After the call between mother and son was connected, what Yang Jingxing heard was his mother's uncommon and gentle call: "Son."

"Mom." Yang Jingxing asked knowingly, "What do you want from me?"

"Well..." Xiao Shuxia seemed fine: "Where have you been?"

"on the way……"

"Eighty thousand!" The war broke out on the other end of the phone: "Old Xiao, touch the cards, touch the cards!" "Old Xiao, play cards! If your husband and son can make so much money, why should you lose hundreds of thousands to us?" "Daughter-in-law, please play cards!"

Are you afraid, your own son is afraid too?" "Yang Jingxing, your mother is crying after losing, please put two million on her card!" The atmosphere was really similar, but I didn't hear the sound of mahjong.

Xiao Shuxia actually did not counterattack violently, and even became gentler: "Son... you have brought glory to the country!"

The group of card players were obviously stunned by Xiao Shuxia's disgusting trick, and all of them were silent. Not only the card players, but also Yang Jingxing couldn't stand it: "Don't believe that, it's not that easy to win glory for the country."

Xiao Shuxia seemed to have had some mental struggle before taking the initiative to confess: "I'm at your Aunt Chen's house, your father will be here later..."

Yang Jingxing replied, "Then you continue to play. I'll talk to you after I get off the car."

"I haven't played, I haven't played for a long time." Xiao Shuxia seemed to have regained some momentum: "Tell me...when will you pick me up to go to the United States and New York?"

Yang Jingxing was disdainful: "What's so good about New York? Nothing can compare to Jiuchun..."

Before Xiao Shuxia could say anything, Zhou Longlong's mother shouted loudly again: "Take you to New York? You have a chance to meet me! Yang Xingxing is also half my son..."

Aunt Chen, who Yang Jingxing had never seen before, also shouted: "Yang Jingxing, what do I do to you? Call your godmother and get the red envelope right away!"

Birds of a feather really flock together, and the younger-sounding voice also wants to share: "How many times did Yang Jingxing go to my house when he was a child? You asked him, Lao Xiao asked if your son still recognizes his aunt?"

Yang Jingxing asked: "Are they Aunt Guan and Uncle Jiao?"

Xiao Shuxia could finally speak: "Yes, Aunt Guan... Your Aunt Guan's son is in fifth grade, and her husband's surname is Huang."

Aunt Guan was very happy: "I said I must remember it, I have been so smart since I was a child..."

Zhou Longlong's mother changed the subject: "Okay, okay, I don't know if your father has enough money to give you a prize this time. The BMW will definitely die. I'm worried for him. My son is also tormenting me for his future success."

Aunt Chen continued to express her position: "I said, if we raise funds, my son will count me as a share!"

There was a voice that Yang Jingxing didn't recognize: "It's better if I come up with a solution for you. When the time comes, your son will belong to your family..."

Zhou Longlong's mother seemed serious: "Old Xiao, you are a very good daughter-in-law, very good!"

Xiao Shuxia seemed to be proud: "The first time I saw this girl, I thought, I didn't expect..."

Someone immediately sarcastically said: "Ouch, all your wishes come true..."

Someone also reminded: "Old Xiao, talk to your son and leave us alone."

Xiao Shuxia seemed to have nothing to say: "Son, how long have you been in the car..."

"Yang Jingxing." Aunt Chen rushed to talk about something informative: "Yang Jingxing, let me tell you, your mother blames me for not having a good computer and delaying her reading. Yang Jingxing, let me ask you, is this written on it... Use Dengfengzhi

, brilliant, outstanding... Although I don’t understand what it means, I think there must be nothing wrong with the computer, but I don’t believe that the words on the screen are wrong. Wrong, right!?”

Xiao Shuxia called out: "Son? Is that what it says?"

Yang Jingxing said: "The English is not so exaggerated. They processed it during translation."

Xiao Shuxia probably didn't want to show off to her poker friends: "Yes, yes, there's nothing wrong with your computer...Son, son...this computer might as well be thrown into the river, it won't move at all!"

Aunt Chen apologized angrily: "Yes, it was the computer that made you cry. Yang Jingxing, do you know that your mother was made angry by the computer? Don't blame me."

Yang Jingxing spoke softly: "Mom, be low-key. It's not as exaggerated as written."

Xiao Shuxia also played it safe: "Overseas Chinese newspaper means overseas Chinese, right?"

The Chinese-language reports were even more exaggerated, describing the second half of the concert as something completely unprecedented. Yang Jingxing was even embarrassed: "Let's go home and watch..."

Xiao Shuxia remembered: "I asked Yuanyuan to send it to me again later...Son, did you bring a gift for Yuanyuan? Don't forget it, or I will fix it for you! Just buy it and pay for it."

Yang Jingxing said, "I didn't forget, I brought it along when I bought it for you..."

Xiao Shuxia was not too happy and complacent, but began to read the news headline: "Chinese Spiritual Feast at Lincoln Center, Puhai National Orchestra... There is not much written about you in this article..."

Aunt Guan seems to have a good memory: "Up above, scroll forward and press the keyboard..."

Xiao Shuxia asked first: "Son, what is the name of the nun Yuanyuan mentioned? Is he one of the top ten critics in the world?"

Yang Jingxing was pragmatic: "Without this ranking... it can be said that it is well-known in the industry, but it is nothing extraordinary."

Xiao Shuxia suddenly spoke with rare sincerity: "Son, you can't be proud. How can you say such things to others when they say you are good? Fortunately, you told us..."

Aunt Chen seemed to be buying time for her computer: "Yang Jingxing, your mother is so proud of you... I am proud of you as your godmother too!"

