God said I would meet you

Christmas is approaching day by day, Lin Jinyu and Xu Zhao's program has passed the school election as expected, but there is no shadow of the important companion.

There is really no serious student in the class who has studied piano for several years and is worthy of being an accompaniment to the Pacera IV Concerto. Whenever Lin Ye mentioned this matter, Lin Jinyu was always distressed.

Xu Zhao doesn't care that much, anyway, he plays harmony instruments, and the guitar part doesn't rely so much on the accompaniment, it's enough to be cool enough. with.

Other students went to play ball, listen to music, do homework on weekends after school, and worked overtime to study diligently, but Lin Jinyu dragged Xu Zhao into the piano room of Lin Ye's school.

Anyway, the ending is already doomed, no matter how much he pretends to be a good baby, it’s useless. With a bad attitude, he deliberately opposed his father. If you stand, you will be punished. If you invite parents, please invite parents. Whatever you like.

This is of course very naive, but apart from this naive and self-destructive method, Lin Jinyu seems to have no other way to "revenge" his father.

Every day after school, Zhang Xinli would send him there, and then Lin Jinyu and Xu Zhao's grandchildren would listen to Lin Ye's teachings, while Zhang Xinli would memorize vocabulary words, and after they finished practicing, he would send Lin Jinyu back to school, and then take the subway back by himself.

There was no need for him to do this, it was troublesome to toss back and forth, but whether it was sunny or rainy, Zhang Xinli was never absent.

Lin Jinyu didn't pretentiously refuse, they tacitly spent as much time together as possible.

We have reached the stage of playing together, but things are not as simple as imagined. In the eyes of ordinary people, piano practice is: to play a beautiful piece of music elegantly, dignifiedly and noblely. ...however the actual practice is: boring scales, etudes, erratic phrases and increasingly irritable hands.

This is the case with Lin Jinyu and Xu Zhao. Their first rehearsal was horrible, the rhythm was not uniform, and they didn't know when to start. Let the opponent start first.

"You two are like enemies who were forcibly pulled over by a wicked matchmaker." Lin Ye held a paper scroll in his hand, which doubles as a baton for beating time and a whip for beating others, and he slapped them on the heads respectively: "Yu Wooden head, take it."

Lin Jinyu and the others used Lin Ye's violin cards. There was only so much space in the piano room. The boss' piano occupied most of the space. Zhang Xinli stood in front of the window with his vocabulary book in his hands, reciting his own, because the loud music was noisy. , he had to cover one ear.

Lin Ye thought it was funny, did he not understand creatures like "straight men"?It was so noisy that he insisted on coming here to memorize words, just like an adolescent boy insisting on standing under the sun against the girl he likes, waiting for her to go to school together.

"You," Lin Ye pointed at Xu Zhao: "Although it's a medley, different songs have emotional ups and downs. A country folk song with such a soothing and peaceful beginning, you can play it like a horse and kill the enemy." Then he pointed to Lin Jinyu: "You're fine, on the contrary, I didn't see the excitement when I should be excited. Detective Conan will make you a famous living Buddha Conan. Do you want to add a wooden fish to chant scriptures?"

Lin Jinyu started to play Buddhist music automatically in his mind: "Amitabha, Amitabha..."

"Oh, it's fine if you go back to practice, okay?" Xu Zhao thought about it and hurriedly finished going back to play: "Okay, can I go back?"

"Good head," Lin Ye said, "I told you to find a piano, haven't you found it? It's about a month away."

"No," Xu Zhao replied, "No one in our class has learned piano."

"It doesn't need to be particularly powerful," Lin Ye said, "It's basically just an accompaniment, and Czerny can just practice."

My god, that's easy to say, Lin Jinyu vomited blood and said weakly, "No, kill me."

Lin Ye said to them: "You can't do anything, you can't eat enough."

Zhang Xinli has been standing by the window. Although he is reciting words, he has somewhat listened to the conversations of Lin Ye and the others... Although most of them can't understand, what about Czerny, Pollini, Paganini, Nilai Ni went.

Xu Zhao got a little impatient after practicing for more than half an hour: "Come on, I need to urinate urgently, where is the toilet?"

