Juliet Tower

There are often such whispers in An Jiayu's ear.

There is no malice, no excessive worship, just objective discussion and evaluation.

When he was standing downstairs in the dormitory watering the flowers, when he turned away from the classroom, when he walked through the corridor, when he went to the cafeteria to buy food, when he tied the bunny tail tighter on the back of his head, these innocuous comments were everywhere. .

He was re-reading the second year of high school. Everyone was curious about him and at the same time maintained politeness and distance. It was obvious that everyone had just been disrupted and divided into a new class of arts and sciences. And friendly.

Not only because of the rereading, but also because he has won awards, been interviewed and appeared in the news, he was automatically isolated into different circles, and no one did it deliberately.

He does not have a particularly high pressure to enter higher education. He only needs a good average score and an IELTS score that exceeds the standard to enter the world's leading music academy.But he still wants to make the most of his once-in-a-lifetime high school experience.

He boasts that he has a good personality and good grades, but making friends has never been smooth.

I was busy practicing piano since I was a child, and often went out to participate in performances and competitions. As a result, I often made friends, but they became estranged after a short time.

He wanted to play basketball, but everyone cared about bumping into his arms and hands, so he would never have fun.

He wanted to argue with someone who would blush at a disagreement, and then let go of the past and reconcile. The relationship was not shallow but became stronger, but everyone would involuntarily avoid his edge and never argue with him.

He is always being treated differently.

But he didn't expect that there was someone in the school who didn't know him very well.

"An Jiayu." Qiao Yumian ate quickly and was already waiting for him.

He came back to his senses and looked at the dissatisfaction in the slightly tired eyes of the other party, as if he didn't want to continue to pretend to be cute: "Eat, why are you in a daze, I have to go back to do my homework after eating."

Qiao Yu was full of anger.

"Oh." An Jiayu happily picked up the food.

On Friday, the music for the end of the first self-study class started, and a crisp sentence came from the back door: "Little Qiao!"

Dozens of heads in the class turned around in unison. Qiao Yumian's face was numb from the stares. He tidied up his schoolbag neatly, threw it over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom quickly: "Don't shout."

"Then what are you calling, Da Qiao?" An Jiayu was holding a slender blue backpack in the shape of a flute case.

Walking all the way to the small auditorium, it was during the weekly rehearsal period. As soon as the door was opened, noisy human voices were mixed with musical instruments.

Pianos flock together, while brass, woodwind and strings occupy different corners, discussing in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

Seeing An Jiayu enter the door, someone rushed over with a violin and stopped one meter in front of him: "An, An Jiayu, that, we just tried your bow technique. If you have time, please Can you take a look for us? We discussed a few things and felt that we could make some adjustments..."

When asking questions, the girl's eyes fell on the boy's chin, and the more she spoke, the more confident she became.

"Okay, wait for me." Compared with the inexplicable restraint of the other party, An Jiayu's tone was much more normal.

He turned around and handed the flute to Qiao Yumian: "You should familiarize yourself with the flute first, and I'll help them take a look."

Qiao Yumian watched him go to the place where the violins gathered, and counted them. There were twelve heads, plus the Anjia fish that were instantly surrounded, there were thirteen heads.

Sure enough, no matter how long it takes, the violin is the mainstream.

It's just that the female classmate who looked familiar just now turned her eyes frequently, as if paying special attention to him as an unexpected guest.

He silently found the wall occupied by the wooden pipe and put down his schoolbag, and opened the flute bag to reveal the wooden piano case.

The moment he opened the box, he was instantly dumbfounded, or it should be said that he was blinded...

Ocher velvet supports the disassembled head, body and tail. The polished light gold flute body is matched with silver gleaming keys. The mouthpiece is carved with fine and beautiful patterns. .

If you read it correctly, this is a handmade karat gold flute, which is completely different from the flutes he has ever been in contact with. Back then, even his 40-year-old flute teacher was only using silver flutes... How can he say this? Ah...even if it's only 9k gold, this one must have 10,000+...

"Wow, cow buddy!" Another flute next to him approached, and Qiao Yumian subconsciously covered the box with both hands, for fear that the person's saliva would splash on it.Turning around, I realized that it was a familiar face. Yin Feng, who sat in front of him all year in high school, wrote a good handwriting and took turns with him in English and Chinese. Now he is in the liberal arts class as he wished. The high school entrance examination seems to be ranked among the top few liberal arts.

