The elders had all rested, and Yang Jingxing went into the piano room saying that he still needed to think about his thesis. There was still more than half a month left for the defense, and the teacher had already extended his leniency to the limit. Otherwise, do you want to repeat the grade?

It's strange how Gong Shangyu, a first-year violin student from Puyin, grasped the situation and sent a text message: Senior Brother Jing Xing, happy birthday. At this time, the bright moon is shining in the sky and the stars are hidden. There will be sunshine, blue sky, white clouds and warm wind at dawn.

In this comfortable time and space, I wish Senior Brother Xing Xing that he will have love, feelings, fun, wishes, blessings and hope in his beautiful and magnificent life at the age of twenty-three. Sincerely, Gong Shangyu (The background music of this text message is Senior Brother D

Measures 43 to 52 of the second movement of the Piano Sonata).

What Yang Jingxing understands best is what's in the brackets, but Pu Hai doesn't seem to see any bright moon, and the time of the text message is displayed as 23:59 on May 17, 2011. Besides, he is a director after all, so there is no need to talk to a first-year student.

You're welcome, I don't need to return or deposit.

Could it be that the soundproof decoration of the piano room affected the mobile phone signal? It was a few minutes later than in previous years. Yang Jingxing received Xia Xue's "Happy" text message first, and a little while and a half later it was Liu Miao's "birthday".

We haven't contacted each other for half a month, so Yang Jingxing quickly replied with the word "thank you", and then "beautiful" and "female" respectively, which has the connotation of an artist.

After one o'clock in the morning, Xiao Shuxia came to the piano room. She seemed to be still awake. She took a look at what was written on her son's computer screen. It was still blank. This paper was indeed difficult to write, so she persuaded her son to go quickly.

Go to sleep, don't worry about this night.

Yang Chengyi came with his wife, so he dared to come up with ideas. Can he write about the relationship between economy and music, or the essential difference between Chinese and Western music?

Yang Jingxing had better go upstairs.

Wednesday, the 18th, was indeed a hot day. The sun was shining brightly at seven o'clock in the morning, but Yang Jingxing couldn't wait for the air conditioning to cool down, so he had to go out as soon as possible.

"What's the rush? No one else will go if you go." Yang Chengyi greeted his son, then hesitated: "I'm one year older. I'm still okay at twenty-two. Keep working hard at twenty-three..."

Yang Jingxing couldn't wait any longer: "If you have something, take it out."

"There's nothing!" Yang Chengyi took out his empty hand from his trouser pocket, a little angry: "You don't need anything, so I'm begging you."

Xiao Shuxia had the same attitude as her husband at this time: "Isn't it enough to give birth to you and raise you? If I didn't give birth to you, would you be where you are today?"

"Thank you." Yang Jingxing said, "Thank you, my father and my mother."

Yang Chengyi was so disgusted that he drove people away: "Drive carefully and see if you can come back early."

Xiao Shuxia was full of hope: "Does Yuanyuan know?"

Yang Jingxing: "I don't know if I know."

Such pitiful parents made Xiao Shuxia anxious: "I don't seem to know how I can remind her."

"Does the whole family still want to show off?" Yang Chengyi even turned his face.

Yang Jingxing arrived at school before eight o'clock, and he still had time to call his girlfriend to warn traffic safety. He Peiyuan was annoyed that the car was getting hot so early in the morning. They were completely delayed yesterday and had to rehearse well today. I hope they wouldn't be beaten again today.

"Wow wow" interference.

Near working hours, You Shangyan took the initiative to report to the director that "Wow" has begun to resonate among alumni and Puyin Friendship Musicians, although it is still preliminary. In addition, the department is studying how to take advantage of this trend to step up preparations for this year's master class.

Director Lu simply means to invite more important masters.

Director Yang was arrogant and objected directly, but he didn't need You Shangyan to be the villain. He would ask for instructions later.