Lin Ye said: "Lazy people poop a lot, turn left when you go out, and don't go into the women's restroom by mistake."

Xu Zhao poked his head outside the door: "Where... I didn't see it."

Lin Ye rolled his eyes, and said in a tone of pointing a fool: "Forget it, I'll take you there, so as not to get punched out in the women's toilet." After speaking, he stood up and motioned him to go out together.

Lin Jinyu was also a little restrained, he put down the piano and said, "Hey, wait for me for a while, I will go too."

The three of them opened the door, pushed and shoved each other and went out. The originally noisy piano room suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Xinli put down the book slowly, and glanced at the door. The sound of Lin Jinyu's footsteps echoed in the corridor, and gradually went away.

He looked at the beautiful black lacquered piano, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help walking over slowly, reaching out and touching the white keys lightly.

This was actually the first time he actually saw a real piano, although it was neither a Steinway nor a Niendorf, nor was it some famous guqin, but just an ordinary piano for The Chinese midrange qin that the students practice is nothing more than Zhang Xinli's touch is still novel and awe-inspiring.

This kind of awe comes from the yearning for art and the pursuit of beauty, and perhaps also from the untouchable desire in a person's childhood memory.

On the piano was a piece of white paper with a series of numbers written on it. It was just a short notation that Lin Ye had just temporarily acted as a piano partner to take them to practice the piano to save trouble.

A few scribbled 12513321 were crowded together, and it didn't look very complicated. Zhang Xinli had listened to Lin Ye play it several times while reciting the words.

The brothers who went to the toilet hadn’t come back yet. Zhang Xinli turned his head and looked at the door, but there was no one there. He stared at the black and white keys for a moment, then approached, and pressed the keys according to the extremely scribbled numbered notation. down.

The numbered notation is very simple, and you can understand it after listening to a few sentences. Zhang Xinli hesitates and plays very slowly... It is indeed a very simple beginning, which belongs to the level that a second-grade child who has learned Xiaotang can practice it .

The slow, hesitant sound of the piano rippling out syllable by syllable as he struck, filling the small piano room. Zhang Xinli only played a few sentences before he heard a voice coming from the door: "The piano and the electronic organ are not the same." Similarly, it’s not just pressing down, your strength will affect the volume and the fullness of the tone.”

Zhang Xinli withdrew his hand and looked back, and saw Lin Ye folded his arms, leaning against the door and looking at him: "They will be back in about half a minute."

Zhang Xinli said, "Oh, I'm uneducated and don't understand this."

Lin Ye shook his head and smiled, "I really don't understand you."

The curtains were not drawn tightly. Looking from afar, you can see many students walking on the piano reciting the piano, passing through the shade of the trees. Zhang Xinli asked, "Don't understand what?"

"Nothing." Lin Ye looked at him and asked, "Do you like playing the piano?"

Zhang Xinli said, "I won't."

"I just asked if you liked it, not if you would," Lin Ye said, "You don't rely on it for food, it's just for fun, anyone can play for it."

For those who do not major in music, a musical instrument should be a simple and joyful thing. It is pure love and love that countless amateurs devote their time and sweat to. Zhang Xinli does not understand this very well. In his In the concept of music, musical instruments are like spring snow, which can only be touched and learned by children from the "superior" family.

Lin Jinyu and Xu Zhao pushed each other and came in from the outside, seeing Zhang Xinli and Lin Ye silently looking at each other a few meters away.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jinyu felt that Zhang Xinli didn't like Lin Ye very much, and thought they had a quarrel: "What are you doing?"

Lin Ye looked away, walked lazily to the side, and said, "It's nothing, you two are tired from tossing your elm heads," he said, "Go ahead, my hands are sore, I don't want to play this song for you guys over and over again." Elementary school students' accompaniment..."

"Ah, it's still coming..." Xu Zhao kept complaining: "You just lazy, what's the point of having fewer voices?"

Lin Ye thought about you kid, it would be best if I confiscated your money as a voluntary teacher, and I was lazy, he said: "Whoever said that there is a lack of voice, just change someone..." He saluted Zhang Xinli He raised his chin: "Here, that one comes."

