Chapter VII was completely duplicated with Chapter VI, so all of its contents were deleted.

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Come,I'll start publishing my new work.,I hope you like it.,I hope you can leave a message to discuss.。

Although the background of this book is the new China, the new era, but people's ideologies are very different, therefore, although this story is narrated by the life of a heroine, she reflects many aspects of society, human weaknesses, and bright prospects.

People have the dilemma and struggle of living in real life, and they also have the romance and satisfaction of living in the virtual world.

However, these stories are the true stories of the people and things around the author, but the author has no writing and is not wonderful, but they can provide a lot of life experience for every reader who reads carefully. Because it contains the means of subsistence of a large number of people living at the grassroots level.

Here, I'm going to forward an article from someone else, "Bet", to complete the mistake I made by repeating the previous chapter without checking my own article carefully as a punishment for myself;

Gambling

- An artist's story

A few years ago, I returned to Hong Kong from Vienna to apply for the position of Principal Violinist of the Symphony Orchestra.

I was a week late because of the airline staff, and the position was already available.

The orchestra commander seemed to see that I was living in a very poor situation, so he enthusiastically introduced me to a temporary job to work as a performer in a certain mailbox's restaurant, in addition to free food and lodging, and a daily remuneration of 1,000 yuan.

With a ten-day flight, I could earn money to travel back to Europe, so I gladly accepted.

Early the next morning, I took my piano to the office of the post company to report for duty. This time I came early, and I couldn't enter.

As he was hesitating, he heard the sound of a piano coming from a nearby piano room.

This man is so good at the piano that Bach's most difficult repetition practice is no longer in question.

After a few minutes of warm-up, an unfamiliar tune was heard. What kind of tune is this? I've never heard of it.

Melancholy, wandering, sadness... After about fifty or sixty bars, the melody didn't seem to find a breakthrough, so I started from the beginning.

Through the wooden door, there was no player to be seen, but I could have guessed from the sound that this was a female piano teacher, and that these dozens of bars were her composition.

The sad melody portrayed her heart. She must be in the midst of a choosing.

The telephone bell interrupted her creation and confirmed my speculation: "Hey? The voice suppressed dissatisfaction.

"I've already told you that I'm not going to be in a pageant! First, I'm not beautiful! Second, even beauty will not be shown to those boring men! ...... Since you said it was my mother's will, you might as well help her sign up and tell her to choose! ......

Thank you for your kindness, I don't like to wear headhairs. If you must buy it, then you can buy it and give it to my mother directly, so that she can wear some fake jewelry to the party of the rich wife every day! ”

Words are the voice of the heart. Although she did not see anyone, her language had already shaped her image.

At this time, the post travel agency was already open, and it took about 20 minutes to sign the contract.

When he came out, the melancholy sound of the piano still came from the piano room. There is no breakthrough, and I still stagnate in that melody.

I had an idea, ran downstairs as fast as I could, stood across the street from the open window, took out the piano, tried the pitch, and vigorously pulled a few almost noisy chords with the bow, in order to stimulate her eardrums and get her attention.

Sure enough, the trained ear was particularly sensitive to music, and she stopped and listened.

I repeated her melody first, and then used a few bars of transition to take her out of the encirclement. Take her out of the piano room, to the wilderness, to the sea, to the sky.

I tried to open her heart and dispel the gloom and gloom.

I even used a series of sixteenth notes to disassemble her melody into a joyful rhythm.

At that time, I was inspired and stimulated by her, and I was fully engaged.

The inspiration collided to create a dazzling spark. Later, I had forgotten myself, forgotten her, forgotten everything, and the notes flowed out almost unimpeded.

Some passers-by put the money into the piano case. When I was studying abroad, I used to stand on street corners and play in exchange for bread, so I used to it.

The jingle of the coin didn't affect my immersion and contemplation. But a few screams of car horns woke me up.

An open-top running car pulled up beside me. The owner of the car is heroic and full of confidence.

He honked the horn twice, and finally he could not hold back, and shouted loudly into the open window: "Anna! Anna! "My gut told me that Anna was the harp teacher, and that this ambitious man should be her suitor.

Two minutes later, a dignified but unbearably beautiful girl appeared in front of us with a sense of anger.

He held up the flowers and smiled at her. She said without gratitude: "This is not your garden, please take into account the feelings of others, okay?" ”

He still retained a flattering smile despite this: "I will only take care of your feelings!" Seeing her anger heating up, she hurriedly took out a check: "Since you don't like the first trim, then you can buy whatever you like!" The girl looked at it and asked, "This is for me?" "Yes!" As he spoke, he opened the door. The girl didn't get into the car, but she walked straight to me.

