There was no fuss when we arrived at the piano room, and it was already getting late. Two stools were close to each other in front of the music stand. He Peiyuan's stool was a little shorter. But the piano stool was wide enough, so Yang Jingxing simply asked his girlfriend to sit next to each other. For the sake of art

, they were right next to each other, and He Peiyuan did not protest.

The score was too thick and too big for the music stand to support. Yang Jingxing adjusted it and asked his girlfriend, "Have you previewed it?"

He Peiyuan was not very sure: "I looked at it a little bit..." She stretched out a hand to help her boyfriend press the score.

When it comes to art, Yang Jingxing is no longer polite to his girlfriend: "What's going on? Can I have some snacks? Even if it's not your boyfriend's work..."

"You still say?" He Peiyuan no longer wanted to sit on the piano bench, and she felt aggrieved and fragile: "Do I have time?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a while, but he pretended to be harsh even though he was obviously wrong: "This is not an excuse. Although the boyfriend comes first, although the relationship is the most important, although the main energy should be spent on falling in love, but... time

If you squeeze a little bit, there will still be some.”

He Peiyuan loves art: "Then don't meet tomorrow."

…

After having a fight first and then taking the initiative to reach a settlement, He Peiyuan really cherished the time: "Hurry up, what time is it." She opened the score and went to the catalog and orchestration instructions page.

Yang Jingxing laughed again: "Is Yuanyuan now a performer, a music fan, or a girlfriend?"

He Peiyuan was confused: "Is there a difference?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There are differences in the expression methods and angles of different objects."

He Peiyuan sat up and looked back and forth between the score and the composer. She said seriously: "You treat it as someone else's work. You come to appreciate and comment on it. You can have a more professional perspective. Don't worry about whether I understand it or not." She said with a modest smile.

"Yes, someone else's." Yang Jingxing nodded, thinking about entering the role: "Yuanyuan, this piece of work is really amazing. The melody is beautiful and the form is novel. The music is unconventional and the language is full of tension. Especially the third and fourth movements of the three strings.

The performance... I infer that the composer must have liked Sanxian very much."

He Peiyuan, who was frowning and struggling to endure it, had no choice but to smile, and smiled irritably: "I think his true love is for the dulcimer and the erhu... Let's not talk about this for now. Please tell me seriously!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Let me talk about the creative background first. In fact, I started preparations at the beginning of last year. I didn't think of a theme at the beginning. I just couldn't sit idle and write something..."

He Peiyuan was a little surprised: "Are you still free?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "When I come back in the evening and sit here, it's just leisure."

He Peiyuan also laughed and seemed like a friend: "It's not a bad thing. It's good to enrich it...and then what? What's the journey of your mind? Be careful."

Yang Jingxing thought for a while: "It can be roughly divided into three stages. The first stage is material preparation. When writing something, you will still express yourself consciously or unconsciously..."

He Peiyuan nodded: "I will never forget it." It was a purely artistic discussion, even with a touch of musical beauty.

Yang Jingxing: "A single person will naturally think of those things in the dead of night. I don't have many things worth recalling..."

He Peiyuan wanted to help her boyfriend analyze the creative background, but she seemed very serious: "At the beginning of last year, in January?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Probably."

He Peiyuan recalled: "Julia visited the school, that time. We were at Majestic... By the way, Tong Yichun's concert!"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "It's not that mysterious, and it doesn't necessarily have a specific relationship with the details of life. That general feeling is probably just an introduction and a bit of a tone. Generally speaking, most of the content of a work is made out of nothing and does not reflect any reality at all."

"

Although He Peiyuan does not create, she understands this somewhat, and nodded: "Then when did you decide to use folk music, and how to remember it..."

He Peiyuan also knew a little bit about the so-called creative background of the Second Symphony before, but this girl now wants to clarify the timeline.

Yang Jingxing explained that it was because the response to the First Symphony was good that he had some confidence, so he thought about integrating folk music into the Second Symphony, and then decided to use some ready-made things. He did not compose the Second Symphony specifically just to keep it in mind.

Second Symphony, and the commemorative use of those materials was before the entire network boycotted and denounced 402. Yang Jingxing, including the three-string part, had planned it long ago. The most important reason was of course that He Peiyuan was already known to the composer at that time.

He is a very important person...

In fact, the "Walking with You" incident did not have any impact on the creation of the Second Symphony at first, but what happened at Fu's barbecue did cause the composer to make considerable modifications to the work.

He Peiyuan was more concerned about the composer's mental state at the time, and asked who was the first to comfort the composer when the slander incident first happened? Do you remember when and how he said it? He Peiyuan asked these questions purely for art, not gossip, let alone prying.

My boyfriend’s old intentions.

He Peiyuan also asked: "Besides your parents, who do you most want to be by your side?"

Yang Jingxing didn't seem to have thought about this problem: "...What I hope most is that I don't even know about this."

He Peiyuan asked another question: "Of the three of them, I can only choose one to comfort you. Who should I choose?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a moment and smiled: "Can the three of us come together?"

He Peiyuan is about to have an attack...

