Yu Dongqing thought of the madness of watching the show in the rain last night, and how this yellow hair couldn't be associated with a talented girl.

However, he is indeed a student of a 985 key university, and I heard that the Chinese language and literature major of Sichuan University is also very good.

So the two of them carried travel bags and took the cable car straight to the top of the mountain.

Located at the top of the mountain, the Sky Library is shaped like a lotus flower blooming on the top of the mountain from a distance, which is very beautiful.

Yu Dongqing and Chen Guoguo entered the library with great interest, and there were quite a lot of people inside, most of them were young men and women who came to the concert, taking advantage of the morning break to read books.

There are 3 floors in the museum, the ceiling is designed with a mirror surface, and the surrounding glass curtain wall is reflected, Yu Dongqing took a book at random, sat on the bottom of the revolving building, the sunlight outside shines in through the glass skylight, and does not feel hot but has a kind of warmth.

Chen Guoguo also chose a book and sat quietly beside him.

"Uncle, I really didn't expect that you are also a literary and artistic youth." Chen Guoguo looked at the book Yu Dongqing chose a little surprised.

It is "An Afternoon Music Time with Seiji Ozawa" written by Haruki Shugami and the famous conductor Seiji Ozawa of RB.

This book is not as famous as "Norwegian Wood", "Listen to the Wind" and "1Q84". But Yu Dongqing likes to watch it very much.

The content is about the RB Kanagawa to Tokyo, from Honolulu in the United States to the shores of Lake Geneva in Switzerland, on the express train to Paris, Seiji Ozawa and Haruki Murakami enjoyed classical music while enjoying music, literature and life in the afternoon accompanied by warm tea and snacks, and enjoyed the beauty of words and music from the interesting conversation.

Now hearing Chen Guoguo say this, Yu Dongqing raised his head and said with a smile; 'I don't talk about literary youth, I'm engaged in music editing and production, and occasionally write songs, so I like to read books on this subject.

"You're a musician....... No wonder. Chen Guoguo listened thoughtfully.

"I've read this book." Chen Guoguo replied.

Oh?

Yu Dongqing put down the book and asked with interest: "Then are you interested in Haruki Murakami as a writer, or are you interested in the classical music described in the book?" ”

Chen Guoguo clasped his hands on his knees and pondered for a moment before replying: "You know that I like rock music, but I am not very interested in classical music. As for Haruki Murakami....."

Chen Guoguo tilted his head and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Do you know that such a sentence is popular in the literary circle?" ”

"What?"

"If you want to be a high-level literary and artistic youth, you must know: French literature is the most suitable, German literature is fully valued, RB rarely has good works, and the works of Haruki and the like can't enter the eyes of high-level literary youth, which is the reading material of middle-level literary youth. There is no literature in Korea, and modern China can read it, but contemporary works are not actively contacted. ”

Listening to Chen Guoguo's words, Yu Dongqing felt very fresh, he was not a literary and artistic youth, and he didn't know much about this so-called circle.

"I don't think the literary value of Haruki Murakami's books is very high, but what is commendable is that he is one of the few outliers among famous writers who understands music and is obsessed with music, rock, folk, jazz, blues, and classical interspersed with roundabouts, and listens to them very miscellaneously."

"A large part of the fun and mood of his works is supported by music, and "Norwegian Wood" is the title of a song by the Beatles, which has influenced many literary and artistic youth." Chen Guoguo talked eloquently. "Yes, what I appreciate most in this book "Afternoon Music with Seiji Ozawa" is his attitude towards music." Yu Dongqing echoed: "There was once such a passage that I thought was very interesting. ”

"I guess...... Isn't that the sentence? Chen Guoguo took over the topic and continued:

"Music must be something purer and more introspective. At least it is not easy to associate music with tangible "things", and perhaps think that the two are very different. It's not hard to imagine that combining with music in this way must be more free and have more space. ”

"Maybe it's a little bit close to the joy and freedom of reading literature directly from the original text without relying on translation. Schoenberg once said, "Music is not a sound, it's a concept." ”

After speaking, the girl winked at Yu Dongqing playfully.

Scold?

Yu Dongqing looked at her with admiration.

Sure enough, she is a talented girl in the Chinese department.

"Tell me, Guoguo, how can you be such a delicate girl as you like rock and roll? Especially the alternative music of death metal, which has a heavy taste and is associated with politics, religion, and resistance? Yu Dongqing asked curiously.

This question had been in his mind for a long time, and he took this opportunity to say it.

"Uncle, I'll correct you a problem first. I love rock simply because I like it, and listening to music makes me happy, and for no other reason! Chen Guoguo replied very seriously.

"Last night when I was scrolling through the circle of friends, another short article said, "Elvis is about love, Lennon is a hypocritical middle class, and European and American rock is nothing but sexual liberation",

As an avant-garde rock listener, I can't wait to drag the original author out and punish him for listening to all the pre-rock bands! ”

"Music is music, those boring people always like to associate rock and politics with the hippie movement, when will rock 'n' roll be just a kind of music innocence?!"

"Yes, music is music, just like you said in the book, music must be a purer, more introspective thing." Yu Dongqing appreciated.

"There's another reason, of course." The girl smiled again and said: "I have been a good girl in the eyes of my parents since I was a child, docile, obedient, and good at learning......"

"Actually, sometimes I want to indulge myself, I want to skip my homework once, deliberately skip school to play with illness, and cut my own ultra-short hair, I didn't dare to do this when my parents were around when I was in middle school, but when I went to college, I achieved it all! Including listening to rock 'n' roll! ”

"If my parents knew that I had traveled all the way to Zhangjiajie to participate in the music festival, and now I was chatting with a strange uncle here and sleeping in his tent at night, it would scare them to death!"

Speaking of this, Chen Guoguo giggled, as if he was a little fox who had just stolen candy.

Yu Dongqing looked at her short yellow hair again.

I sighed slightly.

"Uncle, then tell me why you like folk songs? People say that people who like folk songs are people who have stories. Chen Guoguo asked again.

Yu Dongqing laughed when he heard this.

"Don't be deceived by those jokes made up in Netease Cloud, I once formed a band with a few classmates in college, and I have been fond of folk songs since then."

"Are they those uncles who are with you?" Chen Guoguo interjected and asked.

"Hmm......" Yu Dongqing replied.

"At that time, there was a popular ballad in the university: love ideals, yes and girls. This is the most common word in folk songs, everyone feels that they have a story, unique literary characteristics, and a special vicissitudes in their hearts.

"Actually? How many vicissitudes can a person in his teens go from one school to another, but Xin is worried about giving new words. ”

"And then?" Chen Guoguo asked.

"Later, when I went into society, I got older, and I encountered many things...... But they are all living beings in this world. If you hear your own story, then you have a story; But there are still many people who are moved by other people's stories. ”

"Actually, I think each of us is a person with a story to tell, and we are unique."

"Uncle, what you said is so good!"

Chen Guoguo had a look of admiration on his face.

On this summer morning, the two sat side by side on the steps of the library, chatting for a long time without saying a word.

About music and life, tyranny and life, poetry and distance.

Until they were awakened by their phone call.