At that time, I was attracted by her demeanor, and I froze in place stiff and somewhat rude.

"You taught me a lesson, it's my Enlightenment teacher!" As he spoke, he gave me the bouquet and put the check in my case, carefully pressing the coins in the box, probably for fear of the wind blowing away.

At that time, I watched her get into the car, listened to her tell him to cover the car, and watched the car disappear, and I didn't seem to see or hear it.

When I came back to look at the check, I couldn't help but let out a wow!

It was a cash cheque with an amount of HK$1,000,000!

I closed my eyes and let myself revel in for a few dozen seconds, then I bought some stave paper at the stationery store and found a Western café to record my previous impromptu tunes.

After a few hours, I finally got off the script.

The piece was composed under the inspiration of Anna's main theme, hence the title "Anna a Florensky."

I subconsciously referred to her as "the heroine of Anna Karenina, and I thought of herself as the heroine of Vrensky." Anyway, the song is a bit poignant, which makes the name almost apt.

I stuffed the photocopy of the transcript into the uninhabited piano room and went on the post.

Ten days later, as soon as I came ashore, I went straight to the piano room. Unfortunately, the classroom was empty! Upon inquiry, she said that she had quit the lease.

No matter how much I tried to probe, it was to no avail.

Since then, the fragrance has been faint, and there is no chance to see you again!

Later, I received an offer from the Vienna Orchestra to fulfill a two-year principal contract. As soon as the contract expired, he gave a solo performance in Hong Kong under the arrangement of the manager.

Despite the tight schedule, I still had a glimmer of hope to see the maverick Anna again.

The last session of the concert. I went down to the hotel lobby with my entourage and suddenly heard the sound of a piano coming from the café, and the song was "Anna. Vrensky".

Could it be her? I can't believe it! Because I've had a CD album, I don't know if anyone else plays it.

I walked quickly to the triangular harp, it was her! I looked closer, and yes, it was Anna! It's still plain, it's still shirt, and jeans.

She probably didn't know I was on a record. On that record I've changed the solo to the coax and violin, and she's playing the version I stuffed into the slits.

At the end of the song, I stepped forward, she was stunned at first, and soon recognized me: "You are... Wrensky? ”

I didn't bother to answer, I just grabbed her hands with both hands! "I'm sorry! Because I couldn't find you, I published your creations without your approval! ”

I motioned for the staff to bring a CD, "Well, I've stated on this envelope that I'm working with you!" ”

She didn't seem to hear what I said, and those tearful eyes looked at me without blinking, "You know what? You helped me win a fight! Help me change my fate! ”

It turned out that day I was looking at the car and walking away, but it didn't end there.

The two men in the car had a debate about me:

The suitor is a rich man, and he is quite unimpressed with Anna's approach.

Although 1 million is not a large amount for him, it is a huge amount of money after all. Anna shouldn't have waywardly rewarded a busker without his consent.

He was even jealous, and the object of his jealousy was half a beggar!

Anna, on the other hand, accused him of interrupting the performance with a car horn, for which the check was made.

Besides, since the money was given to her, she has the right to dispose of it, not to mention that people may not exchange the check!

"What? You naively thought that the guy who lived on a few strings didn't go to the bank to withdraw money? ”

"Not everyone is like you. In the eyes of artists, there is no substance more noble than art! She said, "You are a layman who doesn't even know how many strings a violin has!" ”

He was angry. "Good! That so-called artist of yours is smirking and counting the money, and you think he's taller than me! ”

"You don't understand music, you don't understand the expressive power of music at all. The piece he played just now was his improvisation, a confession from the bottom of his heart.

I felt his heart, his likes and dislikes, and his life. Do you know how hard and difficult the road is to art? A person who is in a hurry for quick success will never choose this path! ”

"Then in your opinion, this person will not take the money?"

"Nope! I'm a little sorry for my disrespectful and superficial behavior! ”

"How about we gamble?"

"Gamble? What to bet on? ”

"Just bet on whether he will take the money!"

"How about taking it away? What if you don't take it? ”

"The check is valid for six months. If he withdraws the money during this time, you will have to marry me and sign up for the beauty pageant! ”

"What if he didn't take the money?"

"Then I will disappear in front of you, and I will no longer pester you again!"