Lin Jinyu followed his movements, and was a little stunned: "Is it possible..." He actually doubted whether Zhang Xinli could do it, after all, judging from his past performance, Zhang Xinli didn't even know the staff.

But he didn't say a word of doubt.

Zhang Xinli said: "I can't, I..." He didn't even know the score.

"Oh, let's hurry up," Xu Zhao just wanted to finish the line and leave, he didn't care who played it, he yelled: "How can a man say no, sit down quickly, play casually, and return quickly after the line is over." play games at home."

"I don't want to move anyway," Lin Ye said, "For the sake of 'brother', help your brother Jinyu."

He said the word "brother" a bit strangely, but not very strangely, it belongs to the level that people feel that there is something in the words, but the details seem to be nothing.

Zhang Xinli once said that he had longed for the piano when he was very young...Lin Jinyu saw that the two sides had been stalemate, afraid that Zhang Xinli wanted to try but was embarrassed, so he said, "Well, let me tell him the score. , let’s start with one-on-one advanced teaching.”

Xu Zhao's flaws were not too few, more than tough but not soft, Lin Ye replied "OK", pulled him to a corner, and polished the details for him.

Lin Jinyu took the printed stave, walked to Zhang Xinli, put the score on the clean piano surface, and said, "This is the piano part."

Zhang Xinli said, "I don't understand, no."

"Well...that's..." Lin Jinyu took the pencil that Lin Ye had just tapped on their heads, and said patiently: "It's actually very simple. The stave has five lines and four spaces...that's four spaces, and then there are underlines. and plus, where middle C is..."

These entry-level basic knowledge are not complicated, and there is a piano nearby as a demonstration, which helps Zhang Xinli to understand quickly.

Lin Jinyu talked about some of the most basic music theories: "...It's probably like this, it's very simple, you can look at the numbered notation before you remember it."

Zhang Xinli seemed very hesitant: "I'm afraid that I..."

"You're still afraid," Lin Jinyu said: "Just play around, anyway, we don't have a steel companion, and there is only one month left, and if we can't find anyone, we will run out of time. You should do good deeds to accumulate virtue."

In this regard, Zhang Xinli actually had no confidence in himself. He sat down on the piano bench only after Lin Jinyu's various entreaties. Lin Jinyu sat on the other side, huddled with him, and began to tell him some basic points: This song?"

Zhang Xinli shook his head, he didn't listen to English songs very much.

"Pop songs are not too difficult, and it is easier to learn to sing."

In the corner, Lin Ye was snatching the guitar to teach Xu Zhao how to add some panel drumming skills. Lin Jinyu rummaged through a stack of A4 papers, found the original version of the printed numbered notation with lyrics, and handed it to Zhang Xinli: "Here."

"What's this……"

"Lyrics." Lin Jinyu pointed to the first line played by Gui's piano, and put her left hand on the keys.

Although he has never learned the piano, it can be regarded as an instrument with extremely rich sound and straightforward scales. The teacher sometimes uses the piano to assist him when explaining music theory to him.

"Looking good," Lin Jinyu played simple chord accompaniment with his left hand, looked at the keys intently under the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and began to sing: "If you miss the train I'mon, you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow ahundred miles..."

This is a song about wandering and parting, but the melody is not sad, it only contains a touch of sadness, and tears are shed in the subtleties.Lin Jinyu's voice was clean and bright, neither sharp nor overly thick, without any fancy techniques, without any modification, but with excellent pitch, it was a very beautiful male voice.

He has slender eyelashes, handsome facial features, beautiful and three-dimensional lips, and half of his face is glowing with warmth. He obviously just played a set of very simple universal chords as an accompaniment, but he also made the sunset fall for him.

"That's it..." Lin Jinyu said: "It seems really simple, you just add your right hand to replace the human voice."

This passage may be the simplest part of the whole song. Zhang Xinli looked at his side face bathed in the setting sun, and after a while, said, "Yes."

"OK, that's about it." Lin Ye simply calculated the duration: "A total of six song clips are stringed together, 50 plus 80 plus 40 plus 30 plus 60 plus 120... more than six minutes, will it time out? ...Let me see..." He kept scratching the pencil in his hand, crossed out a few bars, and finally said: "Okay! Final draft! Don't change it, it's good as it is."