"Muramatsu! This color is so beautiful, 9k is still 14k!" The unexpected reunion was also unexpectedly warm. Qiao Yumian remembered that this person was a bit shy, but he didn't expect to see him in a few months, and he became cheerful. It was the band's Credit... The other party held a mint-colored flute cloth with Yamaha printed on it in one hand, and a silver flute in the other, looking at him with a smile.

Regardless of 9k14k, this is the first time he has touched the real thing, and just as Qiao Yumian was about to shake his head and say he didn't know, he discovered a more serious problem.He is used to playing the repertoire, but this one is straight. It has gone through a long blank period, and now there is no practice at all, so it is necessary to practice together...

During the tangled effort, An Jiayu was already standing in the center of the venue and clapped her hands: "Everyone, find your own seat and sit down first! Because some students who were preparing for the exam in the third year of high school quit, they replaced a few new members. This is our New Year's Concert The lineup of the show is now, let’s get to know each other slowly.”

Hearing the sound, everyone gathered in the middle of the venue. Qiao Yumian became ruthless, and took out the wet tissue that had not been opened during lunch from her school bag, wiped every finger without any dead space, and quickly took out the three-stage proficiency in the box. They carefully assembled one, carefully held the overly bright golden flute in their hands, followed Yin Feng to his chair and sat down.

Yin Feng adjusted the music stand in front of him to a suitable height, and moved it kindly between the two of them to share with him.

He read his own page several times in advance, and put the part score after smoothing out the fingering.

From left to right, the seats were arranged in a semicircular fan shape like a professional symphony orchestra on TV. An Jiayu was standing at the center of the circle at the moment, setting up a separate music stand.

But the girl who raised objections to the bow technique as soon as she entered the door just now waited alone. After the scene calmed down, she slowly took her seat. It was An Jiayu's left hand in the front row of the first violin area, the position of the first violin.

Qiao Yumian was taken aback, so An Jiayu is not the chief, but the conductor?

The man stood calmly at the intersection of everyone's eyes, and gave the oboe a look. The standard sound of 440 Hz played, and then the string followed. Everyone adjusted the instruments according to the standard sound, and the sound gradually became harmonious.

Qiao Yumian was startled, and unconsciously leaned forward.It was the first time he was in an orchestra that he knew how loud the brass could be.

He sank his heart, pursed his lips, put on the mouthpiece, and exhaled lightly, trying to hide in the harmony of the large army.

People often use clear streams and birdsong to describe the sound of the flute, saying that it is a fairy-like instrument. Qiao Yumian didn't have a deep feeling for it until now.

It was just an ordinary single note, but he could immediately tell the difference of this golden flute.It is soft and smooth like silk satin, and it can blow out extremely clean and bright loud volume even with light airflow. The feedback is extremely sensitive and the texture is amazing.Not to mention his own flute, even the silver flute played by Yin Feng beside him was inferior in comparison.

After a protracted chorus was adjusted, An Jiayu said: "Let's pay attention to the rhythm for the first time, and the speed should be as slow as possible, and we will slowly adjust the details later."

After speaking, his calm gaze swept over everyone on the field, prompting and confirming.

Everyone's aura tended to be unified as he raised his right hand.His palms are down, his index finger is slightly raised, and then he rises up, slightly upwards to the left, focusing heavily on the air.

With a start, the brass behind and the clarinet bassoon on the left simultaneously sound the first note to enter the movement.

Qiao Yumian's ears trembled, and the thick sound of the brass pipes brought an uncomfortable slight pain and an immersive atmosphere.The original bright and breezy atmosphere, with a few simple chords, instantly becomes broad, distant and peaceful.

But he didn't have time to immerse himself in this tranquility, but stared nervously at the music score without taking his eyes off it.

He silently emphasized in his heart that although holding the in-line keys is a bit uncomfortable, it is not insurmountable, but the posture is a bit laborious... He used the rusty flute to play it twice at home, and it was just a page. ...

The position of his ring finger changed, and his brows frowned. He didn't have any extra energy to look up at the conductor. He just followed the rhythm in his heart and tried to play his part correctly. The note turned the chords of the two flutes into a single note, but it didn't sound obvious...

At the end of the last note, he was relieved, and finally he was able to raise his head and move his tense and stiff neck, while An Jiayu was looking at him with his head tilted slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly.

The author says:

Happy New Year everyone!