After finishing that bit of work, You Shangyan went back to the office, but within a few minutes he came to the director's office with all his colleagues from the Art Center. Most of them were a little embarrassed, and a few of them said "Happy Birthday, Director" in a sparse and loose manner.

Even more embarrassed was Yang Jingxing, who quickly stood up and thanked him: "...I'll get everyone a glass of water."

Colleagues laughed and it was not embarrassing to say that women should be more careful. It was the female teacher in charge of liaison work who reminded everyone about this. Although this female colleague in her thirties was not very good at her only job.

I am heartbroken, but Director Yang still wants to express his gratitude brilliantly.

Now that we are all here, let’s have a meeting. Director Yang seems to be in a good state. He also wants to use the Art Center to help the Composition Department promote piano works, such as Zhang Mingjie and Li Shuyu, so the composition department’s piano work archiving work also needs to be done.

Completed... But anyone with a smidgen of intelligence can see that Yang Jingxing must be afraid that others will say that he only uses his official tools for personal use to create his own works.

Maybe it was to give face to the birthday girl. Everyone was more active in today's meeting. They not only listened to the arrangements but also tried to actively think of suggestions. Yang Jingxing kicked his nose and asked for a meal together at noon, but don't let the news leak out.

After pretending for a while, the meeting ended. Yang Jingxing went to ask his superiors for instructions. He even dared to ask his so-called subordinates to help find out if Lu Kaiping was in the office. However, he had to answer the phone before he arrived at Lu Kaiping's office. He had saved this number.

You can be direct and enthusiastic: "Hey, classmate Cai... hello... can you hear me?"

"You can hear it! You can hear it!" Cai Jialu didn't know what she was doing: "Hello."

"Hello, classmate Cai." Yang Jingxing was looking forward to it: "What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask you, if..." Cai Jialu's tone was quite serious: "If I printed your work and it was still unpublished, you wouldn't sue me, right?"

Yang Jingxing said: "They are all Chinese, forget it."

Cai Jialu may have been thinking about it for a while and started singing: "I love you, China..." The vocal music was too bad.

Yang Jingxing was in the corridor of the office building hahaha: "But can you tell me who is so kind to help me promote it?"

"Li Shuyu..." Cai Jialu regretted: "Don't blame him. I begged him to give it to me. I begged him hard!"

"Li Shuyu is so outrageous." Yang Jingxing could see clearly: "I thought he was so enthusiastic about helping me."

Cai Jialu's haha ​​was almost like that of Yu Xinting when she got carried away. After she finished her haha, she threatened: "Then let me help you promote it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you in advance." Yang Jingxing also lost hope: "I have something else to do..."

"One more minute, one more minute!" Cai Jialu also hummed twice like a coquettish voice: "I performed in Nantes and there was no one around me to ask for advice, so I thought, why not ask the composer himself for advice, okay?"

"I have something to do now." Yang Jingxing was not unhappy: "How about you wait until two o'clock in the afternoon? It is a quarter to ten in China now, four hours later..."

"Can't wait!" Cai Jialu said coquettishly: "I haven't slept all night long while reading. I can't sleep unless I ask clearly... I'm sorry, I'll sleep for a few hours first. Bye, thank you!"

Yang Jingxing replied: “We’ll talk later.”

Cai Jialu quickly said: "Is this my first job for Kirsty? Otherwise Gao Kevin will call me."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Then I don't know..."

"If you will play this piece of music next time you visit, be sure to let us know. I will go to both the North and South Pole." Cai Jialu said quickly: "Bye, thank you, thank you, bye, dear Mr. Yang!" Then she hung up.

Puyin’s annual piano master class has been held for so many times. It is getting better and better and its reputation is getting bigger and bigger. However, it is pragmatic in opening up the road and its international influence is still not enough. In the past, it was not loud enough mainly because of two reasons.

Some reasons include limited funds and lack of reputation. Now the conditions are much better and can even be said to be more mature. It’s better to strike while the iron is hot.