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "It was impossible for me to make such a choice in the state at that time... When I just broke up with Qi Qingnuo, I never thought that I would be able to get together with Yuanyuan in the future, so the mental state in that extreme situation

It cannot be used as a reference or standard of measurement."

He Peiyuan looked at the composer and thought for a long time: "If you could do it again, what would you do at noon that day?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I never thought about it."

"you think."

Yang Jingxing thought: "...it has nothing to do with the work."

He Peiyuan nodded and assured: "I won't say it anymore!"

Yang Jingxing thought about it: "... Let's just leave it like that. I'm very satisfied with the present and don't want to cause any problems."

He Peiyuan pouted slightly dissatisfied.

"For me, all the things I experienced at that time were indeed regrets, not just regrets, but simply!" Yang Jingxing slapped himself, and then confessed: "But I have it now, and what I should do now is cherish Yuanyuan, not think about it.

Those regretful mistakes that cannot be made up for."

He Peiyuan looked at the composer: "But you always have regrets in your heart."

"Who doesn't have regrets?" Yang Jingxing said sourly: "Having regrets makes possessions more precious."

He Peiyuan seemed to take this trick and actually reached out to hug the composer.

However, in this piano room, after an artistic hug, He Peiyuan still respected the music: "Let's get started."

Yang Jingxing kissed his girlfriend before officially starting. He scratched the first page of music with his fingers: "String prelude, there is nothing to say..."

He Peiyuan asked strictly: "Tell me, why do you write it like this?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There has to be a beginning, and the most common method... If there is something to consider, it is to let the audience get into the mood quickly, and then echo the folk music that follows, so as not to be too abrupt and uncomfortable."

He Peiyuan looked like a layman: "How to respond?"

Yang Jingxing began to turn the pages, explaining how to build a foundation in the audience's mind in advance...

He Peiyuan broke the casserole and asked why it was handled like this?

The composer patiently explained that it was either supported by technical theory, experience, or inspiration. There were even tentative things, which can be called innovations.

He Peiyuan clearly argued: "How could you think of trying this?"

Yang Jingxing had no choice but to say, "Maybe this is called talent."

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes and said...

After all, it is a symphony. It would take days and nights to analyze it word for word like these two people did. Seeing that it was already past nine o'clock, He Peiyuan lost her patience and asked the composer to ignore those excessive common sense things: "

…Tell me what you think is the most exciting and the one that embodies your talent.”

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "It's the whole book."

He Peiyuan stamped her foot and corrected her statement: "The conductor was full of praise and pondered over and over again, like the suona and panpipe section of "Wen Mo"."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Let me see, there are too many and it's difficult to choose..."

He Peiyuan didn't believe it. She definitely couldn't choose a boyfriend, so she leaned slightly to one side, rested her chin on Yang Jingxing's right shoulder, and waited to see the joke, her smile already brewing.

Yang Jingxing looked at his girlfriend, smiled back, and quickly found her: "This is about to end, the dulcimer will show up here first..."

He Peiyuan could only make a weak voice from her mouth: "Mengmeng..." She held her chin up, her face tilted upward, and her gentle breath blew against the composer's cheeks and ears.

Yang Jingxing's face turned cold: "Are you looking at the work or settling old scores?"

He Peiyuan still wanted to ask: "Why is it so exciting to come here?" She shook her chin.

Why is it wonderful? Yang Jingxing analyzed it from the perspective of technical theory and musical color, rather than the composer’s personal feelings.

He Peiyuan seemed to be willing to accept it, and wanted to look at the score and listen to the analysis, so she turned her head and put her ear on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Yang Jingxing boasted: "...So changing the theme and motivation would have the same effect, but it was just a little selfish at the time."

"If it were you, you might not have such good inspiration." He Peiyuan wanted to verify her point of view: "I would also like to see Nono's, and Tingting's first."

Yang Jingxing couldn't bear it: "Yuanyuan!"

He Peiyuan pulled away and stopped cuddling. She was disappointed: "I just said that I cherish the present because of regrets. Now you are bothering me because of regrets!"

Yang Jingxing admitted defeat: "Go ahead, just say it, say more."

"Stop talking, you just want to hear it, it's a beautiful idea..."

Fortunately, He Peiyuan did not always pursue the composer's personal journey, and she also showed enough patience for those technical theories that she was not familiar with. She even had the musical imagination to worry about it from the perspective of a conductor, or Yang Jingxing himself

How would you handle it if you were in charge?

Yang Jingxing said: "...it would be best if the cello group here could rehearse a few more times. If the crescendo effect is not ideal, it will also affect the color of the pipa. Pay attention to the brass pipes, and the timbre and volume must be neat."

He Peiyuan worriedly suggested: "Then mark it clearly...be more detailed. Philharmonic brass pipes are not good."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I only tell my girlfriend about such high-end things."

Of course, He Peiyuan knew that the composer should not be too self-righteous, but: "...you have always loved the symphony. Wouldn't it be better if you didn't want to premiere it? They say that the gap between the First Symphony and New Ireland is huge!"

Yang Jingxing: "You must not say it. If you say it, it is equivalent to saying it to me."

He Peiyuan was sad and sulky.
To be continued...