Fang Yi took a few glances at the sturdy girl, and Artur walked out of his studio. He was still wearing his work clothes, and he was obviously creating.
"I didn't bother you," Zheng Yuan said politely to Artur.
Artur said quickly: "No, I just finished painting here and am ready to stop." After saying this to Zheng Yuan, he introduced the girl walking towards him to Fang Yi and the other two: "This is my girlfriend
Mia! This is my friend Yi Fang Heyuan Miss Zheng."
"I often hear Artur and Rude talking about you." Mia shook hands with Fang Yi.
Fang Yi was a little embarrassed. It seemed that he hadn't been to Altur for two or three months. He didn't even know that he had a girlfriend, so he could only say: "I'm a little busy these days!".
After chatting for a few words, everyone went into the house, and then Mia started preparing lunch and other things, while Artur chatted with Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan. After chatting for a few words, Zheng Yuan also went into the kitchen to help.
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Listening to Artur talk about how he and Mia met. It's very simple. Mia lives not far away, and her parents also run a farm. Artur bought some ducks and so on, so they got to know each other. And this Mia
Ya also met Artur, and naturally the result was that the family sold the duck, and then lost a daughter. If Artur hadn't said it, Fang Yi really wouldn't have known that this Mia was only ten years old this year.
Eight and a half years old, not long after graduating from high school.
Fang Yi looked at the door of the kitchen. He was not laughing at his friend Lao Niu for eating young grass, but he was a little envious of Artur now. Although Mia is not as graceful and eye-catching as many girls, judging from Fang Yi's observation after entering the room,
Although this girl is only a little over eighteen years old, she is really good at taking care of the house.
Hearing Artur say that the two will be getting married in two months. While congratulating his friend, Fang Yi also felt a little disappointed in his heart. He didn't know when he would be able to find a quiet person like Artur.
A woman lives a stable life. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the door of the kitchen.
"Yi! I think Zheng is good!" Artur came to Fang Yi's side and lowered his voice.
"She may be going to Boston soon," Fang Yi replied in a low voice. In his heart, Fang Yi also thought Zheng Yuan was good, but when he thought about it, there were too many things going on here. Fang Yi was confused.
I don't want to think about this matter. Now Fang Yi wants to live a quiet life and hopes that his wife can always be by his side. Although this idea is selfish, it is really normal.
"How is Rude now?" Fang Yi changed the subject.
Artur shrugged his shoulders: "It's not like that. Painting women is intertwined in his life without any change!" The two chatted until Zheng Yuan came over and told everyone to prepare for dinner.
After tasting Mia's cooking, Fang Yi praised her very much. It's really rare for a girl under twenty years old to cook so well. This is rare both at home and abroad.
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While waiting to return to his home, Fang Yi thought about Artur's current life, which was plain yet real. He even thought for a time that he should not be so ambitious, just like Artur. Find someone who graduated from high school.
I don’t want to marry a girl who has any special skills and quietly be a housewife at home, and then have children and spend the rest of their lives together. Now that I think about it, the standard girlfriend in my mind seems to be so strong.
Of course, this idea only made Fang Yi think about it for a while, and then he continued to be fascinated by his work.
When Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan brought Qu Gu and Su Meng over the next day, there was another two-year-old little boy named Qu Yuan, Qu Gu's son.
"Why is this child so quiet?" Fang Yi looked at the young boy leaning in Qu Gu's arms and asked Qu Gu, who was sitting on the chair opposite him. Xiao Qu was very tall and delicate, not much like Qu Gu, like
There are many things about Su Meng, and he will definitely be a handsome young man when he grows up.
And he is very smart and has big black eyes. However, Fang Yi seems to be a little too quiet. He does not look like the boy in his impression at all, but more like a little girl. Now he and Qu
We have been chatting for almost half an hour. Xiao Quyuan has hardly moved or twisted.
After hearing this, Qu Gu reached out and touched his son's head and sighed to Fang Yi: "I also think it would be better for the boy to be firmer, but Su Meng and her parents have always taken care of them and taught them to be obedient. There are not many around.
Children of the same age are playing together, but they are still timid.”
Fang Yi looked at Xiao Quyuan and said: "Uncle Fang's place is not so restrictive. You can play whatever you want." After saying that, he picked up a brush next to him and handed it to Xiao Quyuan: "Take it, paint whatever you want!"
.Fang Yi only has brushes and paintings to play with here.
Xiao Qu glanced at Fang Yi from afar, then turned to look at Qu Gu, as if waiting for Qu Gu to nod. After waiting for Qu Gu to nod, he turned around and took the brush handed over by Fang Yi and said softly.
He said: "Thank you, uncle" and then did not go to paint, but continued to lean on Qu Gu's arms and fiddle with the hair on the brush.
"Fang Yi, you can fool people now. This painting is said to be a river? Could it be that you scribbled on people when you were bored? I can also paint your work." Su Meng was pulled by Zheng Yuan
After looking at the newly completed painting of the river for a while, he came over and asked Fang Yi.
When Xiao Quyuan saw Su Meng coming, he got out of Qu Gu's arms and ran to Su Meng's side. Without waiting for Fang Yi's answer, he raised his head and said to Su Meng: "Uncle painted the river!".
