There was a knock on the door. Pei Hongyu opened the door, looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with confusion, and asked in English: "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Liao Yuanliao."
The middle-aged man took out his business card diligently: "I am also from China. This is my business card. My son Wu Di also came to participate in the Tchaikovsky Competition. He is in the piano group. He has always admired Mr. Liao very much...
"
Pei Hongyu took the business card and looked at it, and saw the words "General Manager of Engineering Department of Nanhai Construction Group, Wu Zhongsheng" written on it.
"Wait a moment."
Pei Hongyu said this, turned around and left. After a while, she returned and said to Wu Zhongsheng, "Come in."
Wu Zhongsheng was overjoyed and walked in with the gift box in his hand.
Liao Yuan was reading a book, but when he heard the noise, he stood up, shook hands with Wu Zhongsheng, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Wu."
"Hello, Mr. Liao."
Wu Zhongsheng excitedly put the gift box aside, took Liao Yuan's hand and shook it vigorously, "Mr. Liao, I have always wanted to meet you. My son likes to play your works the most, such as "Defending the Yellow River"
,"Flight of the Bumblebee"……"
Liao Yuan's smile did not diminish as he listened to Wu Zhongsheng's lengthy praise. After a long time, he asked, "I wonder why Mr. Wu came to me this time?"
Wu Zhongsheng paused and then said with a smile: "Wu Di has won many piano competition championships in China. He was once known as the piano prodigy of our Nanhai Province. Although he has grown up now, his strength has not diminished. This year
I just turned seventeen and passed the qualifying round of the Tchaikovsky Competition. I heard that Mr. Liao was the judge of the piano section of this competition. I thought that since we are all Chinese, when we go abroad, we are equivalent to having the same mother.
Relatives..."
Liao Yuan understood the underlying meaning of Wu Zhongsheng's words. He was not an ignorant person, but he smiled and said: "I think I have understood the purpose of Mr. Wu's visit. You are right, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang."
, if Wu Di’s child’s strength reaches the standard, I will certainly not be stingy with words of praise..."
Wu Zhongsheng was overjoyed. He squeezed Liao Yuan's hand again and said gratefully: "Mr. Liao, I really don't know how to thank you. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go, let's go..."
Liao Yuan declined politely: "Mr. Wu, I think this moment is not the time to eat, drink and have fun. The Tchaikovsky Competition is about to begin. I hope that as a father, you can spend more time with your child. At this time, the child needs it very much."
Encouraged by relatives.”
"this……"
Wu Zhongsheng hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Mr. Liao is right. I will visit you again to say thank you after the game is over."
Liao Yuan frowned slightly.
After sending Wu Zhongsheng away, Pei Hongyu said from the side: "Are you sure you want to help?"
"We are all Chinese, and those who can help will definitely help. Of course, the premise is that Wu Di really has this strength. If the mud can't hold up the wall, no matter how nice I say, it will be useless."
Liao Yuan smiled and then continued to sit in the cradle chair and read.
What he was reading was a Russian historical work. As he expected, in the course of history, Russia did not differ greatly from the other Russia he knew in the general direction, but the historical details were revealed.
There are still huge changes in the clouds and mist.
After arriving in Russia, Liao Yuan has been immersed in these fragments of history. Combining the stories of his past life seems to have opened up a God's perspective, giving him a new perspective on major events in Russian history.
The day passes quickly.
The next day, Peter came to the hotel to have a pre-match exchange with Liao Yuan, and drove Liao Yuan and Pei Hongyu to enjoy the cultural sceneries of Moscow.
After walking through the historic Kremlin, standing next to the famous Volga River Basin, and enjoying the ballet at the Bolshoi Theater, Liao Yuan remembered the beautiful scenery that he had never seen in his previous life.
The most abundant ones in Moscow are forest parks and green belts can be seen everywhere on the streets.
If you look down on this city from a high altitude, you will see a vibrant green sea, so it is known as the "capital in the forest".
Peter parked the car on the outskirts of Moscow.
