Zhao Xingsheng has been very busy lately.

A masterpiece called "Supplement to the History of the Spring and Autumn Period", compiled by his elder brother Huang Naigang, has now entered a critical stage.

He and his students wander through the vast amount of materials and artifacts every day, supporting history with archaeology and guiding archaeology with history.

Archaeology and history are actually two different categories, and there is no doubt that Zhao Xingsheng is the person who can learn the head of the two families.

In recent academic research, Zhao Xingsheng has many ideas that are not suitable for writing into this masterpiece of Spring and Autumn history, and the cooperation with Gu Xiaobai has also given him an unknown amount of inspiration.

Recently, he's been taking time out to write his own book.

This book is called "Music Spring and Autumn", which is completely from the perspective of music, to interpret and run through the entire history of the Spring and Autumn Period.

This is not a too formal epic, more like the new historiography of the present, but from the beginning of writing this new book, Zhao Xingsheng has already had his own views on history.

He is very busy academically, but in addition to archaeological and historical research, he also has to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala performance.

Although he can't go on stage, he also has to participate in many of Gu Xiaobai's accompaniments and arrangements.

This kind of high-intensity labor, even if Zhao Xingsheng feels that he is still young, he is a little unbearable.

That night, Zhao Xingsheng wrote in his research room until two o'clock in the morning, when he saw two missed calls on his mobile phone.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a student he had directed before.

Before Zhao Xingsheng's academic career was on the right track, he was quite poor for a while, and he was embarrassed to open his mouth to Zou Lao, so he once taught music to a student.

Later, the student's progress made him feel that he would be misleading if he continued to teach, so he introduced him to another teacher.

That was almost ten years ago, and he had been in touch with the student all these years.

And these two calls were made by this student.

Zhao Xingsheng just wanted to call back, when he suddenly looked up and saw the wall clock on the wall.

It's already two o'clock in the morning.

He shook his head with a wry smile, then picked up his coat and planned to go back to sleep.

Then, he saw that there were still several unread messages on his phone.

"Teacher, are you there? I have something I want to ask. ”

"Teacher, I won't answer your call, I'm ...... under your teaching building"

"Teacher, I'll wait for you outside, give me a call when I'm done. ”

Three pieces of information, the latest one is at 10 p.m.

Zhao Xingsheng frowned, what did this kid come to him for at night?

Is something wrong?

Zhao Xingsheng hesitated whether to call back or send a message, and walked downstairs.

Then he saw a man standing up on the steps: "Old ...... Teacher ......"

"Xiao Ming?" Zhao Xingsheng was stunned when he saw Wang Mingsuo, "Why are you still here? It's two o'clock! And it's so cold outside! Is something wrong? I'm sorry I was busy with work just now and didn't look at my phone!"

"I know, I saw you in the office from downstairs, teacher, and you've been waiting here. Wang Mingsuo stood up.

It was already minus four or five degrees outside, and there was a layer of frost on his eyebrows, obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.

A security guard at the door, who had been paying attention to this side, was relieved to see that Zhao Xingsheng knew him.

The access control of Dongyuan University is very strict, especially after Gu Xiaobai and others became famous, it is even stricter, and in the teaching and research building of the Department of Archaeology, there are many priceless cultural relics, and the security level here is also in the forefront in Dongyuan University.

"Come in with me and get some hot water. Zhao Xingsheng stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Mingsuo, but he felt a little wrong.

He looked down and saw a pair of large hands that were almost half the size of ordinary people.

These hands, with thick joints, have some deformation because of long-term piano playing, the fingertips are a little flat, and the nails are very flat and almost deformed.

Legend has it that the pianist's hands are slender and beautiful, but in fact this is not the case.

When you use your hands day after day, year after year, to touch the hard, cold keys and compete with the steel strings that reach several tons of tension, how can your hands be slender and beautiful?

In fact, the pianist's hand, like the athlete's body, has been trained to be a weapon beyond its own limits, and it has long exceeded the intensity it can bear, and it has been overconsumed.

The pianist's hand, which is not the hand, is the machine that strikes the keys.

Speed, power, accuracy and beyond the average span.

Ordinary people will get tenosynovitis when they play a computer and type, let alone a pianist.

And Wang Mingsuo's hands are thicker, bigger, and more injured.

"Xiao Ming......" Zhao Xingsheng looked at these big hands, not knowing what to say.

Wang Mingsuo smiled bitterly, when he saw Zhao Xingsheng's expression, he knew that Zhao Xingsheng understood everything.

"It's okay, even if you can't continue to play the piano, there are many places in this world where you can give full play to your talents, you come to me, are you going to come to mix with me, don't rob me of the keyboardist position......" Zhao Xingsheng smiled and comforted Wang Mingsuo, "Let's go, I'll take you back to my house, tell me if you want to talk about anything, what can I help......"

Everyone loves to play the piano.

Everyone is also a person who has to give up on this path.

Zhao Xingsheng was injured because of his hands, and Wang Mingsuo was even more deceitful.

Although now Zhao Xingsheng has rediscovered his own path in history, and in another way, he has become a keyboard god and an alternative musician.

However, when he recalls the day he had to give up the piano, he can still feel the heartache.

It's like giving up the most important thing in life.

"Teacher, no, I'm ...... I'm here to ask you...... Can you let me try the Lyre of Bells and Drums......" Wang Ming said.

"The Qin of Bells and Drums?" Zhao Xingsheng's eyes widened, he looked at Wang Mingsuo's hands, and then at Wang Mingsuo, and suddenly understood.

"Hmm...... The Bell and Drum Lyre ......," Wang Ming said, "I heard that you are also Xiaobai's teacher...... I don't know Xiaobai, I've already looked for others, I really can't ......"

Wang Ming was a little choked up as he spoke.

Zhao Xingsheng didn't know what to say.

Wang Mingsuo actually came to him, just thinking about it, he knew that he had already thought of various methods.

"Let's go. Zhao Xingsheng pulled Wang Mingsuo and turned around and left, "I'll drive you there." ”

"Now?" Wang Mingsuo was stunned for a moment, "Teacher, don't you sleep?"

"Hey, what are you afraid of, I don't have classes tomorrow, you can get up a little late......"

"But ......"

"Let's go, don't waste any time, I want to see if you're suitable. ”

More than an hour later, at three o'clock in the morning, Wang Mingsuo finally sat down in front of the Hundred Bells.

The security guard on duty helped them open the warehouse door, and then the two of them sat down in front of the carillon.

"I've only seen Xiaobai play a few times, and I don't know much, so you have to try it yourself. ”

"I've watched Xiaobai's video, I've seen it many times!" Wang Mingsuo licked his lips, like a devout believer, and slowly put his hands on the carillon.

In the next second, both hands pressed suddenly.