When he woke up the next day, Quan Hao rubbed his still swollen head, and it was past nine o'clock in the morning. Yesterday's wine was drunk until eleven o'clock, and then they dispersed. The one who needs to be taken care of the most is, of course, Brother Shan. Everyone called a taxi for him, and only then did they disperse after seeing the car turn the corner and disappear. When Quan Hao stepped onto his half-used electric car, he was still lamenting that the plan couldn't catch up with the changes. The original night tour was completely ruined, and if you go to the lake to play the harmonica at this time, it will not be a mood but a neurosis. Maybe they'll call the police.

But if you accompany your friends, you can't complain. Not to mention Brother Shan's situation. I had to ride an electric car and go home.

Maybe it's thinking about it day and dreaming about it at night. I couldn't find the feeling for a week, and suddenly I was able to pass through my dreams. In his dreams, Jeon Ho is the greatest musician in the world. The music he poured into his soul was flawless. From the first note to the end, the flow flows in one go. In a trance, he returned to Streamer City, and people thanked him. It is the best tribute to them to describe his re-creation of "Elegy of the Streamer" as having fully surpassed the original version.

Then he woke up.

Many people have the experience of waking up knowing that they were dreaming, but they can't even tell the slightest detail of the dream.

The same is true for Quan Hao. When he realized it was a dream, he immediately tried to extract the vague memories. The beautiful melody in the dream seems to be in my ears, but I can't grasp it. Scratching your head in a hurry won't help. He grabbed the harmonica in vain to find the feeling of Fu Ling's heart, but what he gained was only the stagnation of his constant companionship. That state of how to come and go seems to be just an illusion in a dream.

Yu Chaoxin is a student at the Provincial Conservatory of Music, majoring in violin. In the eyes of ordinary people, he naturally belongs to the tall group of people who deal with Western musical instruments all day long. But his own family knows his own affairs. If you put the people who are engaged in music work in China into a big circle, people like him are only the bottom of the bottom of this circle.

He's not been in a good mood lately. I'm about to graduate, but I haven't decided on a job yet. The students who have good grades in the class or have connections either go to graduate school or join the orchestra, and it is the time when the spring breeze is proud. However, he interviewed several companies in the music industry and did not reply. So much so that he didn't even participate in the group party, for fear of being asked about work.

No way, who told him that his grades were always in the middle and lower reaches of the class. The teacher even bluntly said that his performance lacked spirituality and was not optimistic about his prospects in this industry. For a person who picked up the violin at the age of five and always thought that he would rely on it for his whole life, this is tantamount to five thunderbolts.

Is it really like what his parents said, go home and become a music teacher? Yu Chaoxin was unwilling. His parents were music teachers in middle school, and they were the ones who led him down this path. Maybe he can find a stable job in his hometown, open a music class to recruit a few students, and live like this for the rest of his life. But it's just a re-walking of the path that my parents have taken. He still wanted to stay in the big city. The last time my father called to ask what he meant, he didn't let go.

Because he didn't want to go home, after finding a job, he took on a few violin tutoring jobs. After graduation, if he rents a house and settles down, he still has a sum of money in his hand, which he has saved from working as a tutor for several years. But I don't want to sit and eat empty. It turns out that it is not much trouble for a student of a popular musical instrument like him to only think about supporting himself. Nowadays, there are parents who want to find a music teacher for their children. In addition to the kind of professional classes, there is also a large market for tutors like guerrillas who can provide door-to-door services. Parents and parents are also different, some value the professionalism of teachers, and some think that one-on-one teaching mode is more beneficial for children.

Today, Yu Chaoxin has just finished an hour of door-to-door teaching, carrying a half-new piano case. Bow your head and walk out of the unit door of the student's house. His interest was not very high. Although the family had great respect for him, he clearly felt that his students had not improved much in violin under his tutelage. The ten-year-old bear kid was simply coping with errands and was absent-minded a lot of the time. It makes him feel more like a nanny than a teacher. Although it doesn't matter whether he teaches well or badly, he can get the reward without a bad point. But this feeling of doing useless work can't make people feel high.

"I'm leaving, less than the teacher. He was greeted by his student's grandfather, a little old man who was always happy. The old man has long since retired, and his wife has also passed away, and he has been living with his son. usually helps to watch the children, which is the most important thing for him, the only grandson. Every time Yu Chaoxin came, he was afraid that it would affect his grandson's learning. I was busy taking the radio downstairs and listening to the play while enjoying the coolness.

Yu Chaoxin smiled and nodded, and the familiar "Lin Hai Snow Plain" was coming from the radio. "Yes, today's lesson is over. Tong Tong is quite obedient. There has been an improvement in fingering. I also taught him an etude, and he played it well. You can listen to it when you go back. "Parents naturally have to pick up the good ones.

The old man smiled and waved his hand. "I don't understand this, it's enough for an old antique like me to listen to it. Besides, Tong Tong never let me and his father listen to him play the piano, so his mother has ears. ”

"It doesn't matter. Tong Tong is just young, I don't think he will be able to grow up. Yu Chaoxin casually said a few perfunctory words. I was about to say goodbye. Just then, a melody suddenly drifted into his ears.

"Huh?" the sensitivity of his profession made him concentrate at that moment. Although they were only a few disconnected bars, he could tell that they were similar in style and clearly belonged to the same score. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have grasped some of the qualities that led to the world's famous songs from these simple notes.

When he wanted to listen more closely to the unknown tune. Some noises that are not usually noticed, but are no more harsh at this moment, disturb the ears.

Yu Chaoxin frowned slightly, it was the sound of opera on the radio. He is not a fan of quyi, but he usually doesn't feel that he can't be in his ears. At this moment, this high-pitched singing voice made him hate it like never before.

I don't know if he noticed Yu Chaoxin's thoughts, the old man turned off the radio. Suffering from the two voices, Yu Chaoxin's expression suddenly relaxed. The ear can finally concentrate on what he wants to hear.

The melody didn't seem to want to live up to his focus. As soon as the song turned, the prelude sounded. The complete movement is presented section by section. The song is generally pathetic, with a tactful and low tone at the beginning, and a bleak aria lingering. Although there are occasional changes in the middle, they are always high-pitched and suppressed. It wasn't until the end of the whole movement that the key became unusually intense, and then it plummeted down at the most point, and the sound was so low that it was almost inaudible and more poignant. Lower and lower until it fades away.

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