At 3 o'clock in the afternoon of May 16, the temperature was 34 degrees, and under the exposure of the sun, the asphalt road became hot and the hot wind was blowing. Fang Yan carried a guitar on his back and stood in front of the family home where Qian Ning lived for 10 minutes.

This t-shirt is really sweat-wicking.

He fills out forms in the communication room. Visitor's name, ID number, phone number. Reception person, matter.

There was a small window open in the communication room, and the young guard inside put down the phone, shook his head, and said, "Still no one answers." ”

The family home is heavily guarded, and outsiders do not want to enter without permission from inside. Fang Yan was about to call Qian Ning's mobile phone, but he only heard the sound of slippers behind him, and Qian Ning came over from outside.

"I met you at the intersection for a long time, and I didn't see you." Channing's little face was flushed with sunburn, and her sweaty cheeks glistened in the sun. She greeted the guard, took Fang Yan to the courtyard, and asked again. "Why didn't Yuan Yuan come?"

"She said she was going to class."

Since Yuan Yuan met Fang Yan, her homework has dropped a lot, and the sophomore class is tight, and she is determined to catch up. Hearing that Fang Yan was going to play the piano for Qian Ning's grandfather, she thought that having an old grandfather Ma Shengguang was enough, and she didn't need more old grandfathers, so she didn't come along.

It was cool in the compound.

Lush tall trees shade the sun, a few crows flap their wings overhead, and a cool breeze blows across the small turquoise pond, literally two worlds from the outside.

The two walked along the path in the green grass one after the other, and Qian Ning pointed to an old residential building in the distance, saying that his home was there: "My parents are outside, and I usually live by myself." ”

"You like wearing slippers so much?"

"Comfortable."

Channing loved the feeling of freedom that slippers bring. She is about to graduate from college, she is not looking for a job, and she has no specific plans for the future. She wants to go on a trip with friends.

She went to the Nameless Tavern last Friday, and after she really got along with Fang Yan for the first time, her hanging heart fell.

Qian Ning's grandfather lived in a single-family house deep in the compound. There were doctors, guards, secretaries, waiters who accompanied him. In addition to this, there is a 60-year-old driver who comes to talk to him every day. The driver drove him all his life and was loyal.

Old man Qian sat alone under the plane tree outside the house to enjoy the shade.

On a hot day, the button on his collar was tightly fastened. He was thin and withered, his cloudy eyes had long since lost his life, and the flame of life had been extinguished, leaving only a little afterglow of the past, like a sculpture in a museum.

Old man Qian has a stubborn temper, and he has been clinging to the pain of his deceased lover, and he is unwilling to come out. After dragging on for more than a year, his body became weaker and weaker, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Old man Qian is 72 years old. 73 and 84 are a hurdle, he is waiting for the age of 73 to be taken away by Lord Yama.

Greeting each other, Fang Yan looked at the old man carefully, and felt that he looked sick, like a man in his 80s. The blow of his partner's death destroyed his health.

When Old Man Qian saw his granddaughter, there was more love in his eyes, and then his face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "Your little girl, why are you dressed so casually?" ”

Qian Ning wore a pair of short brown shorts, a thin black vest, his arms were a healthy wheat color, and his two smooth and delicate legs were exposed. Hearing her grandfather's reprimand, she rolled her eyes and muttered, "You know that it's not good to talk about me?" ”

"No one cares what you wear at home. Outside, still in front of outsiders, you ...... What are you staring at? ”

As people get older, their mouths tend to crumble. Since the death of his wife, Old Man Qian has not liked anyone, and no one likes to deal with him. can see the baby granddaughter, he will still nag endlessly.

Channing ran into the villa and took two Coca-Colas. Fang Yan drank half of it, and the heat on his body dissipated. He sat under the tree, tuned his guitar, and asked, "What song am I singing?" ”

"Everything. My grandfather didn't learn anything, and he didn't listen to songs. ”

Old man Qian stood up tremblingly, waved his hand and said, "Young man, you two are playing, I'll go back to the house first." ”

Fang Yan was speechless.

"Grandpa, don't go." Qian Ning pressed the old man back into his chair and said half-dissuasively and half-coquettishly. "He's singing so good, you can listen to it for a while."

Old man Qian smiled sadly and said, "A person who is going to die, what kind of music do you listen to?" ”

"Who hurts me when you're dead? Don't you want to see me get married? ”

“……”

Fang Yan thought that Qian Ning was lying to himself. What grandpa likes to listen to his songs, they are all made up, this old man doesn't know who he is, and he has no interest in music.

Channing stuck her tongue out at him.

Fang Yan stopped talking nonsense, his thumb plucked the bass strings, and a series of high notes jumped out with electricity. The upbeat ditty is called "the Sailor's Hornpipe" (Hornpipe) and its melody dates back to the 16th century. The horn flute dance is a traditional dance of sailors on deck, which is rather weird.

