Chatting all the way and the atmosphere was relaxed. Yang Jingxing was familiar with the road, and before half past ten, the car slowly stopped in front of Ding Sangpeng's house. Yang Jingxing got out of the car to open the door for the principal, and the principal also tidied up his hair and cufflink collar, which looked quite solemn.

Naturally, the headmaster was asked to go to the front, and there was a distance of five blocks and six meters from the fence of the small garden to the gate. Ding Sangpeng's son was already waiting outside the door, only nodding and greeting the guests.

Ding Sangpeng was supported by his grandson at the door before he could stand firmly, and the principal strode up to greet him, stretched out his arms to shake hands with the old man, and took the opportunity to help the old man a little, obviously respectful: "Old Ding, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

Ding Sangpeng smiled: "Welcome, please come in." ”

The principal completely supported Ding Sangpeng: "You slow down." ”

Ding Sangpeng's son beckoned He Hongzhui into the house and asked Yang Jingxing, "Only drive one car?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Principal Yang's car...... I'm causing you trouble again today. Ding Sangpeng's confession, Yang Jingxing and his son are equals, and Yang Jingxing was forced to accept it.

The old man, who was about the same age as Yang Jingxing's grandfather, said: "It's good for you to come, Dad is happy." ”

In the living room, the principal helped Ding Sangpeng to sit down, and wanted to help put the oxygen inhaler on the old man, Ding Sangpeng said no, and beckoned everyone to take a seat.

Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law looks much younger than her husband, only about fifty years old, but the guests are also embarrassed to trouble her to serve tea and water. It looked like a formal meeting, except for his son, Ding Sangpeng's other family members retreated or even did not show up.

The principal handed the small teacup to Ding Sangpeng, and was very happy: "You are in good spirits." ”

Ding Sangpeng hehe: "Okay, thank you." ”

The principal also said, "It's quiet here, and the air is better than in the city......

Ding Sangpeng said: "If you go a long way, I often tell Jing Xing that you can go to the nursing home to sit and sit when you are free, don't delay so much time." ”

The principal said, "It was our visit that bothered ......"

After being polite for a while, the principal was embarrassed and decided to stay for lunch: "...... Yang Jingxing said that you want to rest for a while after eating, so I will report to you first. ”

Ding Sangpeng said: "You just do it, I don't ask, that's what I said to Yang Jingxing." ”

Yang Jingxing said: "The principal thinks that at least let you have an understanding, and the school can have a bottom. ”

He Hongchui said: "Yang Jingxing has done a lot of preparations, but he has no experience in this area after all, and he needs your advice. ”

Ding Sangpeng smiled: "I am a composer, Yang Jingxing is a composer, you are also a composer, I have no experience in publishing books, you can help him more." ”

Qi Qingnuo said: "Elder Ding, he is not only inexperienced but also has little confidence, except for the school, your suggestions are the most important." ”

Yang Jingxing nodded again and again: "The principal insists on consulting you." ”

President Yang said, "I came to meet you today to make the final preparations for the establishment of the editorial board. ”

Ding Sangpeng's son asked, "Do you need authorization?"

President Yang said: "Authorization is only one aspect, what we need more is Mr. Ding's opinion. ”

Ding Sangpeng said: "Authorized, I have already given it to Yang Jingxing." ”

He Hongchui said: "We understand your concern and trust in students, but Yang Jingxing's qualifications are too shallow, and when he talked to me about this matter, his first thought was to let President Yang come forward, and his consideration in this regard is relatively mature." ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded, worried about the principal: "You are very busy." ”

The principal shook his head: "This is my highest honor, as long as you trust me, I will do my best." ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Of course I trust...... I would also like to thank you for your care of Yang Jingxing. ”

The principal said: "It is my job to focus on cultivating and promoting outstanding students...... Today, Yang Jingxing also brings new works to you. ”

Ding Sangpeng straightened up slightly, and his voice was a little louder: "Concerto?"

He Hongzhui nodded and opened the briefcase, while Yang Jingxing boasted: "The school has basically passed the test, just waiting for your review." ”

Seeing that Ding Sangpeng was about to sit up straight, the principal hurriedly reached out to help the old man's shoulder, and with the other hand, he asked He Hongzhui to get the score. Ding Sangpeng's son took reading glasses for his father.

"Score. He Hongchui handed over a thick pile of simple bindings first.

The principal seemed to be worried about the weight of the score, and it was inconvenient for the old man to put it on the coffee table, so he stood up and went to Ding Sangpeng's sofa and bent down to be a music stand, ready to turn it over to the old man.

However, Ding Sanpeng's son immediately took a small table, which was very well designed, and after being placed horizontally on the sofa, he could still put the score half-upright.

