The next evening.

It is still the theater and concert hall of Huaguoyuan, and the door of the concert hall is open.

It's just that the atmosphere in the hall at this time has lost its former lightness, and the bright hall makes people feel a little depressed in the whispers.

Members of the voices sat in all corners of the audience, holding instruments or looking at the score.

Everyone is waiting.

At 18:55, Ning Qianxia appeared at the back door of the music with a heavy sheet music.

The hall was noisy for a moment, and then fell silent.

"Let's get started. ”

She sat in the center of the first row of auditoriums.

"The vocal club comes first. ”

"Tamino . "Tenor Role"

The words fell, and a slightly chubby boy walked onto the stage.

...

Another shot at the same time, the teaching building, the piano department.

Shen Qingci rubbed his temples and left the desk, ending today's work.

More than a month has passed, and he has become accustomed to the current rhythm of work and life.

Looking at the young faces passing by every day sometimes gives him the illusion that he is back in college.

In addition to the basic work, he has an extra job, correcting the score.

He recently corrected an edition of Schubert's sketches.

"Hey. ”

"How's it going today?" said the other side of the phone was a little cluttered.

"Okay, no rest in the afternoon?"

"The orchestra has temporarily rehearsed, have you eaten?"

"No, it's still in the office. ”

"I'm going to eat in a moment, do you hear me?"

"Hmm. ”

There was silence on the phone.

Moment.

The voice on the other end of the phone rang again, "What's wrong?

"No, you get busy first, I'll call you in the evening. ”

"Well, bye. ”

"Bye. ”

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingci left the office.

After a round at the school gate, he returned to the school.

There is an extra roast chicken in hand.

After a pause in front of the faculty and staff family area, he walked into a familiar old unit door.

He hadn't been here for a while.

The boss's room is not high, only five floors.

In front of the left-hand door on the fourth floor, Shen Qingci knocked on the door.

Moment.

The door was opened.

The old man inside the door looked at the tall figure outside the door through the iron screen window, and the mottled wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed into a ball.

"Just in time. ”

An ordinary hoarse sound.

With a squeak, the iron door was pushed open, and Shen Qingci followed.

Looking at the oiled paper tape on his left hand, the old man's mouth seemed to grin to the root of his ear: "Baiweixuan." ”

"I haven't eaten in a few days. The old man smiled, "The doctor won't let me eat it." ”

"Where's the wine?" the old man wondered.

"No alcohol. Shen Qing said.

The old man sighed, "It's a pity. ”

The furnishings in the house have been the same for ten years, but there is a little more flavor.

The last time Shen Qingci left here, there was such a scene in the house.

It's just that there is a black and white photo frame hanging high on the wall of the living room, and in front of the picture frame is an incense bowl, and there are three incense sticks in the bowl, and the incense has been burned halfway.

In the frame is another kind old man.

Shen Qing stood under the photo frame.

Staring blankly at the picture frame.

Long.

He handed the oil-paper bag in his hand to the old man beside him.

Then he knelt down lightly against the frame.

In his memory, the old man in the frame had an elegant and charming singing voice on the stage, but she was a quiet person in life, but every time she was beaten and scolded in front of the piano, she would always rush up to protect herself.

He remembers that every time he got out of class, she would bring him a plate of fried sugar cakes or a bowl of fragrant fried noodles.

Slowly, Shen Qingci kowtowed to the photo frame.

"Master. ”

...

got up and put on three sticks of incense, and when Shen Qing turned around, the old man behind him had already sat down in front of the writing desk next to the piano at some point.

"Come here. The old man said.

Shen Qingci walked over, the old man was wearing reading glasses, and on the table was the score of the first movement of the Walstein Sonata, which was marked with a very complicated mark.

The old man pointed to a legato and looked up and asked, "Did I draw it correctly?"

Shen Qingci subconsciously shook his head, and then nodded again.

The old man smiled, got up and said, "The pen is for you, I'll cook, cook cakes and stew fish." ”

Shen Qingci took the pen, and then continued to correct it behind the legato line.

An hour later.

A pot of fragrant tonyu and a plate of baked cakes were served on the table.

There is also a roast chicken that has been sliced.

"Eat. ”

...

There is one less person for the three people, and there is less taste for food.

"Take the unfinished collection of Beethoven sonatas with you when you leave today, and go through it all over again, I corrected it according to Barenberg's version. ”

"When people are old, they can't hear things that are too complicated, and they can only do simple things in the future. ”

Shen Qingci shook his head, "You can rest, don't do these in the future, leave it to me." ”

The old man smiled again, did not nod, and did not refuse.

"How is it, is it smooth to come back to work? I heard Lao Li say that you are very busy now. ”

"That's all there is to do at school, and it's not busy. ”

"Okay, you can do the school affairs yourself, I want to dig a few more good seedlings, have you arranged the exchange meeting at the end of the year?"

"It's almost over, the list of participants and the works have been decided, and now preparations are underway. ”

"Qin Jian, how is that kid doing?"

"He went to Germany to record a record, and he has been gone for almost half a month. ”

"This boy can toss," the old man laughed, "let him toss." ”

"The more you toss, the better, and the future depends on you. ”

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of liquor from the cabinet behind him, "Drink two glasses with me today." ”

"Half a cup. ”

Shen Qingci snatched the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and poured half a glass for the old man.

The old man picked up the wine glass that he hadn't touched for a long time, and took a sip lightly, looking satisfied.

"I'll retire at the beginning of next year, and I'm going to leave the Piano Association matter to you, okay. ”

Shen Qingci nodded.

"Drink. ”

...

Drinking, eating, and chatting, time passed quickly.

Since his wife left, Fu Hua has not been so happy for a long time.

It's just that he doesn't know how long he can be happy.

"Have you seen the Ye family girl since you came back?"

"I met it at school. ”

After a pause, the old man seemed to understand the meaning of these words, and then asked, "When will Miss Liao come back?"

"Next year. ”

"Next year. The old man sighed, "Next year will be good." ”

Half ringing.

"Clear words. ”

"It's time to start a family. ”

...

...

10:04。

On the stage of the theater, as the last member of the wind ensemble completed the forty-bar performance, the stage fell silent again.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little lighter than it had been three hours ago, and at least so far, none of the members had been out before.

"Ok, no problem. ”

Ning Qianxia smiled and motioned to the boy in the center of the stage, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked off the stage.

The last shimmer of tension in the hall subsided, and no one wanted to see anyone leave.

Ning Qianxia walked to the center of the stage.

"First of all, I apologize to everyone for what happened last night. ”

She looked around the scene and bent down in the astonished gaze of everyone.

"I'm sorry. ”