Chapter 15 fourteen

The autumn sun, like a loving mother's hand, gently touches the earth.Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng walked briskly in the gentle sunshine. Shall we go to English Park in the afternoon?Now the maple trees in the garden are very red, let's go to see the maple leaves.I brought a book to read.Jiang Xiaofeng patted the jacket pocket. I also brought it.Zhiyun also patted her small purse. I believe that He Shaoxiang will not look for you again in the future.Jiang Xiaofeng said with a smile. I didn't want him to find me, it would be best if he didn't come.Zhiyun said indifferently. Jiang Xiaofeng walked for a while in silence, then suddenly smiled mockingly.

why are you laughing?Zhiyun looked at him puzzled. I laughed, He Shaoxiang should be your parents' ideal son-in-law. what's wrong with you?I'm not going.Zhiyun frowned slightly sullenly, and really didn't move forward. Don't be angry, I'm kidding you, let's go!Jiang Xiaofeng took up Zhiyun, and the two left happily again. Today the motherland is calling for a prelude of the suite, and Jiang Xiaofeng specially came to pick up Zhiyun to listen to it, and the official public performance will be held in two weeks. I don't care if I'm famous or not. What's important is that people who listen to it can feel the Chinese atmosphere and appreciate the charm inside.Jiang Xiaofeng said.

why?I do not understand.Zhiyun looked at him puzzled. Because what I create is Chinese music.People have character, and music also has character. The character of Chinese music is the Chinese atmosphere and Chinese spirit. If you can’t even express this, you have failed.However, when foreigners play Chinese music, just like Chinese people play Western music, they often only have skills and lack charm.This is related to the issue of tradition and background, there is no way.Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed, thought for a while and said: Any kind of art can only take root in its own country, let's do it well when we go back!

The word "go back" turned Zhiyun into a taciturn golden man again.She was most afraid of hearing what Jiang Xiaofeng brought back. Why don't you work on new music?People say that you are talented in this area. If you work hard in this direction, your future will be limitless.Zhiyun pretended to speak casually. I still say the same thing, do your own home well and then take care of other people's business!I don't want to be married, I just want to create China's own music.Jiang Xiaofeng said without hesitation. Zhiyun was speechless, but felt very worried.She felt more and more that Jiang Xiaofeng was free and easy on the outside, but he was as stubborn as a rock on the inside, and no one could influence him.

Da Jiang, you are such an idealist.She said helplessly. Yes, I am, and that's something I'm proud of.Jiang Xiaofeng responded calmly. Zhiyun was really silent.Looking at the sun shining all over the ground, so many hesitation, contradictions and confusion came to her. In late autumn, the sky in Munich is always covered with a layer of fog and gray.The sun is like a shady thief, often hiding on the clouds and not showing his face. There is wet water vapor floating in the space, as if it will turn into raindrops at any time. Zhiyun got up this morning and found that it was really raining, and it was the kind of thread rain that seemed to never stop.This made her very worried, fearing that it would affect Jiang Xiaofeng's concert in the evening.She is very concerned about the consequences of this concert.Jiang Xiaofeng always said that he didn't care about fame, but she hoped that he could get a big name because of it.A musician, what else can he ask for if he doesn't even ask for a name?Seeing the bad weather, she worried that many people would not come.

Contrary to Zhiyun's expectation, people arrived enthusiastically.Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng sat in the first row, with Professor Haier between them.The motherland is calling, and there is a piano solo as a foil.Before the official performance, Professor Haier came to the stage to give an introduction: This young man is from far away free China.When you read the title of this song, the motherland is calling, you will know that this is music with the theme of China.In other words, it is a melody that combines Western skills, Eastern feelings, and Chinese spirit.This young man loves his motherland and is determined to go back and create the music of his own country. The motherland is calling. This is his first bold attempt to combine Chinese and Western techniques.Before that, he had created several pieces of new music in pure western style, and he was considered the most talented young musician.It's useless for me to say more, and it's up to you to judge for yourself!

Professor Haier walked down amidst the applause, and the melodious music sounded immediately, played by two violins, a viola and a cello. The four instruments started with a brisk and bright rhythm, and then turned into strings that are sometimes light and heavy, sometimes high and sometimes low. That kind of sound, with the resentment of Nanhu, sounds like a force is stirring in the heart, and bursts A burst of nostalgia, along with the music, permeated like a thick cloud.When everyone was listening intently, there was a sudden sound, one song was over, and after a short pause, the second song started again.

