The journey was very short, and before Yang Jingxing could finish summarizing the types and meanings of his friends, he saw Yu Xinting's parents waiting outside the hotel gate. Yu's father changed into a suit, which looked more exquisite than when he was on the twenty-fourth, and Yu's mother's hair was also newly made, probably after a few days of rest, both of them looked a lot more energetic.

Yu Xinting seemed to have understood Yang Jingxing's meaning, and said: "No matter what way, friends are originally respectful of each other, Anxin, Tiantian, Xiaojie...... It's all the same. ”

Yang Jingxing nodded approvingly: "Hmm...... But someone like me, who is also a teacher and a friend, is a little different. ”

Yu Xinting hee.

Yang Jingxing said again: "You take your time, don't be in a hurry, accompany your parents, have dinner, just rush to the theater before half past eight, don't miss Nuo Nuo." ”

Yu Xinting said: "I'll go with my mother. ”

Yang Jingxing remembered: "Oh...... But today there is a powder room, so you can rest when you go. ”

When the car stopped, Yu's father and Yu's mother came over to thank the driver, urging her daughter to hurry up, and invited Yang Jingxing to have dinner together.

Yang Jingxing was in a hurry to go home to change his clothes, and then rushed to Ding Sangpeng's house. Ding Sanpeng's son and daughter-in-law have already picked up the old man, and the daughter-in-law is a little sad, and the old man's old suit seems to be a little bigger.

Ding Sangpeng's spirit was not bad, and he briefly asked about last night's situation, but it was Qin Mengli's artistic spirit that was praised: "...... Constantly strive for the top, never satisfied, never endless. ”

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "I still have a lot of room for creation, and the piano is difficult." ”

Ding Sangpeng laughed, a bowl of rice was not too much, and he took the initiative to drink half a bowl of soup.

Before going out, Yang Jingxing took the coat from Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law and put it on the old man, and accepted all kinds of advice. But Ding Sangpeng seemed to be unhappy, and his daughter-in-law asked Yang Jingxing to hold the thermos cup containing the ginseng soup, and the daughter-in-law was very good at observing words and feelings, so she said that she would drink it again when she came back in the evening.

After getting on the bus, Yang Jingxing still talked to the old man about the editorial board, Yang Jingxing did not want to sing praises of virtue, but felt something, that is, the difference or gap between Chinese and Western music education and theory.

This Ding Sangpeng is willing to discuss, for example, when he goes abroad, other people's piano performance and piano education are different majors, and there are indeed advanced places.

In this case, Yang Jingxing began to wonder if he could accept the ideas of some editorial board members, and also made some introductions and prospects for the new development of composition technology in the book.

Ding Sangpeng is very supportive of comparing his advanced and exquisite technology from decades ago with the present, as long as it can inspire readers, he is willing to be a negative textbook.

I also have to go to the hotel to pick up Tang Qing, Tang Qing didn't go back to Ding Sangpeng's house to disturb because it ended late last night, so I don't have this worry today.

Tang Qing had gossip, saying that he received a call from an international friend at noon today, and wondered if there was really a piano genius in the true sense here, and the other party heard about it from the French editorial board......

It was nearly seven o'clock when the car arrived at the Puhai Grand Theater, and the white modern buildings in the night were somewhat dazzling by the white main lights, and the underground parking lot was already full.

Before Yang Jingxing could stop, the two administrative workers of the school, a man and a woman, who had kept in touch with him on the phone, trotted over to greet him, and welcomed the two old composers at the back door of the car.

Walking slowly, entering the elevator, the two executives began to express their personal feelings after saying their welcome speeches, saying that Ding Sangpeng and Tang Qing are very energetic, and they must be healthy and live a long life or something, Tang Qing hehe.

The elevator went to the ground floor, and when it came out, it was the outer hall of the VIP hall, Ding Sangpeng also took out the invitation letter from his pocket, and the female teacher hurriedly said no.

There is a sign-in area in the outer hall, and the staff is respectful, putting on a notebook and handing a pen with both hands. Ding Sangpeng's dry handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and Tang Qing was much more free and easy.

The staff handed the pen to Yang Jingxing again, and Yang Jingxing hey: "I'm not." ”

The other party seemed to be a little embarrassed and persuaded: "Sign one...... Never mind. ”

Yang Jingxing really signed shamelessly.

Entering the VIP lounge from the outer hall, this is really incomparable to the Puhai Concert Hall, spacious, bright and gorgeous, it is estimated that forty or fifty people are sitting and chatting in twos and threes, all well-dressed.

The moment when the female teacher helped Ding Sangpeng take off his coat and go to storage, Yang Zhixin had already strode over, and there were many people who heard the wind, and half of them got up.

Yang Zhixin stretched out his hands from afar: "Elder Ding, welcome!"

Ding Sangpeng also warmly held his hands: "Thank you......"

This is the trend of lining up to shake hands with Ding Sangpeng, but Puyin people are humble and let the foreign guests go first, and the dean of the Manhattan School of Music who followed Yang Zhixin has a lot of respect to express, and Ding Sangpeng can also understand and be polite.

Tang Qin patted Yang Jingxing's shoulder, almost in a whispering posture: "We don't look like two bodyguards who are fake tigers." ”

As if he was heard, Yang Zhixin came to welcome Tang Qing again.

Ding Sangpeng estimated that he couldn't understand French, so the erudite Yang Zhixin hurriedly helped. Compared with the president of the school, the editorial board is not only respectful, but also apprehensive, I don't know if I have enough ability.

