also received as many criticisms and suggestions, or even more, which also made him gradually less concerned about purely good and bad comments.

But he cared about Yu Wenzhou's opinion. From the cadenza he accidentally heard for the first time, he felt a little uneasy when he heard an immature piece, and felt a little uneasy when he was pointed out that he had too much control over his performance. It turned out that he also knew how to be calm, and later when he said that he would feel very relaxed with him, Yu Wenzhou replied with the same affirmation... During the years of practicing piano, he met good teachers and good classmates, but he never I have met friends who are so compatible.

This is simply the happiest thing he has ever felt since he entered university, Huang Shaotian thought so.

The cool sea breeze was blowing in the humid and salty air, Huang Shaotian suddenly thought of something, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Yu Wenzhou, and asked him: "Suddenly remembered, Wenzhou, you also know how to play the violin, right? I remember you guys have This is an elective? Play a part for me, you see we have known each other for so long, I have always been playing the violin for you, and you see..."

Seeing Yu Wenzhou's surprised expression, Huang Shaotian continued to speak logically: "Besides, you've already heard my songs, why don't you play me a little song in return?"

With a look of "I have taken a picture of you with all my heart and soul, you still have to hide it from me, it's too embarrassing", winked at him with a kind of air, and handed over the qin and bow in his hand, face looking at him expectantly.

"It's true that you have learned it...but you also know what kind of fur can be drawn after learning so much." Although he said so, Yu Wenzhou took the piano from him and added uneasy Said, "And my violin skills are really not that good..."

"Oh, it's okay, isn't Teacher Huang here! Free tutoring, you don't usually get this kind of treatment, come on!" Huang Shaotian patted him on the shoulder very trustingly, "Come on!"

Yu Wenzhou didn't refuse any more, he took the piano and tested the sound first, just sat there and put on the bow to start, but this action lasted for a while and there was no next step, Huang Shaotian laughed out loud: "What's wrong with you? Forgot the score?"

"No, what I'm thinking is simple and still listenable. I only practiced Wolfart in class, and I haven't finished it yet..." He thought for a while, then nodded and said, "That's all, Just don't laugh."

His gestures of holding the bow and the movement of holding the violin with his left hand are very standard, it seems that he listened very carefully during class, Huang Shaotian stepped aside a little, and made a posture to listen carefully.

The sky was completely dark at this time, and the clouds in the sky were blown to which side by the wind. If you look up, you can see the sky full of stars that Xu Jingxi and the others are showing off on the phone. Someone behind them seems to be having a bonfire party , some faint voices of noisy and laughing came, but they were not heard very clearly when the wind blew, and the lights that were lit at night also shone from a distance behind him. The strength of the right hand rang the first note.

The passage he played was an excerpt from Dvořák's Ninth Symphony, "From the New World". Huang Shaotian knows this work very well and likes it very much, and he is even more familiar with the excerpt Yu Wenzhou is pulling now. The second movement was originally performed by the woodwind group. Because the melody is so beautiful and beautiful, it was later adapted countless times into versions for other instruments, and was often used for separate performances. Therefore, it has a more straightforward title that is directly related to the idea of ​​the work. It's called "Thinking of Hometown".

In the year when he was an exchange student abroad, he did not come back during the New Year. Instead, he booked train tickets and performance tickets in advance to watch the Vienna New Year's Concert.Although he didn't have much interest in the Strauss family platter, there really wasn't much else he could do.

On the train to Vienna, the track in his earphones suddenly skipped to this one. Outside the window, the unfamiliar scenery passed by in front of his eyes, and the car was decorated to celebrate the New Year. There were not many people, because he was going to see a performance, and he didn't even bring out his piano. When the British pipe in the earphones played the melody gently and quietly, he sat in his seat, and for the first time, he felt a kind of , the feeling that he is alone.

He liked this symphony before, and he also liked the second movement, because the melody is easy to remember and pleasant to hear. He also knows that the composer created this symphony in a completely strange country with his own native style of expression. I want to miss his motherland through this work, but I never thought that I would be moved by such a simple melody in such a way.