The Motherland Is Calling is composed of eight pieces in total, each piece has its own characteristics, of course there is also the piece that Zhiyun heard outside the piano. From the beginning to the end, Zhiyun has been intoxicated by the music, returning to the old courtyard of childhood for a while, returning to the happy years of boyhood for a while, running to the countryside for a while, feeling nostalgic for a while, and feeling like hearing that song again after a while. The thick and loving voice is beckoning, calling the wanderer to return quickly. The Motherland is Calling received an excellent response, the audience applauded enthusiastically, and called the author to come to the stage to meet everyone.

Wearing a suit and tie, Jiang Xiaofeng, with a lock of hair still waving in front of his forehead, walked to the stage under the circumstances of unrestrained hospitality, smiled and nodded to everyone, and thanked the four performers. Zhiyun heard someone behind him saying : Such a beautiful Chinese!She had never been so proud and proud as she was at this moment.She focused on Jiang Xiaofeng on the stage, who happened to be looking at her with a smile.The two hearts felt indescribably fascinated by the meeting glance, everything was so beautiful. Dajiang, you really make me proud.After the concert, Zhiyun said.

Zhiyun, we not only love each other, we are also like-minded confidants.Jiang Xiaofeng was infinitely emotional, saying this old saying that he often loves to say. After the concert, Jiang Xiaofeng was generally criticized very well, thinking that his music is based on artistic conception and rhythm. Although it belongs to the category of new music, it has the romantic and beautiful atmosphere of classical music.Unlike ordinary modern music, it specializes in making surprises. Even pistols, iron pots, balloons, and wooden boards can be used as musical instruments. The acquaintances congratulated Quan to Jiang Xiaofeng when they saw him, praised his talent, and complimented him: Da Jiang, you are amazing, not far from the day of your debut!

