It is still the theater and concert hall of Hua Guo Yuan, and the door of the concert hall is open.
But at this time, the atmosphere in the hall no longer had the lightness of the past, and the bright hall felt a bit depressing amid the bursts of whispers.
Members of each section were sitting in various corners of the auditorium, holding instruments or looking at the music scores.
Everyone is waiting.
At 18:55, Ning Qianxia appeared at the music back door holding a heavy sheet of music.
The hall was noisy for a moment and then completely quieted down.
"let's start."
She sat in the middle of the first row of the auditorium.
"The vocal club comes first."
"Tamino. "Tenor Role""
After the words fell, a fat boy walked onto the stage.
...
Another shot at the same time, the teaching building and the teaching and research office of the piano department.
Shen Qingci rubbed his temples and left his desk, ending his work for the day.
More than a month has passed and he has become accustomed to the current pace of work and life.
Looking at the young faces passing by every day sometimes makes him have the illusion that he is back in college.
In addition to his basic work, he also has an additional job, correcting music scores.
He has recently been revising an edition of Schubert's sketches.
"Hello."
"How is your progress today?" The person on the other end of the phone was a little confused.
"It's okay. No rest in the afternoon?"
"The band has arranged a temporary arrangement. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, still in the office."
"Let's go eat later, you hear me?"
"Um."
There was silence on the phone for a while.
moment.
The voice on the other end of the phone rang again, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"No, just do your work first and I'll call you in the evening."
"Well, bye."
"bye."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingci left the office.
After walking around the school gate, he returned to the school again.
I have an extra roast chicken in my hand.
After arriving at the faculty and staff family area and pausing for a moment, he walked into a familiar old unit door.
He hasn't been to this door for a while.
The boss's house is not high, only on the fifth floor.
In front of the left door on the fourth floor, Shen Qingci knocked on the door.
moment.
The door was opened.
The old man inside looked at the tall figure outside the door through the iron screen window, with mottled wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"Just in time."
An ordinary hoarse sound.
The iron door was pushed open with a "squeak" sound, and Shen Qingci followed in.
Looking at the oil paper tape on his left hand, the old man's mouth seemed to be grinning from ear to ear: "Baiweixuan."
"It's been a while since I've eaten." The old man said with a smile, "The doctor won't let me eat."
"Where's the wine?" the old man asked suspiciously.
"No wine." Shen Qing said.
The old man sighed, "What a pity."
The furnishings in the house have remained the same for ten years, but they have a different flavor.
This was the scene in the room when Shen Qingci left here last time.
There is just a black and white photo frame hanging high on the wall of the living room. In front of the photo frame is an incense bowl with three sticks of incense in it. The incense has been half burned.
In the photo frame is another kind old man.
Shen Qingci stood under the photo frame.
Staring blankly at the photo frame.
a long time.
He handed the oil paper bag in his hand to the old man beside him.
Then he gently knelt down in front of the photo frame.
In his memory, the old man in the photo frame had an elegant and charming singing voice on the stage, but in life she was a quiet person, but every time he was beaten and scolded in front of the piano, she would always rush to protect him.
behind.
He remembered that every time he left get out of class, she would bring him a plate of fried sugar cakes or a bowl of fragrant fried noodles.
Slowly, Shen Qingci kowtowed to the photo frame.
"Master's wife."
...
After getting up and lighting three sticks of incense, Shen Qingci turned around and saw that the old man behind him had already sat at the desk next to the piano.
"Come here," the old man said.
Shen Qingci walked over. The old man was wearing reading glasses. On the table was the score of the first movement of Walstein's sonata, which was marked very complicatedly.
The old man pointed to a legato line and looked up and asked, "Did I draw it right?"
Shen Qingci shook his head subconsciously, then nodded again.
The old man smiled, stood up and said, "I'll give you the pen. I'll cook some pancakes and stew fish."
Shen Qingci took over the pen and continued to correct the lines behind it.
after an hour.
A pot of fragrant fish and a plate of sesame cakes were brought to the table.
There is also a sliced roast chicken.
"Have a meal."
...
With three people missing one person, the food was a little less flavorful.
"Take the unedited collection of Beethoven's sonatas with you when you leave today and read them over from the beginning. I revised them according to Barumbo's version."
"As people get older, they can no longer hear things that are too complicated. In the future, they can only do simple things."
Shen Qingci shook his head, "You should rest. Don't do this anymore. Leave it to me."
The old man smiled again, without nodding or refusing.
"How's it going? Is it going well for you to come back to work? I heard Lao Li say a while ago that you are very busy now."
"It's just a bunch of things in school, so I can't say I'm busy."
"Okay, you can take care of the school's affairs yourself and find ways to dig out a few more good seedlings. Have you arranged the exchange meeting at the end of the year?"
"It's almost done. The list of participants and works have been finalized, and preparations are underway now."
"How's that kid Qin Jian doing lately?"
"He went to Germany to record a record. He has been gone for almost half a month."
"This kid can do it," the old man laughed, "Let him do it."
"The harder you work, the better. The future depends on you."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of liquor from the cabinet behind him and said, "Drink two glasses with me today."
"Half glass."
Shen Qingci grabbed the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and poured half a glass for the old man.
The old man picked up the wine glass that he had not touched for a long time and took a sip with a satisfied look on his face.
"I will quit at the beginning of next year, and I plan to leave the piano association affairs to you, okay?"
Shen Qingci nodded.
"drink."
...
Drinking, eating and chatting, time passed quickly.
Fu Hua has not been so happy for a long time since his wife left.
It's just that he doesn't know how long he can be happy.
"Have you seen the Ye family girl since you came back?"
"We met in school."
After a pause, the old man seemed to understand the meaning of these words, and then asked: "When will Liao Yatou come back?"
"next year."
"Next year." The old man sighed, "Next year will be great."
quite a while.
"Qing Ci."
"It's time to start a family."
...
...
10:04.
On the stage of the theater, as the last member of the wind section completed his forty-bar performance, the stage fell into silence again.
The atmosphere in the hall is now a little more relaxed than it was three hours ago. At least so far, no member has been out.
"ok, no problem."
Ning Qianxia smiled and gestured to the boy in the center of the stage. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked off the stage.
The last trace of tense atmosphere in the hall also disappeared with the members, and no one among them wanted to see anyone leave.
Ning Qianxia walked to the center of the stage.
"First of all, I apologize to everyone for what happened last night."
She looked around the audience and bent down in the astonished gazes of everyone.