She might have planned to sleep in on the morning of the second day of the first lunar month, but Xiao Shuxia quietly went upstairs before eight o'clock and found that her son was already sitting in front of the computer and seemed to have started working. As a mother and wife, I have to lament that the Yang family is really

Thank you for your hard work, I answered the call downstairs at seven o'clock.

Xiao Shuxia is now convinced that composers are still not as good as performers. The members of the Chinese orchestra must have eaten and drank enough and are ready to go on stage with a little tinkering, and then they can have fun again, gain fame and wealth, and be accompanied by flowers, applause, and honorary status.

Maybe there are also beautiful women with money.

After being taught a lesson for so many years, Yang Jingxing would not let go of the opportunity to avenge his past humiliation. He put on a serious look and persuaded his mother to be normal and calm, emphasizing that the so-called famous is actually insignificant. If he only performs a few concerts, he will

How can it be embarrassing to bring glory to the country? Compared with those who have made outstanding contributions to the national society, a small composer is really insignificant. Moreover, Yang Jingxing knows that he is not selfless and dedicated, so he cannot accept the high hat given by others, let alone take the initiative to wear it.

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Xiao Shuxia was very surprised: "You really stand tall and see far as they say? Have you taught your mother a lesson? Should I beat the gongs and drums or be rewarded?"

A son is still a son after all. Yang Jingxing had to admit defeat and admit that pride and showing off are two different things. Of course, the mother also has the unquestionable right to care about the result. Although the concert will not start for more than half an hour and the result should be two hours later.

, but Yang Jingxing has some preliminary information to report, because he was also woken up by a phone call.

Yang Jingxing has actually not had any business contact in the past two days. Domestically, most of them exchange auspicious words through text messages. Foreign Spring Festival greeting emails only need to be copied and replied. There is no unnecessary communication with Wen Fujiang. All details were discussed before.

It was expected. However, an unexpected new situation occurred at dawn this morning, just before dinner over there. Wen Fujiang, who was too busy to leave, had to ask Ji Yangtianlin to call and wake up the composer in time.

Informed.

It can be said that a good situation breeds bad news. Of course, Yang Jingxing only told his mother the good side. The Lincoln Center has almost become a Chinese gathering center. Officials estimate that there may be thousands of Chinese in the audience tonight, accounting for nearly half of the audience.

The Puhai Chinese Orchestra feels very warm, and the New York Philharmonic has successfully tapped into a new box office.

The less harmonious phenomenon is that some small groups suddenly appear in the art center to ruin the atmosphere, put up some nonsense slogans and shout some nonsense slogans. The musicians of the Chinese orchestra did not see it with their own eyes, but they heard that it happened.

Some verbal conflicts were reported to the Consulate General who was very concerned about the performance.

Yang Jingxing is just a composer, so he can only believe that the head of the group can handle it well. However, as a musician, the Chinese Orchestra seems to have no choice but to avoid or ignore it. Everyone can just do their job well. Besides, there are more than ten or twenty people.

We can't disrupt a concert with more than 2,000 audience members.

What Xiao Shuxia is most concerned about is whether the TV news can be confirmed today or tomorrow? I heard that it can basically be confirmed tonight. Xiao Shuxia was so happy that she immediately took her son downstairs to show off to Yang Chengyi, but she thought about it again.

Heartbroken: "Your aunt must have thought that we deliberately waited for today to pay New Year greetings! She must have thought that!"

The big boss was still busier. Yang Chengyi had no time to eat breakfast and had to go out. Whether it was new or not was not important. He only told Yang Jingxing to say thank you to the musicians at eleven or twelve o'clock.

The mother and son were having a family time, but fortunately, the aunt was a relative after all and was not evil-minded. Xiao Shuxia had not had time to tell Yang Jingxing in detail in the past two days, and the ugly phenomenon that made her more and more angry and nauseated was that Li Han, anyway.

He is a celebrity, and how old is he? Why would he feel comfortable sending that kind of unclear message to a college student who is much younger than him? Is there any morality or shamelessness? Xiao Shuxia is even afraid of this kind of thing.

If word got out, she wouldn't dare to see anyone in Jiuchun, and Professor Li, Mr. Ding, and the others would definitely be disgraced.