Afterwards, he didn't specifically look for this work to listen to. After returning to school, he didn't rehearse this symphony in his usual rehearsals. He heard it again, but it was at the beach, listening to the violin version played by Yu Wenzhou.

This adapted violin version is mostly used for melody exercises in three positions, mainly focusing on the E string and the D string. It is not difficult if the position is not high-pitched. It is very suitable for beginners, but I want to make such a melody beautiful , but it is not a simple matter.

Like many unskilled performers, Yu Wenzhou would stare at the fingers of his left hand when there was no music score. He played very slowly, but with a serious expression, just like every piece he felt was important and deserved his full attention. Huang Shaotian likes his peaceful and focused eyes, which makes him feel that if he is watched by such eyes, even if he has a whole brass group and percussion group roaring in his heart, he can It feels like listening to a requiem in peace.

Because of unfamiliarity, he still had some slight portamento when he changed the position. If he changed to other songs, this would probably be singled out and criticized, but in this one, because of the portamento, there are more sentimental mean.Huang Shaotian listened quietly to his quiet and long playing, the melody gradually merged with the timbre of the British horn he heard on the train bound for Vienna. It was the small resonance box of the violin that made the originally jerky sound of the violin extra melodious and moving.

At this time, he suddenly understood a sentence that Old Wei said to him before. Old Wei said that most of the most exciting and highest-level music appears in the concert hall, but the most touching music may not be.Although the background premise for Lao Wei to say this was to show off his Liang Zhu to Huang Shaotian, but thinking about it now, he thinks this sentence is really not bad at all.

It didn't even have anything to do with the technique he admired the most. At this time, he felt that Yu Wenzhou's performance was like the unknown piano ballad when he first saw it, with some unknown and stable power, which moved him.

Unfortunately, it has been a long time since he performed a performance that moved him.

This excerpt is not long. When Yu Wenzhou put down the piano, he turned his head to look at Huang Shaotian. He felt that the other party would probably complain about his poor vibrato skills, but Huang Shaotian didn't. He looked at himself earnestly and eagerly, and said : "If it wasn't for the wrong occasion...I really think of Bravo who stood up and told you [-] times!"

Yu Wenzhou saw that his expression didn't look like he was joking, and asked instead: "Don't bravo first, how about guiding me?"

"Hey, can you express some emotion first when I have such a high opinion of you? There is no one who is so eager to let others find fault, can you do it..." The indescribable tenderness in Huang Shaotian's heart was suddenly overwhelmed. After washing away, he coughed twice, and stretched out his hand to hold Yu Wenzhou's right hand holding the bow: "What I said must be similar to what your teacher said... the strength of the right hand is dead, you see when you held the bow just now Every finger is exerting force, in fact, the little finger should be relaxed, and the main force is controlled on the front finger, but it can't be grasped too tightly..."

As he spoke, he motioned for Yu Wenzhou to pick up the piano again, and he sat down closer to him in a dignified manner, holding his hand and leading him to play the empty strings, while asking: "That's how it feels, can't Use deadly force or the sound will be dead, it doesn't sound good enough..."

Huang Shaotian's tone was very serious, and his voice came close to Yu Wenzhou's ears, and the right hand that was carried like this seemed to be trying to find the most suitable strength for playing the violin.

He turned his face slightly to the back, and he could see Huang Shaotian's expression, and at this moment Huang Shaotian let go of his hand, and said: "I can only talk here, Boss Wei used to say that the technique of the left hand is practiced." It takes more than ten years to become a teacher, but the right hand needs to be practiced for a lifetime, and I haven't been a teacher yet, so I don't want to deceive others with this place!"

"But in fact, you don't need a violin, it's great. You usually use the piano for tuning, and the compulsory course is the piano... It's pretty good that you can practice to this level, at least better than mine, and Zhang Jiale's violin The level is much higher! I remember that Ye Xiu almost despaired of me when he was a freshman, and kept saying that I was the most untalented student he had ever taught. It is a blessing to be able to play the piano like that... Although it is not good The good fortune of..."

