Chapter 163: Comrades in the HIFI Circle

"Ding Dong" ......

After the doorbell rang twice, Chang Kai adjusted his standing posture imperceptibly, and looked at the door with anticipation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Unfortunately, the high music coming from Mr. Chen's house did not change, and the door showed no signs of being opened.

Chang Kai, Nian Xiaobai, and Fu Xiaoya all looked at the door expectantly, and after almost a minute, Chang Kai raised his hand again, ready to ring the doorbell again.

Nian Xiaobai grabbed him and said urgently, "Wait." ā€

"What's wrong?" Chang Kai and Fu Xiaoya both looked at him suspiciously, and asked in unison.

"I guess Mr. Chen should be playing hifi, wouldn't it be rude for us to interrupt him at this time?" Nian Xiaobai explained with a smile.

Chang Kai frowned and asked depressedly, "WiFi?" What exactly are you trying to say? ā€

Nian Xiaobai looked like a good teacher, and patiently explained, "Hifi, which is the abbreviation of high-fidelity, translates to 'high fidelity', that is, 'a replay sound that is highly similar to the original sound'. ā€

"Speak human words!"

"HIFI is a device and a group, you know what it means to be an audiophile, right? HIFI is the original intention of audiophiles, or speaker audiophiles! You should have seen the movie "Infernal Affairs", right? Andy Lau and Tony Leung met in a video store, Tony Leung took out a disc of Cai Qin to test the sound, Cai Qin's voice is the best interpretation of high fidelity; Of course, it is more ...... to play classical music with good speakers."

"Gotcha! I can almost understand what you mean now, I really didn't expect that you and Teacher Chen are still in the same circle. ā€

"There's no way, who let God be unfair to me and have to give me the most picky ears? I'm used to listening to HIFI, and I feel a strong digital smell when I listen to PCFI, and I can't wash it off! ā€

"......" Chang Kai and Fu Xiaoya looked at Nian Xiaobai with a look of being cloudy and clear, and couldn't help but look at each other, and then gave him a roll of his eyes together.

Nian Xiaobai smiled "hehe", pointed to Teacher Chen's house, and reminded with a smile, "Stop." ā€

Chang Kai shook his head helplessly and rang the doorbell again.

"It's coming!" After hearing the doorbell, Mr. Chen agreed from the inside, but it took a while for the door to open ajar, and asked with a smile, "Why are you?" ā€

Teacher Chen is dressed very similarly to Chang Kai, wearing a plaid shirt, slacks and leather shoes.

His shirt was wrinkled and his sideburns were dripping with water, making it easy to guess that he must have just gotten out of bed.

"Teacher Chen, we are here for Teacher's Day, I wish you a happy holiday!" As Chang Kai spoke, he handed over the greeting card that had been prepared a long time ago.

Nian Xiaobai also handed over the orchid in his hand in a timely manner, "Teacher Chen, Happy Teacher's Day!" ā€

Teacher Chen took the greeting card and orchid, but still held the door, "Eh, thank you, thank you!" ā€

"Teacher Chen, don't you want us to come into the house and sit down?" Nian Xiaobai asked very presumptuously, he actually wanted to go into the house to see the speakers.

"This ...... Look at my old fool, please come in! Teacher Chen was stunned and smiled awkwardly to open the door.

After entering the door, Chang Kai found that the living room of his house looked very large, at least much larger than the place he rented now, but the furnishings in the living room were extremely simple.

There was a low table in the middle of his living room, and there was not even a stool around the low table, but there was a set of kung fu tea sets on it, and this extra-large bamboo tea tray occupied almost the entire low table.

In the middle of the west wall of the living room door hangs a huge "Eight Horses", which occupies at least one-third of the wall.

Beneath the monumental painting is a bamboo chaise longue and a table of eight immortals, on which is placed an ashtray with half a cigar and curling green smoke.

To the south of the living room is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and outside the window is a balcony, from which you can directly see Chang Kai's classroom, but at this moment the balcony is bathed in the slanting light of the setting sun.

The smell of tobacco wafts through the living room as the sun shines into the living room, making the smoke stand out.

If you guessed correctly, Mr. Chen was probably lying down smoking a cigar and enjoying the music peacefully, right?

"You sit down for a while, I'll go boil water and make tea, and it will be fine soon." Teacher Chen pointed to a few piers by the door, put down the orchid in his hand, and then picked up the kettle and went to the kitchen.

After watching Teacher Chen's back disappear into the kitchen, Chang Kai and the others sat down on the short side, and then began to hope.

To be honest, Chang Kai never expected that Mr. Chen's living room would be so simple.

From the perspective of psychology, the more simple-minded people need embellishment and filling, and people with complex minds have special psychological needs for simplicity.

Teacher Chen may be a person with a story, right?

After a while, Mr. Chen walked out with a hot water kettle, put it on the base of the hot water kettle, and asked with a smile, "You all smoke, right?" Would you like a cigar? ā€

Nian Xiaobai and Fu Xiaoya are non-smokers, and although Chang Kai smokes, he can only shake his head.

But he was really a little tempted and really wanted to try it and see what the legendary cigar tasted like.

Teacher Chen smiled, got up and snuffed out the cigar in the ashtray, "Don't smoke?" Are you out-of-towners? ā€

Chang Kai was a little embarrassed, but Nian Xiaobai asked seriously, "Teacher Chen, can I see your audio?" We were standing at the door, and we listened for a while before we knocked. ā€

"Really?" Teacher Chen nodded, looking at Nian Xiaobai with a smile, "Then what do you like to hear?" ā€

Nian Xiaobai replied with a smile, "I prefer to listen to the violin, or "Song of the Wanderer", right?" ā€

"Well, do you want to listen to Heifetz, Mutter, or Frederickman?"

"Just Frederickman, right?"

"Very good choice. Now, we are comrades! Teacher Chen laughed and quoted "The Three-Body Problem".

"Teacher Chen also thinks that it is better to be Frederickman, right?"

In the same piece of "Song of the Wanderer", Mutter interprets sadness, sadness, and sorrow, and Frederickman interprets sadness, tragedy, and pathos; Mutter had more of the grievances of the ladies of the court and less of the wandering spirit of the gypsies. Heifetz is a great violinist, but he doesn't necessarily interpret this piece at the highest level. Compared with the "Song of the Wanderer" played by the three of them, Mutter did not reach it, Hafeiz did not reach it, and only Frederickman did not reach it. (To be continued.) )