Upon comparison, Xiao Shuxia felt that He Peiyuan was really the best choice. She praised her son for his unique and far-sighted vision. She even asked the composer to keep a distance from women in the vanity fair in the future, including Cheng Yaoyao. Although men who are engaged in business will inevitably play tricks on every occasion.

But a person must be clean and honest. Yang Jingxing can learn this from his father. If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. A gentleman can be magnanimous and a villain can live happily ever after.

Yang Chengyi really cares about his family. He only went out for more than an hour before rushing back and carrying a mandarin fish with a head in a big bag. It can still swim in a basin. Today at noon, the family of three will steam it and have a drink with his brother-in-law in Quhang on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

After that, Yang Chengyi would take his wife to Huizhou, and Yang Jingxing should have visited his aunt when he had time, and also tasted the authentic smelly mandarin fish.

Grandma called again and severely criticized her daughter.

What's the point of eating on this day without a big table and a lively meal? Are you busy? Are you busy cooking for yourself?

It's better to finish lunch early and go to celebrate the New Year, but Xiao Shuxia couldn't do anything with such a big live fish, so Yang Chengyi had to do it himself, or he could just bring it over and wait to eat it ready-made, there was still time.

"How to go now?" Yang Chengyi looked at the fish in the basin and sighed: "The composer is not finished yet."

"Are you talking to him about serious matters?" Xiao Shuxia's aggrieved expression did not last for two seconds: "How is composer Yang feeling now? Are you nervous?"

The composer stopped making trouble in the kitchen and concentrated on waiting for the news. He Peiyuan was also looking forward to good gossip like "pianist Yu Xinting appeared at the Chinese New Year Concert" coming from New York, and the time was almost up.

Before Yang Jingxing could finish writing a text message, a call rang. This time it was from Wen Fujiang. Yang Jingxing was pretty good at it, so he switched to the interface and finished sending the text message to his girlfriend.

The parents rushed out of the kitchen. Yang Chengyi grabbed the struggling fish with both hands, and Xiao Shuxia held a knife: "Who? Hurry up!"

Yang Jingxing was not slow in his actions: "Art Troupe, I wish you a happy New Year."

Wen Fujiang was a little noisy, but he didn't speak loudly: "Director Yang, today I really and deeply felt the charm of music and art. This kind of touch, this kind of appeal, this kind of excitement, I am very excited now."

Excited."

Yang Jingxing said, "I'll take it as your high praise." The parents beside him also smiled.

Wen Fujiang's tone was very leadership: "My true feelings, I want to thank all the musicians for their tireless work, thank you for today's audience, thank you for so many compatriots, I feel that I have experienced a baptism of music to the soul, although my appreciation level

not enough……"

Yang Jingxing promptly said: "You are too modest..." Xiao Shuxia simply sat down and listened with her ears, the kitchen knife shining brightly in a deterrent manner.

Wen Fujiang does not let others affect his rhythm: "But I can feel everyone's mood. This special day, special occasion, special music. I had a premonition this afternoon, a very strong premonition, but I was still attracted by the music.

Deeply moved by the sincere, warm and pure emotions!”

Yang Jingxing was really not used to the leader being so lyrical: "You have even written the report..."

"You must write, write with emotion!" Wen Fujiang's speech speed gradually increased: "Teacher Wang's analysis is right. The first performance was too sensational and surprising for us and the audience, so there are many things.

We haven’t had time to savor the emotions. Including myself, my feelings this time are also very different. My wife and I don’t like to fuss. This is my first time celebrating the New Year abroad. To be honest, I’m not used to it. Although there are so many

Friends and colleagues made us feel at home...well, come right away!"

Yang Jingxing realized what was going on and said, "Art Troupe, please do your work first. I will go to the Troupe to report to you on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year."

Wen Fujiang seemed reluctant to talk and rushed to work: "Yesterday, I called my son. He is about to enter his sophomore year of high school and is very nervous about his senior year. We have a good relationship. We play ball together and play with models. This is the first time that the whole family has not spent the New Year together. I want to express this.

I mean, tonight when I heard the dulcimer playing on the stage, I also felt my nose was sore, so I said that I felt the appeal of the music, and the composer did a great job."