They are all proud. These middle-aged women want to represent Jiuchun's pride. They also say who dares to bully Yang Jingxing in the future, but Jiuchun people will not agree.

Xiao Shuxia began to read aloud again, imitating the broadcast tone: "The greatest composer of the 19th and 20th centuries, the musical giant Gustav... Mahler has a famous saying, proud of himself..."

Yang Jingxing begged for mercy again and again: "Mom, Mom... don't be proud of your son because of a few words from a foreigner, okay?"

"Hey!" Xiao Shuxia seemed unhappy, but she couldn't explain why: "What's the matter?"

Yang Jingxing simply ran away: "Let's not talk about it for now. It's inconvenient to charge the phone. You and your father should go home early. I'll call you at ten o'clock."

Xiao Shuxia is like a rich person: "Buy two more phones...hang up and I'll tell Yuanyuan!"

Yang Jingxing chuckled: "Okay, whatever you say."

Xiao Shuxia reminded again: "Ten o'clock, exactly ten o'clock!"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "Well, you and dad should discuss the prize first."

Xiao Shuxia Hey: "I'll help you fight for it!"

In a spirit of loyalty, the Chinese National Orchestra's team stationed in New York took time out of their busy schedule to welcome Director Yang on his triumphant return from Philadelphia, and arranged lunch and a car to take Director Yang to the airport.

The Chinese Orchestra has initially grasped the results of Director Yang's victory in Curtis. Wen Fujiang lamented that he has been explaining to various people in the past two days why Director Yang did not accept interviews and participate in activities. It is considered a credit, even if it offends people, it is worth it.

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There is also good news here. Several principals said that the process of recording the TV program yesterday was smoother than expected. The audience was unexpectedly enthusiastic and even interested in traditional solo music. Of course, these are all inseparable from the new work.

Reputation of the concert.

No matter how many or nice verbal compliments he said, it was unrealistic. Yang Jingxing still went to ask for the prize on time, and this time he called his father. Yang Chengyi also had the tone of being taken advantage of, just like when he answered the phone to apply for pocket money from the son of a high school student: "Yeah."

Yang Jingxing was very rude: "Have you discussed this with Mom?"

Rich people have complete control over the initiative. Yang Chengyi said lukewarmly: "What are we discussing?"

Yang Jingxing called: "Mom, Mom!"

Yang Chengyi ouched twice secretly, but when he spoke again he still said in a tone: "Arrived in New York? There are still a few hours left, where are we staying?"

Yang Jingxing started boasting again: "Don't I have somewhere to go now? What I'm thinking about is who I want to give face to."

Xiao Shuxia's angry voice was transmitted across the hemisphere with zero delay: "Are you following this? Neither the Yang family nor the Xiao family has this tradition! Shame on the United States!"

Yang Chengyi was also very suspicious: "Did you make these things up yourself?"

Yang Jingxing said, "What can I do to deceive you by putting so much effort into it?"

"It depends on the situation..." Yang Chengyi still had to discuss: "If the goods are genuine and the price is good, you can also consider buying a small house in New York."

Xiao Shuxia was even more serious: "There are still a few hours left, let's go check out the house prices!"

Yang Jingxing burst into laughter: "Is it so weighty?"

Yang Chengyi also said: "As long as you, a person in your twenties, have the nerve to reach out to your family, you should ask your mother to pay. She will be satisfied today. At your Aunt Chen's house..."

Xiao Shuxia angrily scolded: "Don't open your mouth and talk about money, money, money, it's vulgar..."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Didn't you pick it up? Is it okay?"

"I took it..." Yang Chengyi suddenly changed his subject: "Hey, are you giving me and your mother something to reward? It's not easy for us to live to the age of forty or fifty without leaving any stain in our lives. You famous young man

Composer, he is also a composer from Urahai who is not even wanted by his hometown. As parents, at least we have not caused you any trouble with your reputation. In the future, your child will still be a problem. His father is 402, and he might be

When people point fingers, please be gentle..."

Xiao Shuxia betrayed her husband loudly: "Don't listen to your dad, he's talking to the back of his neck!"

Yang Chengyi said very seriously: "Tomorrow, your mother and I will go to see your grandma and your grandpa... You should also think about your grandpa on the plane."

Yang Jingxing replied: "...Tell grandpa that your son is more famous than his son."

Xiao Shuxia laughed sharply, and Yang Chengyi sighed heavily: "Don't be frivolous yet, have you thanked everyone who deserves to be thanked..."

Yang Chengyi had to tell the truth despite his wife's violent oppression. The success of the concert was definitely not due to the music. Since there were so many Chinese people present, and there seemed to be many musicians and music critics, it was definitely not Yang Jingxing's.

You can save face. Yang Chengyi also believes that as long as the Chinese are polite wherever they go, they will not blame others, so he is more worried that Yang Jingxing will be in such a hurry to return that many things will not be dealt with in time.

Yang Jingxing said that he had tried his best to be considerate, but it was impossible for him to go to the door and say thank you: "...to give face, I let their face shine, that's almost it."

Yang Chengyi hesitated for a moment: "You seem to be right...will you, the director, sit more securely in the future?"

Yang Jingxing is shameless: "Serve the school better."

Didn't Yang Chengyi know it yet: "Don't talk so nicely, you will also gain fame and fortune."

Xiao Shuxia asked: "Don't you deserve it?"

Yang Chengyi suddenly sneered: "The heaviness under heroic optimism, the compassion in heroic songs... Do you understand these?"
To be continued...