Yang Jingxing emphasized the cost-effectiveness. There are so many good teachers and performers around the world, and now students and parents have much smoother consultations... Besides, such a quick start may attract criticism.

Director Lu is not afraid of misunderstandings, but he still wants to try his best to create some sparks with Director Yang. At the level of Manast, he at least has the courage.

Director Yang had no choice but to move higher. He felt that Puyin’s educational direction should not be elitist like Curtis or business-oriented like Julia.

Lu Kaiping did not dare to challenge the line and policy and compromised, but he did not give up. He must try his best to achieve the highest level of influence with Chinese characteristics.

At eleven o'clock, Yang Jingxing went to the composition department again to hand in a thesis. At his level, it shouldn't be a big problem to come up with a self-made topic, "The Carrying Capacity of Music Creation". It was just six pages of printed paper, with both the front and back covers.

No, the table of contents, abstract, introduction, references, notes, and appendices all don’t exist, it’s so outrageous.

However, if the student does not graduate, the teacher's face may not be bright either. He Hongchui took six pieces of paper and swallowed his anger. He endured it for a while before he could bear it: "Let me take a look first."

Yang Jingxing knew it was difficult: "I'm going to learn from Professor Gong."

"The fourth draft has been revised..." He Hongchui felt very sorry for his old colleague and said angrily: "People talk too much, I said I won't change it anymore and just send it out!"

Yang Jingxing was afraid: "Then I'll go back...send me this year's graduation work for a look."

He Hongchui nodded: "Mom and dad will go home tomorrow?"

Vice-Principal He also wanted to treat the parents of the students to a meal, which was really a shame. Yang Jingxing could only excuse himself by citing family ties, as he also had a cousin...

He Hongchui knew that in the School of Foreign Languages, he had a good friend inherited from the previous generation in the School of Government. He was recently promoted to professor and became deputy dean. By the way, Vice President He remembered something more important:

"Did you hear about the symphony orchestra?"

Yang Jingxing has no contact with the symphony orchestra, what's the matter?

He Hongchui is not particularly clear. It seems that Zhang Jiahao's term of music director is coming soon. It is said that the leaders, especially the members, are not very satisfied with this term. Furthermore, there will be an election for the Puhai Musicians Association next year.

, in recent years there has been quite a bit of criticism within Puhai about the association’s competition selection and policy implementation.

Yang Jingxing, who has no one to introduce or recommend, can't join the association, and he doesn't care about those things.

At twelve o'clock, the colleagues from the International Piano Art Center tacitly went out as a group, and three colleagues even took Director Yang's car. It has been so long since the Art Center has been established, this is the first time for everyone to talk and laugh in a group activity, and they are all very happy.

Director Yang is not stingy either. He ordered a better restaurant and the food was OK, but he didn’t drink.

Director Yang told everyone not to be polite, because his colleagues even "watched him grow up." These colleagues also supported him, yes, yes, it is very different from when he was a freshman.

Talking about life and work, congratulations to the director for graduating with a groundbreaking work, looking forward to the lifelong events of Teacher You and his fiancée, the children at home, student education, piano education, the development of the times... Although it is tea instead of wine, the relationship is also growing very quickly

a feeling of.

Yang Jingxing wanted to get up and answer the phone: "Hello."

Over there: "Hello".

There was too little information, and Yang Jingxing was unsure: "Where are you?"

"It's me." Qing Xi seemed to try to show the softness and coldness of her voice: "Are you coming to the company today?"

"Who are you?" Director Yang or Mr. Yang are not as kind as Director Yang: "I'm not going to the company today, what's the matter?"

"Oh, Qingxi." As an employee, you have to be kind to your boss: "Where are you? I have something to give you."

"I'm busy." The boss doesn't report to his employees: "What's the matter?"

Qing Xi's tone remained unchanged: "Happy birthday to you."

"Oh..." Mr. Yang was quite surprised: "Thank you... but now that there are more people in the company, we don't advocate this."
To be continued...