Amid a burst of laughter and questions, Zhou Yang greeted each of them one by one.
The masters in the Chinese music circle have no airs, and they feel like uncles and uncles next door to Zhou Yang. They are so kind that Zhou Yang is not used to them.
Zhou Yang was very respectful to them. When he performed in "My Motherland", they helped Zhou Yang a lot. Zhou Yang also learned a lot about music from them, although he was still far from being able to get married.
Although they are far away, they can also understand some profound music theory contents. In a sense, each of these people is Zhou Yang's teacher.
But the more this happened, the more Zhou Yang felt ashamed. Faced with those "completements", questions about "new works", "inspiration sharing", and those pairs of exclamation eyes, Zhou Yang felt ashamed in his heart.
Music, even if you fill in the blank notes according to your own memory, requires a lot of energy and concentrated research. Recently, Zhou Yang has been busy with some messy things, and most of the content about music has been wasted. Moreover, what he calls "
"Original" itself belongs to memory, and there is really nothing to be complacent about.
"Xiao Zhou is here!"
"Come here, why are you bringing something here?"
"Come in, come in, the old man has been talking about it for a long time..."
"Ah, hello, uncle and aunt."
"Okay, okay, okay! Come in and see the old man, there is a surprise..."
"oh oh."
The courtyard was filled with bursts of laughter and excitement.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a grand day for Mr. An Jianwu, and many people from relevant departments come to visit.
Zhou Yang originally thought that his arrival would be low-key, but he didn't expect that after chatting with these music masters, he would meet An Xiao's parents again. Especially An Xiao's mother, when she looked at Zhou Yang, she almost narrowed her eyes with a smile.
He nodded repeatedly.
During the performance of "My Motherland", Zhou Yang had a brief chat with An Xiao's mother Han Xiuqin...
Han Xiuqin was an amazing strong woman in her early years, running a computer company in the 1980s. Later, after marrying An Xiao's father, An Jianqi, she quit the company's management and became a full-time housewife, taking care of their brothers.
Sister, that computer company did not close down because of Han Xiuqin's departure. Instead, it went public at the beginning of the millennium. Its brand computer "Pentium" is the leading Chinese computer brand and one of the few domestic computers that can compete equally with imported computers.
One of the brands...
An Xiao's father, An Jianqi, is quite mysterious. He only knows that he is from the education system, but Zhou Yang doesn't quite understand what position he holds.
When An Jianqi saw Zhou Yang, he just nodded slightly without any smile.
He doesn't talk much on weekdays and is the kind of taciturn person.
After Han Xiuqin said the word "surprise" mysteriously, Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously scratched his head with a look of confusion on his face.
Then, carrying a large bag of things, he walked into the courtyard gate.
Along the way, Zhou Yang met many people, some from the Huaxia Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, some from the Huaxia Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and some from the military...
Many people who know Zhou Yang or do not know Zhou Yang will say hello to Zhou Yang.
"Zhou Yang, are you here?"
"Xiao Zhou……"
"Grandma Zhang..."
When he was about to enter, Zhou Yang saw Grandma Zhang Xia walking out with the support of a young woman.
Grandma Zhang Xia looked at Zhou Yang kindly and nodded to Zhou Yang: "Come in quickly. Well, from now on, come to our house and sit more often when you have time..."
Zhou Yang looked at Grandma Zhang Xia's smile. He originally thought it was just a polite word, and smiled and agreed a few words. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw Zhang Xia patting Zhou Yang's shoulder again, and his cheeks trembled slightly.
Then he laughed again: "I have worked hard for you all these years..."
"???"
Zhou Yang was at a loss.
……………………
The outside of the courtyard is very lively, full of all kinds of celebrations and joy.
But there was a sense of silence inside the courtyard.
When Zhou Yang came in, An Xiao came over immediately, took the gift from Zhou Yang, and signaled Zhou Yang to enter the back room.
An Xiao's expression was very serious, and the feeling of being unsmiling made Zhou Yang's mood rise inexplicably. When he walked into the hall of the courtyard, he saw An Zhibin sitting on a chair and looking out the window in a daze.
When Zhou Yang was playing, An Zhibin stood up.
"Brother Zhibin..."
"Um."
An Zhibin rarely nodded to Zhou Yang, with somewhat complicated emotions on his face, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Zhou Yang has never seen An Zhibin show such an expression until now. The uneasiness in his heart began to become stronger and stronger. After remembering Grandma Zhang Xia's strange expression when she left, the uneasiness gradually returned.
turned into tension.
He followed An Xiao from the living room to the study. Before he entered, he saw smoke filling the study.
After opening the door, I saw An Jianwu and several unfamiliar soldiers.
An Xiao frowned.
But in the end, he didn't say anything, he just walked in with Zhou Yang.
In the study room, the smell of cigarette smoke was very pungent. It was the kind of homemade native smoke.
"Grandpa An, Grandpa Yang, um...Teacher Song?"