The principal still didn't return to his seat, and bent over to the side to give Ding Sangpeng a translation: "The technique is much more mature, which may be due to the form." ”

Ding Sangpeng said: "It is necessary to achieve integration without being rigid, accessible without being pretentious. ”

Yang Jingxing pleaded: "Can you ask for a little lower?"

Ding Sangpeng's son smiled and ignored him.

The national treasure of the composition world began to read the score, gesturing for the principal to sit back in his seat.

After two minutes of silence, Ding Sanpeng only turned the page twice, so his son began to chat with the guests: "Father, if his health allows, he still wants to wait for the celebration to go to the school." ”

The principal was delighted: "It's so welcome, it's a great honor. ”

Qi Qingnuo said: "Mr. Ding's spirit is so good, and he can also be present at the centennial celebration." ”

The son, who was already in his sixties, smiled: "At that time, I'm afraid I won't be able to move......" His eyes suddenly cared about his father, because Ding Sangpeng turned to the third page and raised his right hand tremblingly.

In the collective gaze, Ding Sanpeng's dry fingers seemed to be pinching a baton, and his arms and wrists drew elegant curves smoothly and slowly, and then beat again and again, as if he had vitality.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ding Sangpeng's son said again: "Coarse tea and light rice at noon......"

Ding Sanpeng looked at the score with no one in his eyes, and the others continued to chat. The principal's phone vibrate, and he only glanced at it, hung it up and put it back in his bag.

About halfway through the first movement, Ding Sangpeng suddenly spoke: "When will it premiere?"

The principal adjusted his body and reported: "It is planned to ...... during the opening of the National Day Piano Master Class"

Ding Sanpeng nodded and continued to look at the principal.

The principal was a little more detailed: "Yesterday I studied and decided with Director He and Professor Li, and in cooperation with the school's orchestra, Yang Jingxing selected the conductor and some members of the troupe by himself, he hopes to lead everyone to participate as a student, and we are very supportive and confident in the work, so we are ready to take the opportunity to recommend it." ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Thank you, thank you......"

He Hongchui added: "This time he played it himself. ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Okay, very good, I'm going." ”

Although they were chatting, after the phone of the principal and Yang Jingxing vibrated one after another, they all just looked at it and put it down. Yang Jingxing still called Zhang Yanhao, but he didn't call the second time.

After about half an hour, Ding Sanpeng finally finished reading the first movement, put his hands on the desk and said to Yang Jingxing: "You have Tang Qing's phone number, you call him, invite him to come as a guest at that time, make an appointment early, he is busier than me." ”

Yang Jingxing hesitated: "No need, right?"

Ding Sangpeng's son advised: "Let you make an appointment." ”

The principal also said, "Let's fight." ”

Yang Jingxing picked up the phone and dialed, this long distance was quite time-consuming, which made Qi Qingnuo suspect that no one answered.

But it was still passed, and the voice over there was loud: "Brother Yang." ”

Yang Jingxing was still respectful: "Teacher Tang Qing, hello, do you want to disturb you?"

Tang Qing said: "No, I am on vacation in Baishawan. I invited your girlfriends last time, but unfortunately they didn't have time. ”

Yang Jingxing smiled: "You have fun, we will pay tribute to your footprints again when we have the opportunity." ”

Tang Qing laughed: "Brother Yang must have some joy when he called?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is no joy, I am here to find trouble for you." Don't delay your time, I will make a long story short, in early October, our school has an international piano master class, I have a newly completed concerto to join in the fun, I don't know if I can ask Mr. Tang to come and guide. ”

Tang Qing seemed to hesitate for a moment: "...... Then I'll go and join in the fun, and meet Lao Ding by the way. ”

Yang Jingxing asked, "Do you want to talk to Ding Lao?" ”

Tang Qing laughed: "...... As expected, okay, you give him a call. ”

Ding Sangpeng could hold his mobile phone, and his wrinkles were brilliant: "Hello Old Tang...... It's me...... Aren't you coming if it's not me...... A little joke...... I had just gotten my hands on it when I read a movement...... Can make your trip worthwhile...... Okay, I'll let him inform you...... You hang it. ”

The phone call between the two veteran representatives on both sides of the Taiwan Strait was as simple as that, and a few people around him had not yet heard it.

Waiting for Yang Jingxing to sit back, the principal advised Ding Sangpeng: "You can rest for a while and watch it again, we all think that the last two movements can better show Yang Jingxing's talent." ”

Ding Sangpeng said: "I'm not tired. ”

The principal did not let go: "For this year's Chime Award, Yang Jingxing used his first work to participate in the competition, and we originally planned to invite you to be the chairman of the jury, but unfortunately there were some unnecessary worries at that time." Now that you are in good spirits, I wonder if you could please give us some guidance as the honorary chairman of the jury?"

