There was a knock on the door, Pei Hongyu opened the door, looked at the middle-aged man in front of her suspiciously, and asked in English, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm here to find Mr. Liao Yuan. ”

The middle-aged man diligently took out his business card: "I am also from Huaxia, this is my business card, my son Wu Di also came to participate in the Tchaikovsky Competition, he is in the piano group, he has always admired Mr. Liao very much......"

Pei Hongyu took the business card and looked at it, and saw that it was written with the words "General Manager of the Engineering Department of Nanhai Construction Group, Wu Zhongsheng".

"Wait a minute. ”

Pei Hongyu said something, then turned around and left, and only returned after a while, and said to Wu Zhongsheng: "Come in." ”

Wu Zhongsheng was overjoyed, and walked in with the gift box in his hand.

Liao Yuan was reading a book, but after hearing the movement, he stood up, shook hands with Wu Zhongsheng, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Wu." ”

"Hello, Mr. Liao. ”

Wu Zhongsheng excitedly put the gift box aside, and shook Liao Yuan's hand vigorously, "Mr. Liao, I have always wanted to meet you, my son likes to play your works the most, such as "Defending the Yellow River", "Wild Bee Flying", ......"

Liao Yuan listened to Wu Zhong's praise at length, his smile did not decrease, and he asked after a long time: "I don't know what Mr. Wu came to me for this time?"

Wu Zhongsheng paused, and then said with a smile: "Wu Di, this kid has won a lot of piano competitions in China, he was once known as the piano prodigy of our Nanhai Province, although he has grown up, but his strength has not decreased, he has just turned seventeen this year, and he has passed the qualifying round of the Tchaikovsky Competition, I heard that Mr. Liao is the judge of the piano group of this competition, thinking that we are all Chinese, and when we go abroad, it is equivalent to the relatives of a mother's compatriots......"

Liao Yuan understood Wu Zhongsheng's words, and he was not an elm pimple who didn't know anything, so he said with a smile: "I think I already know the meaning of Mr. Wu's intention, you are right, everyone is a descendant of Yan and Huang, if Wu Di's children's strength is up to standard, of course I will not be stingy with praise......

Wu Zhongsheng was overjoyed, clenched Liao Yuan's hand again, and said gratefully: "Mr. Liao, I really don't know how to thank you, by the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you......?"

Liao Yuan declined: "Mr. Wu, I think this moment is not the time to eat, drink and have fun, the Tchaikovsky competition will start soon, I hope you, as a father, accompany the child more, at this time, the child needs the encouragement of his relatives very much." ”

"This ......"

Wu Zhongsheng hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Mr. Liao is right, when the game is over, I will come to thank you again." ”

Liao Yuan frowned slightly.

After sending Wu Zhongsheng away, Pei Hongyu said beside him, "Are you sure you want to help?"

"They are all Chinese people, and those who can help must help. Of course, the premise is that this Wu Di really has this strength, if the mud can't support the wall, no matter how nice I say, it's useless. ”

Liao Yuan smiled, and then continued to sit in the cradle chair and read a book.

He was looking at a book of Russian history, and as he had expected, in the course of history, Russia did not differ greatly from another Russia he knew in the general direction, but in the details of history, there were still great changes.

After coming to Russia, Liao Yuan has been immersed in these fragments of history, combined with the stories of his previous life, as if opening up the perspective of God, giving him a new perspective on the major events in Russian history.

The day passed quickly.

The next day, Peter came to the hotel to have a pre-game exchange with Liao Yuan, and drove Liao Yuan and Pei Hongyu to enjoy the cultural scene of Moscow all the way.

Walking past the historic Kremlin, standing beside the famous Volga Basin, and enjoying the ballet of the Bolshoi Theater, Liao Yuan remembered in his mind the beautiful scenery that he had never enjoyed in his previous life.

The most common thing in Moscow is the forest parks, and the streets are full of green belts.

When you look at the city from above, you will see a sea of vibrant greenery, hence the nickname "Capital of the Forest".

Peter parked his car on the outskirts of Moscow.