After the guests had almost taken a turn, Yang Zhixin didn't give his colleagues a chance, and said loudly: "In this way, Ding Lao is already high, let's be simple, and express our high respect with the warmest applause, and welcome Ding Lao and Tang Lao." ”

The applause was very enthusiastic.

Ding Sanpeng's smile was still touched, and he nodded his head and tried his best to be louder: "Thank you, thank you, everyone, I'm very happy...... It has been 80 years since Puyin, and I have been associated with Puyin for more than half a century, so I take the opportunity to get together with so many old friends today, and I may not have such an opportunity in the future. ”

Feeling that the festive crowd was dimmed suddenly, Gong Xiaoling tiptoed and shouted from the periphery: "There are still ninetieth and one hundred anniversaries, you still have to come!"

Everyone supports, Ding Sangpeng smiled and nodded: "I really want to see that day, to see Puyin, to see our musicians to make more and more better results......" turned around, pulled Yang Jingxing's arm in his hand behind him, and pulled forward.

Yang Jingxing hurriedly stepped forward.

Ding Sangpeng didn't let go and continued: "I'm very happy, our young generation is very competitive...... Thank you for your concern and care for Yang Jingxing, I believe that their generation can live up to expectations and mission, and will definitely surpass us and do more and better than me. ”

Everyone nodded, and Tang Qing put his hand on Yang Jingxing's shoulder and patted it. Yang Zhixin took the lead in applauding again, and everyone responded enthusiastically.

Yang Jingxing, who lost his status as a bodyguard, was obviously a little at a loss, and said to Ding Sangpeng with a dry smile: "I haven't thanked you yet." ”

Gong Xiaoling squeezed forward, her eyes over half a hundred years old were shining with tears, she held Ding Sangpeng's arm, and said emotionally: "Old Ding, we also thank you!"

The people of Puyin have taken practical actions, Lu Kaiping is much more active than He Hongchui, and they all began to praise Ding Sangpeng, and ordered Yang Jingxing to take good care.

Ding Sangpeng didn't need it, tell everyone to get busy, don't be delayed by yourself.

Yang Zhixin said that he let the old man rest, and now said that the secretary of the party committee of the school was accompanying some "government guests" in the inner hall, and asked Ding Sangpeng if he wanted to meet him, there should be acquaintances, and invited Tang Qing to join him.

Tang Qing refused, saying that he was a Taiwanese, don't make a mistake about today's topic, he was going to chat with Gong Xiaoling.

Ding Sangpeng was accompanied by Yang Jingxing and Yang Zhixin into the inner hall, a bit like the VIP reception room of the hotel in the morning, with bright lights, soft carpets, and fashionable single sofas in a large circle around the room, about 20 of them, basically full.

The secretary of the party committee of the school reacted the fastest, and stood up at once: "Ding Lao, you are here......" and then bowed down to invite the people who took the seat: "Chairman He, Chairman Gong, this is Ding Lao, Ding Sangpeng, our famous composer." ”

The rest of the people got up the fastest, a kind old woman with white hair and estimated to be at least seventy years old, who came over in a few steps, stretched out her hands and smiled brightly: "Hello Ding Lao...... You're my old leader!"

Ding Sangpeng didn't seem to know his old subordinates, so the school secretary introduced: "Ding Lao, this is the vice chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, Ms. He Fangxin." ”

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Hello." ”

He Fangxin kept shaking hands: "When you served in the CPPCC, I was still working in the Secretariat, and I listened to your report, and now I inherit your work, and I haven't done as well as you." As if he was afraid that Ding Sangpeng's ears would be inconvenient, he spoke very loudly.

Ding Sangpeng was modest: "You did a good job, I didn't do my duty......"

The people around him were busy saying good things to both sides, and He Fangxin was positive: "I'll introduce you to ......"

also lined up, first of all, the chairman of the Standing Committee of the Municipal People's Congress, he had met Ding Sangpeng, and Ding Sangpeng was still called the chairman. Then there is the chairman of the CPPCC, knowing that Ding Lao is a national treasure artist and musician. There are also deputy secretaries of the municipal party committee, deputy mayors, and vice chairmen of the CPPCC......

The Minister of the Municipal Propaganda Department not only respected Ding Sangpeng, but also shook hands with Yang Jingxing, and was able to reminisce about the past, and the topic was Qi Qingnuo.

The Secretary for Education also knew Yang Jingxing, and asked with greetings: "Editor-in-Chief Zhan will come tonight, right?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Will come." ”

The director of education asked again, "What about Secretary Meng?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Director of Education: "Secretary Meng attaches great importance to the development of folk music......

After getting to know each other big and small, Ding Sangpeng was invited to the seat, and He Fangxin wanted to serve tea and water in person, which almost scared the service staff, so Yang Jingxing went to help.

Everyone sat down slowly, and the order changed somewhat. He Fangxin had a cordial conversation with Ding Sangpeng loudly, a bit of a chatter, because both of them were people who had worked hard and experienced hard work since the beginning of liberation, and the rest were still little children during the reform and opening up.

Yang Zhixin asked Yang Jingxing to stay here, and he quietly retreated, as if he paid more attention to those people outside.

Squatting in the corner with Yang Jingxing was a young female staff member of the school's party committee office, and her eyes were sharp: "There seems to be no water in the cup over there...... Are you going or am I going?"

Yang Jingxing begged: "You go, I'm a little scared." ”

"Then I'll go. "She doesn't seem to be very bold either.