An Jianwu and the one-armed Mr. Yang were both there. After Zhou Yang greeted the two old men respectfully, he felt a gaze staring at him.
It was an old man with gray hair, half of his face was covered in scars, almost ferocious, and one eye was obviously a prosthetic eye.
The person who supported the old man was Zhou Yang's acquaintance Song Yiyi.
The old man looked at himself, and his other intact eye was slightly cloudy, as if he had been touched by something. He took another shaky puff of cigarette, and then nodded repeatedly: "It's a bit like...a bit like...the outline is indeed a bit like...
picture……"
Song Yiyi looked at Zhou Yang and nodded, but the expression on her face was extremely serious. The moment her eyes came into contact with Zhou Yang, it seemed that she wanted to blurt out a thousand words, but she was silent in the end.
Zhou Yang looked at the old man blankly.
"Xiao Zhou, this is Master Song...your grandfather once served as a soldier under him..."
"Ah, hello, Mr. Song."
Grandpa, a person Zhou Yang never expected, unexpectedly appeared in An Jianwu's mouth, and then handed Zhou Yang a photo.
Zhou Yang took a black and white photo with cracks from Mohu. He subconsciously told Zhou Yang that this should be his grandfather, but when he looked at the person in the photo, he felt that he was very strange.
After all, he is a time traveler, and he has a very poor impression of his grandfather Zhou Chonghua. His grandfather passed away when he was very young. Other than that, Zhou Yang only knows that his family members keep tabs on him, and his relatives and friends avoid him.
my home.
Grandpa Zhou Chonghua was very dishonorable. My father said that my grandfather used to be very successful in war. Later, he seemed to be full of words such as "deserter", "living", "shameless" and "coward". Then he lived a very miserable life, which almost made the whole family look up to him.
Without raising their heads, everyone deliberately avoided talking about those years, as if they were afraid of being embarrassed at all.
"How much do you know about your grandfather?"
An Jianwu smoked a cigarette and watched Mr. Song tremblingly holding the photo and looking at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang didn't know how to answer for a while. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the table next to him. There was a pile of thick documents on the table. Each document seemed to be a few years old.
"I don't know much, but my grandfather's identity is not very respectable..." Zhou Yang answered honestly.
"nonsense!"
"???"
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, the old man suddenly stood up and slammed the table. Then his whole body was trembling with excitement and he kept coughing. Zhou Yang was startled because he was afraid that the old man would get excited.
, and then smoked it on the spot.
Song Yiyi hurriedly patted the old man's back. After he calmed down, the old man regained his composure. After a long time, the old man sighed quietly and looked out the window.
"In those years, he complained and searched for departments everywhere, but in that chaotic era, the system itself was incomplete, information was being lost every day, and people died every day. The things he complained about had never reached us.
Later, in order to avoid trouble, I hid in a small place anonymously. If you hadn't appeared and many people were checking your family background, I'm afraid a lot of things and sorrows would have been buried deep in the earth..."
"This is my dereliction of duty, my dereliction of duty!"
"..."
A letter that was yellowed and so worn that the handwriting could not be read clearly appeared in Zhou Yang's hand.
Zhou Yang vaguely saw that the letter was signed Zhou Desheng...
Looking at the contents of the letter, Zhou Yang seemed to see a long-lost past event.
The old man's face was filled with self-blame, and his eyes were full of regret.
"Zhou Yang, your grandfather's original name was not Zhou Chonghua, but actually Zhou Desheng..."
"His troops were dispersed, dispersed, reorganized, and dispersed again..."
"It proves that all his things have been lost..."
"We found some letters, and through the contents of the letters, we learned that he had been complaining all those years, hoping to defend himself, but because that period was very special. During the war, many people mingled with the crowd and tried to fish in troubled waters and become heroes. In the end, he
Some of his letters were mixed up with the complaints from these people, and they could only live with some disgraceful marks. Later, my grandfather also looked for them, but the reply he got was that he was dead, because that period was very special, with many wars.
As long as the soldier could see the complete body, it was considered good, so Grandpa did not continue the investigation..."
"If I hadn't checked your information in detail later, I'm afraid no one would have known that your grandfather was hiding in that small village under his name..."
"..."
Song Yiyi told Zhou Yang something about her grandfather.
As Zhou Yang listened, he began to feel a sense of inexplicable sadness. After the sadness passed, he felt a trace of terror.
He looked at the pile of information on the table, including army information, some photos, and letters...
There is even detailed information that Zhou Yang has never seen before, including his parents, where he got his vaccinations, and even some of the things he did when he was a child.
I didn’t expect that things from decades ago could still be found out, and in such detail.
[Your grandfather should be a hero, maybe he has been misunderstood!]
Zhou Yang suddenly remembered the first time he met Grandma Zhang Xia and her expression when she suddenly said these words.
Did it start from that time...
Have you already started checking some of your grandfather’s information?