The green fields are still green here, with large branches of white birch trees flourishing. Around the woods, there are some bottles with holes dug in the middle. These are prepared by nearby residents for birds and squirrels, and are filled with food.
In some places, small houses are even built so that birds or squirrels can have a safe place to rest on rainy days.
There are countless century-old trees around, and in the other direction of the woods, there are several ponds where some residents are still playing and swimming.
The sky was getting dark. On the shore, bonfires were swaying, and around them were some young men and women playing guitars and singing loudly.
Peter smiled and said: "This is what it looks like at night outside Moscow."
Liao Yuan looked at this scene, tapping his fingers on the edge of the car window, recalling the historical stories about Russia he had seen today.
At night, Liao Yuan tossed and turned, unable to sleep alone, and finally knocked on Pei Hongyu's door.
Pei Hongyu obviously didn't fall asleep either. There will be a competition tomorrow. Facing the world's top music competition, even though Liao Yuan had given her various signals to relax before, Pei Hongyu was still not sleepy at all.
When she saw Liao Yuan, Pei Hongyu was obviously a little nervous: "Boss."
Liao Yuan hummed, "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet." Pei Hongyu said.
Liao Yuan laughed and pointed to the violin case hanging on the wall behind Pei Hongyu: "Don't be nervous, I just want to borrow your violin."
"ah?"
Pei Hongyu was stunned, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she quickly said, "Okay, I'll get it for you."
Liao Yuan returned to his room.
He put the bow on the strings and put it on his shoulder, silently feeling the touch of the violin.
After a while, he pulled up the bow, and the violin strings trembled slightly.
He closed his eyes slightly and immersed himself in the ocean of music.
…
The melodious music was faintly transmitted through the wall to Pei Hongyu's room.
This is Soviet style music...
Pei Hongyu's heart moved. She put her ear against the wall and vaguely heard the singing:
"One day the war came to my hometown
The young man picked up a gun and ran to the frontier
Sweetheart, don’t worry about me
Wait for me to come back in the birch forest..."
Pei Hongyu felt a strange emotion in his heart.
Amidst the slightly sad piano music, Liao Yuan's singing voice interspersed, deep but with a hint of high spirits, as if whispering in the ear.
The lyrics are revealed tenderly, giving the whole song a stronger sense of imagery.
As she listened, Pei Hongyu's nose felt slightly sore, and she felt like she was about to cry. She imagined a great story.
[During World War II, the Soviet army forced the German army out of the border. A Soviet reconnaissance team accidentally obtained important information while going deep. At the same time, the German army sent tens of thousands of soldiers to carry out encirclement and suppression. 】
[Intelligence is very important. The radio station of the reconnaissance team was damaged during the battle and could not be used. So they went deep into the enemy's territory and grabbed the radio station to send out intelligence. There was no return. Faced with tens of thousands of German soldiers, the reconnaissance team
All soldiers were killed.]
And this song describes the off-screen story of one of the soldiers in the reconnaissance team.
A girl silently watched her lover go away with the army under the birch forest. She carved her and her lover's names on the birch tree, expecting her lover's triumphant return, but the army was victorious, and his
The lover never came back.
The song drifted away and the music gradually faded away.
Pei Hongyu raised his head and tried to calm down.
She looked at the lamp above her head, quietly in a daze.
When the music sounded again, she once again put her ear to the wall and listened carefully.
This time, Liao Yuan did not make a sound, but the violin made a more melancholy and melodious chant...
Gradually, the sound of music lingered around his ears, as if whispering a story in Pei Hongyu's ears.
At that moment, she seemed to see a lake on the outskirts of Moscow.
Surrounded by pine forests that are white after snowfall.
The trees stretched their long shadows under the moonlight.
The lake water glows with phosphorescent light.
Musical notes danced on the lake.
And a peaceful heart...
That night, Pei Hongyu lay on the wall and listened to music for nearly an hour. Half of her body was completely stiff.
She never thought that the violin music played by her boss could be so beautiful.
Every note melted in her heart, and then brewed, creating moving ripples.