The area is still green, with large birch trees flourishing in the branches, and around the perimeter of the woods, there are bottles with holes dug in the middle, which are prepared by the residents of the neighborhood for birds and squirrels, filled with food, and in some places even built huts so that birds or squirrels can have a safe place to roost on stormy days.

There are countless hundred-year-old trees around, and on the other side of the woods, there are several ponds, and some residents are still playing in the water.

It was getting dark, and on the shore, campfires were swaying, surrounded by young men and women playing guitars and singing loudly.

Peter laughed and said: "This is the evening on the outskirts of Moscow." ”

Liao Yuan watched this scene, his fingers tapping on the edge of the car window, recalling the historical stories about Russia that he had seen today.

At night, Liao Yuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep alone, and finally knocked on Pei Hongyu's door.

Pei Hongyu obviously didn't fall asleep either, she was going to compete tomorrow, facing the world's top music competitions, even though Liao Yuan had instilled all kinds of relaxation signals in her before, Pei Hongyu was still sleepy.

When she saw Liao Yuan, Pei Hongyu was obviously a little nervous: "Boss." ”

Liao Yuan snorted, "Did you sleep?"

"Not yet. Pei Hongyu said.

Liao Yuan laughed and pointed to the violin case hanging on the wall behind Pei Hongyu: "Don't be nervous, I just want to borrow your violin." ”

"Huh?"

Pei Hongyu was stunned for a moment, her cheeks were slightly red, and she hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll bring it to you." ”

Liao Yuan returned to his room.

He placed the bow on the strings and placed it on his shoulder, silently feeling the touch of the violin.

After a moment, he drew the bow, and the strings of the violin trembled slightly.

He closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the sea of music.

......

The melodious music faintly passed through the wall to Pei Hongyu's room.

This is a piece of music in the style of the former Soviet Union......

Pei Hongyu's heart moved, her ears were pressed against the wall, and she faintly heard the singing:

"One day the flames of war reached my hometown

The young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier

Don't worry about me, sweetheart

Waiting for me to come back in that birch forest......"

Pei Hongyu felt a strange emotion in her heart.

In the slightly sad piano sound, Liao Yuan's singing voice is interspersed, deep but with a hint of high-spiritedness, as if whispering in his ear.

The lyrics are gently revealed, giving the whole song a stronger sense of imagery.

Listening to it, Pei Hongyu's nose was slightly sour, and she had a feeling that she was about to cry, and she made up a great story in her brain.

[During World War II, the Soviet army forced the German army out of the border. A Soviet reconnaissance team accidentally obtained an important piece of information when it was in depth, and at the same time, the Germans sent tens of thousands of soldiers to encircle and suppress them. 】

[Intelligence is very important, the radio station of the reconnaissance team could not be activated due to damage in the battle, so they went deep into the enemy's belly, grabbed the radio to send information, and there was no return, facing tens of thousands of German soldiers in front and back, all the soldiers of the reconnaissance team were killed. 】

And this song describes the story-telling story of one of the soldiers of the reconnaissance team.

A girl was under the birch forest, silently watching her lover go away with the army, she carved her and her lover's name on the birch tree, and waited with great anticipation for her lover's victory, but the army was victorious, and his lover never returned.

The song drifted away, and the sound of the piano faded away.

Pei Hongyu raised her head, trying to calm her emotions.

She looked at the lamp tube above her head, in a quiet daze.

When the piano sounded again, she put her ear to the wall again, listening intently.

This time, Liao Yuan didn't make a sound, but the violin let out a more somber and melodious long chant......

Gradually, the sound of music lingered in his ears, as if a story was whispering in Pei Hongyu's ear.

At that moment, she seemed to see a lake on the outskirts of Moscow.

It is surrounded by pine forests that are white after snowfall.

The trees pull their long figures in the moonlight.

The lake is shimmering with phosphorus and phosphorus.

Music was dancing on the lake.

And a serene heart......

This night, Pei Hongyu lay on the wall and listened to music for nearly an hour, and half of her body was completely stiff.

She never imagined that the violin music played by the boss would be so beautiful.

Every note melted in her heart, and then brewed, rippling out moving ripples.

In this ripple, she saw her own smiling face.

She smiled.

Our boss, I must be very lonely......