Yu Wenzhou laughed when he heard the words, but in fact he can understand this matter. Unlike the piano, violin practice will not make the dexterity of both hands tend to be the same. On the contrary, as time goes by, the dexterity of the left hand will be much higher than that of the right hand , It is not obvious at ordinary times, but the problem will become prominent when practicing the piano, and this is not Huang Shaotian's problem alone.

There was also a live performance of Haibin Yinshi, and Yu Wenzhou played the piano. Huang Shaotian felt that this evening was very complete.Finally put the piano back in the case, they changed places and lay side by side on the beach, leaning on their arms and listening to the sound of the waves crashing ashore not far away, looking up, the whole sky was covered with stars, and Huang Shaotian's literary attainments It's about the same level as his piano level, and it's obviously not up to the stage. He can't think of any beautiful sentences to describe the starry sky. He just thinks that if he looks up and does nothing, his mood will widen.

Those dots of light were like broken diamonds sprinkled on the dark blue velvet cloth. The light was not dazzling, but it made people feel at ease. He turned his face slightly to look at Yu Wenzhou beside him. Yu Wenzhou was lying there with his eyes closed, His expression was peaceful and his breathing was long, as if he had fallen asleep.

No way, although this atmosphere is quite suitable for sleeping, but you can’t just sleep right away!I still have something to say, but he really didn’t sleep much on the train yesterday. This afternoon, I saw that the infinite movement is almost finished and it’s quite long... Should I wake him up now? Too inhumane?

Huang Shaotian was thinking, knowing that he couldn't see it with his eyes closed, but he still couldn't help stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of his eyes to fan the wind, but the person lying there didn't respond, which made him a little disappointed, and really fell asleep. ah……

Not reconciled, Huang Shaotian simply sat up and moved over. He was thinking about how to wake up this guy in a way that could achieve the effect without going too far. Of course, the purpose was not to see how frightened Yu Wenzhou was, but to He didn't catch a cold in the sea breeze at night, he was as witty as he was, and he even thought of excuses.

"Shaotian?" When Yu Wenzhou opened his eyes, he saw Huang Shaotian's head directly above him, staring at him with a deep expression. He didn't know what he was thinking about. With squinting eyes and hands crooked, he almost fell down on the beach again, "What's wrong?"

Huang Shaotian took advantage of the situation and lay back down again like this, he thought to himself that I couldn't say that I wanted to take the opportunity to scare you, but in the end I was frightened by you, right?How can such a cowardly thing be said... So he replied: "It's okay, I want to see if you are asleep. If you fall asleep, I have to think about how to drag you back with my piano case... "

Perhaps it was because of the grief and anger of unfulfilled ambitions, Huang Shaotian's words were particularly sonorous and forceful, and Yu Wenzhou, who didn't know why, was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he reacted and laughed: "Didn't you originally want to scare me?" I, in the end, I was scared instead, right?"

"Is there! Not at all! Do you think I'm someone who would do such unkind things! You underestimate me, Yu Wenzhou..." Huang Shaotian obviously hasn't cultivated to the level where he can speak nonsense with open eyes openly, He raised his arm to cover his eyes, "Don't underestimate my friendship with you!"

He still doesn’t admit it, since he’s not doing something, he even has to cover his expression… Yu Wenzhou smiled and saw that he raised his hand to cover most of his face, but he heard Huang Shaotian continue: “Old Wei told me before that the highest level Your music may only be heard in concert halls, but it may not be the most touching... Today I feel that the feeling is particularly obvious, you played very well, it is very moving and pleasant to listen to, of course technical problems cannot be ignored..."

He put down his hand and saw Yu Wenzhou sitting next to him quietly looking down at him, so he rubbed his nose and finished speaking: "However, for some songs, emotion is much more important than technique, this one It is particularly obvious, I think the feeling when you play always makes people feel very comfortable, just like the first time I listened to you play the piano in the piano room, although I didn't know that the ballad was in What to say, but... I think it's beautiful, which is quite rare."