Upon hearing this, Fang Yi said cheerfully: "You have a bright future, and your art appreciation level is much higher than your mother's!".
"Dad is talking about the river!" Qu Yuan looked at Su Meng and said.
"Look at Xiao Qu Yuan, he's so good." Zheng Yuan obviously had different feelings about the quiet Xiao Qu Yuan and Fang Yi. She liked such little furry heads very much. She bent down and touched her little head and praised them uncontrollably.
As soon as Qu Gu and Su Meng arrived, Fang Yi put his own affairs aside and began to play with his two friends. As for teaching them how to ride horses, there was no need to teach them how to ride horses. There was also a horse farm in Canada, and the couple
They all ride fairly skillfully.
The happy two or three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Yi didn't say anything. Of course, it was not Fang Yi's turn to talk. Xiao Quyuan was just too quiet. Not only was he quiet, he was also timid. He was afraid of dogs and horses.
Even Sheep Afraid is really different from the boy in Fang Yi's mind. Compared with when he was a child, he is even more polarizing. When his mother described his naughty temper when he was a child, he usually used the same words as his mother Yu Qin.
Four words to describe it: I want to cry but have no tears.
Fang Yi, who was the only one left, naturally immersed himself in thinking again, while Zheng Yuan also began to continue busy with his own affairs.
Sitting at home, Zheng Yuan had packed up her gifts and was sitting in the living room in a daze. She was going to have an interview with the Boston Orchestra tomorrow. But at this time, Zheng Yuan was no longer thinking about the interview the day after tomorrow, but what was going on in her mind.
I was thinking about Fang Yi and Xiao Quyuan's face.
Zheng Yuan now knows that she has fallen in love with Fang Yi and wants to be with Fang Yi again, but she is still hesitant because becoming a famous cellist. Holding a New Year's recital in the Golden Hall in Werna has always been her dream
Zheng Yuan didn't know how to choose between her childhood dreams, ideals and feelings. The opportunity in Boston was rare, but it was also rare to find a man like Fang Yi who she didn't dislike. Zheng Yuan couldn't help but think about it for a long time.
When she couldn't make a choice, Zheng Yuan got on the plane step by step, and then flew to Boston. She got off the plane and stayed in a hotel for one night to adjust her mood and temporarily put the choice in the back of her mind to prepare for tomorrow's interview.
Zheng Yuan's interview, which she devoted wholeheartedly to her own preparation, was a success. When she sat in the audition performance hall with a familiar music master sitting below her, Zheng Yuan did not have the slightest stage fright and looked intently at the music score in front of her.
, one by one, almost perfect notes from his cello
The music rose in a low and magnetic way, interpreting the meandering and calm magnificence of Bach's "Eternal Sigh on the G String" to the extreme, so much so that when the last note fell, Zheng Yuan stood up.
When he bowed slightly to the dozen or so judges below, the people below him came to their senses.
The current conductor Christopher Hogwood was the first to stand up and applauded Zheng Yuan, followed by cellist Joshua Manschel, and then the guest conductor Colin Davis.
Then everyone stood up and applauded Zheng Yuan.
"Thank you!" Zheng Yuan said softly to the group of people below, then picked up the cello and walked backstage. After putting his violin back in the case, he took a look at the more than 100 people who had not yet been interviewed.
The person slowly turned around and left the interview hall. He returned to the hotel and waited for the notification of the second round of interviews.
Because of Zheng Yuan's outstanding performance, she naturally passed the second round of interviews.
The last round was much easier. There were only conductors Hogwood and Manschel, plus Davis and the three of them chatting with Zheng Yuan on the opposite side. This round was almost a formality. At the end, the rest
Among the five, Zheng Yuan has almost received an invitation letter from the Boston Symphony Orchestra.
After asking Zheng Yuan how many years he had been studying cello and who he studied under, Hogwood casually asked: "Ms. Zheng, why do you want to play for the Boston Symphony Orchestra audience?".
According to the normal pattern, now it was time for Zheng Yuan to talk about the history of the orchestra, but Hogwood's words stunned Zheng Yuan. The question that came to Zheng Yuan's mind was not to perform for the Boston Symphony Orchestra audience, but to perform for the Boston Symphony Orchestra audience.
It turned into Zheng Yuan asking herself in her heart, who do I want to play for, the well-dressed audience in the audience? Maybe, but it seems that this is not what she wants.
Who do I want to play for? Zheng Yuan kept asking herself this question in her mind. After being immersed in it for a few minutes, Zheng Yuan raised her head, looked at the three famous music figures and said: "I'm sorry! I remembered it.
Who do I want to play for!" After saying that, he stood up and bowed slightly to the three of them.
"Are you unwilling to accept this position?" Davis looked at Zheng Yuan's actions and asked casually. It was the first time today that he heard a little-known cellist refuse a position in the Boston Symphony Orchestra.
"I'm very willing, but I can't! Thank you." After Zheng Yuan said that, he turned around and left the room. When he left the room, breathing the air outside, Zheng Yuan felt relieved for no reason, and felt that his body and mind were relaxed.
When he got up, the hesitation in his heart disappeared, he picked up his piano case and walked out with brisk steps.