After such a short while, Xu Zhao had been trained to the point where he could not find his way, and he cried bitterly: "Go back, go back, the rest will continue tomorrow, please."

It's really getting late, and they still have to rush to the evening self-study, Lin Ye mercifully said: "OK, come here first, you go back and teach him some basic music theory, at least he has to read scores without barriers, and I will start talking to you guys tomorrow." Rehearse together... nothing else, just make do with it if you can."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Lin Jinyu, who was still a little confused until now, so Zhang Xinli... counted as joining them?In the future... Will you perform on stage with them... Lin Ye is so harsh on a person, how could he let such a person with no foundation be a steel partner?

Lin Jinyu found it a little unbelievable. He was often tortured by Lin Ye's "picking". This guy usually looks very personable, but as long as he is professional, he will immediately transform into a Zhou Paopi.

"That's it," Lin Ye began to chase them away: "Go back quickly, a bunch of elm heads, I'm exhausted."

Lin Jinyu had a magical and unreal feeling... Originally, he just wanted to play a song for Zhang Xinli to replace the sentence he wanted to say but couldn't say, but now does it mean that he can not only play it for Zhang Xinli, but also for Zhang Xinli? They can even do it together...

The listener has also become half the speaker, and this will no longer be Lin Jinyu's one-man show alone.

Imagination is beautiful, but the road is very difficult.

From that day on, Zhang Xinli was no longer just a spectator standing in a corner and endorsing a book. Under the coercion of Lin Jinyu and Lin Ye, he had to participate, reading music with them, and learning to play the first piece of his life.

Lin Ye's teaching him was completely different from teaching Lin Jinyu and Xu Zhao. When teaching Lin Jinyu and the others, Lin Ye would talk about everything from fingering to emotions, details, music theory and details, while teaching Zhang Xinli, he just taught How does he play...

There is no other way, one month is about one summer vacation crash course, and it is good to be able to play, so I can't ask for too much.

Zhang Xinli seemed a bit clumsy in this respect, he was obviously very agile when cooking, doing housework, lighting cigarettes, and beating up people, but when it came to this matter, he was as stiff and clumsy as a child with uncoordinated fingers.

After all, playing the piano is a completely unfamiliar thing to him, although he actually yearned for it when he was a child.

That tense and clumsy look actually made Lin Jinyu feel a little cute.

He tried his best to teach Zhang Xinli how to understand each note, took his fingers and told him the position of each note, and told him what is an interval, what is an octave, what is Mozart and Beethoven.

He took him to play the piano, and also took him around the streets and alleys of Shanghai.

Lin Jinyu drew a circle on the calendar with a red pen. Before that date came, he would take Zhang Xinli to different places every day he had the chance.

They wandered from the restaurant on Wukang Road to the church in Xuhui District, from the concession on Fuxing Road to the Rockbund Art Museum. Lin Jinyu took him to eat rice with lobster, crab cakes, fried yellow croaker with chicken sauce, Guangdong Laohuo soup, Macao restaurant, I have seen the bustling places in Shanghai to my heart's content.

Zhang Xinli never took a close look at these bustles in the past. He was always busy between the shelves and the old alleys, and he had no intention of looking at the bright lights of Shanghai.

But not anymore. Even the teaching materials in Shanghai are very different from those in Sichuan, not to mention the question types and examination system.

Zhang Xinli became less obsessed with studying and less talkative than before, but he was finally able to raise his head and take a good look at the city where Lin Jinyu grew up.

Lin Jinyu, on the other hand, no longer stays in a daze and remains silent, but is always making noises, and for some reason, she has become fond of secretly taking pictures of Zhang Xinli with her mobile phone, of him playing the piano, and of him playing basketball. The way he looks, the way he does his laundry, and the way he looks at the scenery ecstatically.

Some Zhang Xinli knew about those photos, and some didn't. With the help of modern technology, Lin Jinyu wanted to remember all of these as much as possible, and remember these times that would never come back.

They stopped under the old French-style and Italian-style buildings, and watched side by side under the cascading vaulted roof of the church to see the platinum sunlight slanting down from the rose glass windows, as if bathing in a waterfall of holy light.

They went to all the good places to say goodbye to the city silently.