Ding Sangpeng shook his head and waved his hand: "Avoid suspicion, avoid suspicion." ”

The headmaster seemed annoyed that he hadn't thought it through: "Yes, you're right. ”

Ding Sangpeng recalled with a smile: "But my fate with Yang Jingxing also stemmed from the composition competition, when they came to invite me, I hesitated, and then I went again." ”

He Hongchui explained to the principal: "Last year's hundred flowers bloomed. ”

Yang Jingxing revealed: "Qi Qingnuo later told me that it was the first time in his student career that he had such a big encouragement. ”

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "I was so excited at the time. ”

Ding Sangpeng said to the principal: "At that time, Xiaohe told me that these two students, I also thought that the works were good, but the results of the competition were not very good, so I said a few words of encouragement......

The principal was simply a sycophant: "Although you have not taught, you have been a teacher for many generations. ”

Ding Sangpeng was a little excited: "I couldn't have imagined that Yang Jingxing, his world could have such a vast sea of music, and he could create such a plump and wonderful work in a short period of time!" The old man's arms were a little exaggerated.

The headmaster nodded, looking relieved.

Yang Jingxing thanked the principal: "You and Director He didn't hear any praise before we came. ”

Ding Sangpeng hasn't finished speaking: "Except for Mozart, I can't think of anyone." ”

Yang Jingxing protested: "You are too exaggerated, I only have a few things." ”

Ding Sangpeng asked the principal: "Why is it not the luck of you and me, the luck of Chinese music?"

The principal nodded: "It is also Yang Jingxing's luck to meet Bole like you." ”

"I'm not enough alone, you're all mentors and friends. Ding Sanpeng is quite serious: "His moral character can also stand the test." ”

The principal said, "I think he's very good, too. ”

Yang Jingxing pretended not to hear these words, Qi Qingnuo smiled, and He Hongzhui was thinking.

Ding Sangpeng's son has been paying attention to the movements of his family, and reminded at this time: "Rest for a while, ready to eat." ”

Yang Jingxing was a little depressed: "I'm embarrassed to eat." ”

Peers in their sixties laughed: "If you deserve it, it should be an encouragement." ”

Principal support: "Yes. ”

For the principal of Puyin, the table was rich but simple, but the guests were very grateful for the host's hospitality. For Ding Sangpeng's other family members not to attend, the principal was even more difficult to accept, and personally went to invite several times, but in vain.

Yang Jingxing had only eaten the fourth bowl of rice, and the principal was surprised, but Ding Sangpeng smiled and encouraged.

After eating, Ding Sangpeng refused to rest, but he was afraid of delaying the principal, and said that if there was something to do, the principal and He Hongchui would leave first, and he would leave Yang Jingxing to chat for a while.

Of course, no one left, and continued to accompany Ding Sangpeng to read the score.

After reading a few pages of the second movement, Ding Sangpeng said: "Although it looks a little complicated, the structure is more stable than before. ”

The principal nodded again and again: "I also found ...... "It's Us" is a little pompous, and the sonata is a bit showy." ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Music is always made for the listener, no matter what height you reach, you must remember this." ”

"He said his greatest hope is to create Yan sù music that even pop music fans will love when they listen to it," Qi said. ”

Yang Jingxing flatly denied: "I haven't said anything that I really don't know the height of the sky." ”

Qi Qingnuo is still kind: "...... The meaning is pretty much the same. ”

The headmaster laughed.

Ding Sangpeng looked at the score and admired: "What wonderful phrases, and such a meticulous texture!"

Yang Jingxing couldn't sit still: "I'll go and see the garden." ”

He Hong lowered his eyes and squinted sternly, but Ding Sangpeng said: "Go ahead, you have to walk if you eat too much." ”

Yang Jingxing also pulled Qi Qingnuo: "Let's go." ”

Out of the door, Qi Qingnuo asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Jingxing sighed a little: "I don't like this feeling." ”

Qi Qingnuo also seemed to dim: "I really don't like it?"

Yang Jingxing recalled: "I prefer the feeling of sitting down and watching your performance at that time. ”

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Doesn't it look beautiful?"

Yang Jingxing: "It's more beautiful now." ”

Qi Qingnuo asked, "What are you going to think about in the future?"

Yang Jingxing made a look of affection: "Just look at it like this." ”

Qi Qingnuo chuckled and asked, "If it weren't for Yu Xinting, wouldn't you be like this?"

Yang Jingxing said: "If I change to An Xin, I will also ...... I'm a teacher. ”

Qi Qingnuo was naughty: "If I were her, I would be so moved." ”

Yang Jingxing smiled: "It looks moving?"

Qi Qingnuo chuckled and nodded: "I understand what you mean, I'm kidding." ”

Yang Jingxing said: "Call Zhang Yanhao back." ”