Yang Jingxing said, "Then remember to bring gifts to home." Yang Chengyi also sat down, since the fish had stopped moving anyway.

Wen Fu Jiangha: "I will definitely bring it when I have time... I will call you later, during the day anyway. You can also read the news if you have time. Teacher Wang and others have lived up to their trust. We have lived up to our leaders and colleagues, and we have lived up to our enthusiasm."

Compatriots.”

Yang Jingxing replied, "You've worked hard. You should work first. After that, it's time to relax."

Wen Fujiang sighed: "I can't relax, there are too many expectations, too much care, too much attention. Then I will die first. On the seventh day of the lunar month, it's settled!"

Yang Jingxing replied: "Waiting for you to come back."

It was over now. Xiao Shuxia still didn't know what was going on, so she had to hide the blade and apologize to her husband with a smile: "What do you say?"

Yang Chengyi acted like he was presenting facts and reasoning, shaking the dead fish in his hand and admonishing his son: "When you talk to the leader, you say one or two more sentences. When the leader talks dryly, you cherish your words like gold. Who is the leader?"

Yang Jingxing has a policy: "As a young man, if you talk too much, you will make mistakes, so talk less."

Yang Chengyi was helpless, and actually didn't know clearly: "Did it meet expectations?"

Yang Jingxing is optimistic: "It sounds like it should exceed expectations."

Xiao Shuxia suddenly couldn't believe it: "Is it more successful than last time?"

Yang Chengyi estimated: "There should be more Chinese people this time..."

Yang Jingxing's phone rang again. His parents were squeezing their heads to look at the caller ID. There was no name. Yang Jingxing also

After looking at it for a moment, he answered: "Hello."

There was a female voice on the other end of the phone: "Okay, okay, okay... Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm Cai Jialu." Curtis's Chinese student had dinner together.

Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "You are so polite, where are you celebrating the New Year?"

Cai Jialu seemed to have just remembered: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year. Most of us stayed in Philadelphia yesterday, and we came to New York at noon today. Eight of us came together. When we came over, we found that almost half of the school was here, more than Julia's!

After listening to the concert, I felt so excited, so I took the liberty of making this call."

Yang Jingxing said again: "Don't be too polite. I want to go to the restaurant you mentioned when."

Cai Jialu was hospitable: "Really? Come on!"

Yang Jingxing said, "I'll treat you if you have the chance. Thank you for joining us today."

Cai Jialu seemed to be reminded by others and revealed: "Let me tell you first, did you know that Hillary is also there?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "It seems that I have also built a bridge of friendship. Did Lou Daowen seize the opportunity?"

Cai Jialu was actually not a polite girl, so she burst out laughing on the other end of the phone: "Have you seized the opportunity? Do you still remember that you like her... By the way, let me tell you, I am with you now, Lou Daowen,

Cao Hanyun, Gao Kaiwen, and caroline, janice, prima, nathan.janicesayssymphonyno.2isthemostexcitingclassicalmusicbreakthroughinthis50yeas......"

The voice admitting generously next to him seemed to be that of the black girl who had been active at the Curtis exchange meeting. Yang Jingxing also became polite: "Thank you, there is a group from Puyin visiting Curtis next month..."

"I know, I know." Cai Jialu was excited: "I have contacted you a long time ago! calmdownguys... Do you remember Ka, the cello, the one who especially admires you..."

Yang Jingxing didn't have time to think: "I'm sorry, I have an important call coming in. Let's get in touch with Mr. Cai later."

"Oh, sorry." Cai Jialu suddenly speeded up: "I want to tell you that I like the Second Symphony very much. We want to say that this piece brings us far more than just awe and admiration for talent. Our biggest consensus just now is even more admirable.

What matters is your willingness to make your talents more approachable..."

Yang Jingxing was amused: "Thank you, but I really have to hang up. I'll talk to you again when we have a chance. I'm sorry."

Cai Jialu didn't mind either: "Okay, bye, thank you, and wish you a happy new year..."

Seeing that his son hung up the phone and put the fish on the coffee table, Yang Chengyi took out his mobile phone and was a little annoyed: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Yang Jingxing called Li Yingzhen back and said anxiously: "Cooking, these calls don't come with money."
To be continued...