"Good! Deal! ”

"No one is allowed to go back on it!"

Anna lost her father at a young age, and the family has been in the middle of the road ever since. It was her mother who worked hard to support her as an adult.

His mother loves her daughter very much, and focuses all her energy on her daughter's future, so she would rather be single than remarry.

Her mother wanted her to marry into a wealthy family, so she tried her best to persuade her to marry the son.

Anna has a unique temperament, obsessed with art and the pursuit of her true self, which is incompatible with the worldly son.

That boy is vain and superficial, and always wants Anna to participate in the beauty pageant. If you can win, you will be able to show off your capital among your relatives and friends.

Neither the mother's arrangement nor the suitor's request was acceptable.

But when she thought of her mother's nurturing grace and the disappointment brought to her mother by disobeying her mother's order, she couldn't bear it, and she was wandering and difficult to decide, and her mind was depressed.

Now that he has made a bet, although there is no certainty of winning, there is also a glimmer of life. Now that the words have been spoken, let it be left to fate!

The concert was held at the Cultural Center.

Because "Anna Frensky's melodies are melancholy, both European classical and oriental, and refreshing, so the record has been taken seriously by both the world and the outside world.

Tickets for the three towers sold out quickly.

Before each piece is played, I tell the background of the piece and my understanding of the piece, and try to connect with the audience. This kind of talk-style communication is very popular. The atmosphere was harmonious and warm.

Finally, the finale track "Anna" arrived. Because I couldn't contact the author of the main theme before the release of the album, and I didn't want to steal it for myself, I talked about the source of inspiration outside the piano classroom in Causeway Bay on the envelope.

No, this kind of encounter and later missed experience has been talked about by music fans and has become another focus outside the music.

When I announced to the audience that I had met Anna unexpectedly two hours earlier and had successfully invited her to play this song with me, it blew up! The entire audience gave a standing ovation and shouted "Anna! Anna!".

Anna stepped out of the side curtain a little shyly. The shirt denim is not powdered, like transparent mineral water, and like a sparkling blue diamond.

When I said I asked her to participate in today's performance, she was a little timid. Although her technique has long since reached the performance level, it is not a solo but a co-ordination.

The co-ordination is to go through the run-in and produce tacit understanding in order to perfectly express the artistic conception of the work.

When I was performing, she took the time to listen to the CD a few times backstage, and it was clear that she had some confidence.

We studied it during the break, and tonight it was two composers playing their own compositions.

We have the freedom to liberate. Let's relax, improvise, and don't stick to the annotations on the original score.

At the beginning of the applause, we looked at each other and gestured softly, and the first note was played at the same time.

At first, we were a little jealous, always thinking about accommodating each other, and slowly put into the prescribed situation, and everyone was able to do whatever they wanted.

At this time, the two instruments are intertwined with each other and complement each other. I was in the background when she played the main string, and she was embellishing when I played the main string.

Sometimes they ask each other, sometimes they chase each other. When the music enters the climax, she adds and subtracts at will, and retracts it freely.

I also improvised a change of pace and re-disassembled.

She can let me hire her, fill in and polish without hurry. Not only did I not bother her, but I was inspired by her to add new content in real time.

She seems to be in touch with my heart, always preparing chords as soon as my notes come out to accentuate and enrich my intentions.

That night, we used everything we had learned in our lives to complete the performance.

The audience is mostly connoisseurs and veteran music fans. They both knew that the song was a collaboration between two strangers.

And this performance is dirty, unprepared, spark-to-spark docking and collision.

They have an understanding mentality, and their expectations are not high. But our collaboration was a surprise and a testament to how much more music can connect than words.

At the beginning of the song, the audience stood up in unison, first with warm applause, and then the applause turned into a rhythmic and neat snapping sound!

I started playing the piano at the age of 5 and for 30 years. The loneliness, hardship, and poverty during this period are really insignificant. The only consolation in my life is the approval of the audience.

I took her hand and bowed down deeply and reverently. I held the piano high above the top and slapped the back with my bow, echoing their love.

When the curtain falls, looking at the back of the curtain, the musicians will be extremely lonely and desolate.

Suddenly, Anna began to cry. First there were silent tears, then involuntary sobbing, and then murmuring wordless sobbing.

I took her into my arms and asked her why.

After a long time, she pointed to my piano and then simply took it.

She flipped the piano over, revealing my secret – the back of the piano was the million-dollar check that I had taped securely.