Performers can impress the audience in many ways, using dazzling techniques, or the emotional connotation of the repertoire to let the audience find resonance, and through the player's own feelings, the resonance of the repertoire itself is produced by the melody, and the performance When it comes to different performances, different effects will be achieved through different interpretations, which they all know very well.

This is like the version of Horowitz's "Fantasia". It is not the best version played by the old pianist with his no longer young and strong fingers on the black and white keys, but it is It can make the audience below burst into tears. That kind of emotional resonance has not only existed in the melody, but because it is very sincere, it is so moving.

Originally, he wanted to cover his face and finish these embarrassing things to say seriously, but in the middle of the speech, Huang Shaotian felt that this was indeed his most sincere thought, and since this was the case, he should speak more seriously.So he lowered his arms, and looked at Yu Wenzhou, still calm and gentle, sitting sideways beside him, behind him was the vast expanse of sea and the brilliant starry sky, that scene made him feel very beautiful, but It cannot be described in words.

"I always feel... since I met you, there are always surprises." Huang Shaotian concluded, this person's experience, personality, and some small daily habits, even though he is not skilled enough, he still performs touchingly. , Everything made him feel very pleasantly surprised. After the feeling was concretized, it was like finding a golden E-string of the Green Beauty in a pile of gray steel strings of Pilastor. a feeling of.

Yu Wenzhou looked down at the person lying there talking with a serious face. He rarely saw Huang Shaotian like this, so he felt a little strange.And when he heard him say that there will always be surprises when he is with him, it is no exaggeration for him to say this. Huang Shaocai really refreshed him every time he played from the beginning to the present, When we are with him, we often feel novelty because of some small details. This person is like an unexpectedly harmonious contradiction, full of unknowns.

"Shaotian." He said softly, and slowly circled some sand with his fingers. This thought came out of the blue, and it was a bit reckless, but those thoughts came to him suddenly, and he wanted to catch them quickly, because he couldn't write a good work if he was too forward-looking. , that's not his style either.

"Huh?" Huang Shaotian looked at him, and answered inquiringly.

"Actually, I haven't made up my mind about the works for this competition, but just now..." Yu Wenzhou considered his words, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he continued, "Just now I thought of a theme that can be expanded. But I need your permission."

Huang Shaotian raised his eyebrows curiously to signal him to continue talking, and then he heard Yu Wenzhou's still calm but suppressed voice, and asked him, "I want to use you, Shaotian, as the model to write this story. Quzi, would you like to?"

For a moment, the world seemed to have quieted down, and the noise of the wind and the waves, and the laughter and laughter of the crowd not far away were far away from him at this moment. Yu Wenzhou felt a little uneasy in his heart. He stared at Huang Shaotian in a daze for a second, and then Turned over and sat up, he didn't care about the messy hair that had been rubbed because he was lying down before, and he still seemed a little unbelievable, and even stretched out his hand to poke him as if to verify something.

Immediately after he heard his answer, it was very sure and simple: "I am willing, of course I am."

"But how are you going to write it? What are you going to write? Let me think about it, don't you think you want to hand in the endless animation you just wrote today? It's okay, Yu Wenzhou, don't give up on yourself, there is still so much time, you can take your time Don’t give up the treatment! There’s no hope for you to get that infinite movement! But if it’s not this, then what else can I write about based on me? My life is boring except practicing the piano and performing... Do you want to write an etude? "The serious atmosphere didn't last for a second, and the topic became more and more off-track. Unfortunately, the speaker didn't have the consciousness to bring the topic back on track. He stared suspiciously at Yu Wenzhou, as if he was really thinking about what he just said. Like the possibility of those words.

If they had just met, he would probably have explained one by one what he said just now, but unfortunately not, Yu Wenzhou slapped his hand that was still poking around, smiled and did not answer, I know, Huang Shaotian doesn't need his answer.

Because he saw that when Huang Shaotian simply answered yes, his eyes were so bright, as if they just happened to fall into the starlight that filled the sky by the sea.

Then it needs no explanation at all.