It was originally a violin piece, super fast, simple and pleasant, and could be used as a finger warmer for the guitar. The beautiful melody is extremely lively, and it can be played in 2 minutes.

"Is the guitar so noisy? It's so loud......" Old Man Qian said in surprise.

Get off the wrong foot.

Trying to heal the elderly with music is a difficult challenge, like taking down a well-defended castle. He was old-fashioned, conceited, and in no mood to listen to music. And he has no musical accomplishment, and his sensibility is very poor.

Fang Yan thought, it was like playing the piano to an old cow.

How can you impress a cow?

Fang Yan evokes the theme of Jean Hisaishi's "Mother". This is a cello piece, with a soft timbre accompanied by a deep and sad melody, which is very moving.

The violin is played with a bow, and the notes can be continuous, compared to the guitar, which is much weaker.

"Mother" is a soundtrack to the movie "Kikujiro's Summer". A young boy goes to find his mother during the summer vacation, and an uncle who is not a serious loser accompanies him on his adventures. The uncle was very bad, stupid and obscene, he gambled and spent all his money, so he had to take a ride all the way, and he met all kinds of strange people. On the way, the bad uncle sneaks to a nursing home to see his mother.

In this paragraph, "Mother" sounded.

It turned out that the uncle's name was Kikujiro. He is also the one who is really looking for a mother. Takeshi Kitano, who plays the uncle, used to be a cross talk actor, and he was also very good at making movies. "Kikujiro's Summer" is about the emotions of Takeshi Kitano and his mother.

The film was released in 1999, the same year that Takeshi Kitano's 95-year-old mother died.

Takeshi Kitano was extremely influential in RB, and at his mother's funeral, Prime Minister Keizo Obuchi sent a flower basket.

Cheerful doesn't work, it's sad.

The theme of "Mother" expands, and the sound of the piano becomes intense, like a raging sea constantly washing the beach, enveloping the old man's heart. After playing the song, the corners of Old Man Qian's eyes moistened.

"It's ......"

Fang Yan didn't listen to the old man, and a few stumbling notes went all the way down and landed on the bass strings, and the blues-flavored rhythm appeared, and Eric Clapton's "Tears in Heaven" (Tears in Heaven) was played.

In March 1991, Clapton's 4-year-old son fell to his death from a 53rd-floor window in a New York apartment. Six months earlier, his good friend and guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan (SRV) had been killed in a helicopter crash.

In the midst of great pain, Clapton wrote the song.

Fang Yan didn't sing, just played the tune slowly, and after the melody unfolded, he freely changed into various forms. The mood of the music is even more painful, filling the air.

Clapton once said in an interview: "I don't consciously use music as a healing agent, and besides, it really works. ”

Music was his only soothing, more effective than any medicine.

Fang Yan lost his parents, and he experienced this heart-rending pain.

He was going to cheer up the old man with music.

The sound of the piano whimpered, and the jagged notes flowed from the fingers, telling all kinds of helplessness in life, and the more depressed and sad the place, the more subtle the sound. He played along the path of "Tears in Heaven" for 20 minutes, and before he knew it, he had already detached himself from the framework of the original song.

The old man's tears flowed endlessly, and he couldn't stop it, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was whispering something.

The past is like smoke.

In the music, the nostalgia and reluctant gaze of his lover before leaving still echoed in front of his eyes.

……

Fang Yan's bomb was very slow, and the sad breath became stronger and stronger, entrenched under the plane tree, and it did not disperse for a long time.

In the face of music, everything falls apart.

At the end of the song, Old Man Qian's wrinkled face showed a smile, as if he was a little embarrassed, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers like dead branches.

"What song is this?"

"The Chinese name is 'Tears of Heaven'."

"Paradise? Hey, you say, is there really a heaven on earth? ”

“……”

Fang Yan didn't speak. He couldn't answer, but he wished he had.

The ice melted a corner and turned into a spring, and the rest was much easier. Fang Yan played the piano for more than an hour, but he didn't sing, and the song became lighter and lighter.

Like ancient magic, some sparkle appeared on the old man's face. Seeing that Fang Yan was packing up his guitar and leaving, he said, "I'll also walk around with you." ”

Qian Ning put his hands on his cheeks and stared blankly at Fang Yan, like a small animal. When she heard this, her heart rejoiced. Grandpa hadn't gone out for a walk in a long time.

They turned around a few times before they reached the gate. It was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and there were more people entering and leaving the family area, and everyone passing by looked at the old man with respectful eyes.

The young guard in the communication room ran out and stood up straight. Old man Qian instructed him: "This child's name is Fang Yan, and he will come to see me every week, so you can let him in directly." ”

"Yes!"

Qian Ning asked the guards to send her grandfather home, and she accompanied Fang Yan for a while. She thought that Fang Yan played the piano for her grandfather every week, and her grandfather would definitely be able to recover his health.