Jiang Xiaofeng's success put Zhiyun in a particularly good mood, but what surprised her was that Jiang Xiaofeng himself seemed dull. Dajiang, what's wrong with you?why you are not feeling happy? Zhiyun, I failed, and I feel sad.Jiang Xiaofeng hung his head dejectedly. Everyone knows you have succeeded, how can you think you have failed?Zhiyun looked at him in bewilderment as if he had fallen into the mist. Do you see the general criticism?They only say that the music is good, moving and beautiful.I wanted to express the Chinese spirit, but no one paid attention to it, and didn't hear it. Isn't this a failure?Jiang Xiaofeng put his hands in his jacket, his expression pale. Zhiyun sighed again and again in his heart and remained silent.Only at this moment did she discover that it is so difficult to love an artist.What is that Chinese spirit?Even she couldn't figure it out. Dajiang, don't be discouraged, come again!She wanted to say that he was living in an illusory dream, but she couldn't bear to say it. I will not be discouraged and I will come again.Zhiyun, we must actively cooperate with our songs.Jiang Xiaofeng raised his drooping head again, with a faint smile on his face. Zhiyun nodded obediently, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Jiang Xiaofeng wanted to go for a walk in the British Park, Zhiyun did not object, and the two of them put up a big umbrella and stood under the Chinese Tower. If the weather is fine, there are open-air snack restaurants below, but on a rainy day like this, there is nothing, deserted. The night was very dark, and I only felt that the tower stood in front of my eyes like a huge monster, but I couldn't figure out its clear face.Several bells on the corners of the tower swayed gently in the wind, tinkling.Jiang Xiaofeng said: When I was young, my mother also installed such a bell on the corner of our house. When the wind blew, he listened carefully and said: The sound is very similar to this. Because Jiang Xiaofeng never talked about his own life experience, as if there was something unspeakable, Zhiyun didn't ask, all he knew was that his father died at the hands of the Japanese, how did he die?Why did you die?Who else is in his family?She has no idea. Sometimes she would think: If mom and dad know that I have a boyfriend, they don't even know the details, and they don't know how they will call me ridiculous!It's strange to say that she trusts Jiang Xiaofeng, and always feels that even if he is left alone in the world, he will not do anything dishonorable.She didn't know his life experience, and she didn't think it was scary.But since he mentioned it himself, she followed suit. Are you homesick too?Oe. Of course I want to!That Chinese living outside doesn't want to go home! Who are the people in your family? There is no one left, and I am the only one with the surname Jiang.Jiang Xiaofeng said leisurely. Wu Zhiyun was even more confused, there was no one at home, so how could he be homesick?What kind of home do you want?Where did his family go? Both my father and mother are music students, they have the same interests, love each other, and both of them are passionate like children.Jiang Xiaofeng spoke eloquently, his voice was very low and flat, as if he was telling an old story.At that time, during the War of Resistance Against Japan, my parents were both in the enemy-occupied areas. They saw that the Japanese planned to play some low-level music to anesthetize the Chinese people, so they encouraged the Chinese to sing their own songs.My father simply joined the underground organization to resist Japan.Later he was arrested and beaten to death by the Japanese with iron bars. He stopped talking, pondered for a while, and continued: After my father died, my mother took me to the rear. At that time, I was still a child. , I don't remember anything.According to my mother, the journey was difficult.Later, I said that after the war, I couldn’t go back to my hometown, so my mother took me to Taiwan. At that time, I was eight years old and in the third grade of Zhengmin Primary School.We were unaccompanied, so my mother wrote letters everywhere to apply for a job, and found a job teaching music in a junior high school in the countryside. Zhiyun had been holding his breath and listening quietly, and then he interrupted: But how could your mother My mother died of lung cancer, and she was under thirty-six when she died.She was a strong woman, but she couldn't resist the terrible disease.I was fourteen years old that year. Seeing my mother suffering, I didn’t know how sad I was, but I didn’t dare to cry. I just begged her to say: Mom, you can’t die. If you die, what will you do if you leave me? Well, Dajiang Zhiyun held Jiang Xiaofeng's hand in hers, and held it back tightly.She didn't expect that this big man with a strong and decisive appearance, with three parts domineering and seven parts unruly, would have such a rough life experience. My mother said: Son, if mother leaves you alone in the world, you should live a good life, be a good person, and continue to work hard for the Chinese music you want to create.When my mother said this, I couldn't help crying.I said: Mom, how difficult it is!How terrible!How can I work hard?I was a child.The mother said: children will grow up, you will not be a child forever.Remember, never lose your courage and confidence.My mother's voice became smaller and smaller, and the hand that was holding me suddenly let go.Only then did I know that it was called death, and she was already dead. Jiang Xiaofeng said slowly, the rain was pattering on the umbrellas above their heads, and there were occasional tinkling wind chimes, emphasizing the desolation of the autumn night. How did you live after your mother died? Just live like that!one person.My mother left me a little money, and I used it to study.The teachers in that middle school all took good care of me. An old lady took me to live in her house, and I called her godmother. Is that the old lady you used to send money to?Zhiyun interrupted him. is her.He is now in his seventies.I also have a group of friends, the best one is Lin Xinrong, who is a local. At that time, we said that we would work together to create Chinese music.When I go back in the future, I will look for him first.Jiang Xiaofeng has come out of his low mood, and his tone has changed from gloomy to bright.He is so nice, we grew up together like brothers. Where is he now? Still in the same place, working as a music teacher in the elementary school I used to study in. Zhiyun was silent again, she wondered why Jiang Xiaofeng had the opportunity to become famous and climb to high places, but he was not interested, he only liked to make friends with ordinary little people.She had been friends with him for so long and still felt unable to understand him in these places. When Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng went back, they saw the invitation cards signed by Yang Wenyan and Liao Jinghui, saying that they were going to the Han Palace Restaurant on Saturday night to prepare a drink for Fei.Neither of them could guess what kind of medicine was sold in their gourd, so they went together when the time came, being the last ones to arrive.Alert old students, gifted children, Xie Jinchang, youth idol, and Sophia Liu, are already there.The alarm old man was yelling at Yang Wenyan with a big throat: Hello!Fat sheep, what the hell are you doing?What are you doing with a good treat? Yang Wenyan was wearing a suit today, and his hair, which is normally bristling with anger, had somehow forced it to fall down. He seemed very unaccustomed to wearing a tie, his face was flushed with boredom, and he would pull his shirt with his hands every three to five minutes. collar. This kid!Yang Wenyan pointed to alert the old student.This kid is really a treasure, he doesn't know what is good or bad, he treats him with good intentions, and he even says I'm a ghost. Is this a wedding?Sophia Liu Jiao Didi said.She was not close to people in this circle, but it is said that since the youth idol knew that Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng were getting better, she changed her target.Jinghui described: Youth idols catch up with Sophia Liu effortlessly.Now the two of them are also a public couple. Jinghui and Yang Wenyan invited Sophia Liu, obviously because of their relationship with youth idols. We won't invite you until you invite the wedding wine first!Jinghui always eats and does what she says. Sophia Liu smiled shyly, and quickly grabbed the youthful idol's arm.The youth idol blushed with excitement, and the pimples appeared very clearly.He stammered with a big throat: What exactly are you going to do? The secrets of heaven must not be leaked.Yang Wenyan said firmly. After everyone sat down and started to serve the dishes, Yang Wenyan took out a piece of pink paper from his suit pocket. Everyone took a closer look, and it turned out to be an engagement certificate written with a brush. ah!Is it supposed to be engaged?The gifted child stretched out his slender neck and screamed. Who wrote it?This calligraphy is so handsome.The youth idol asked in admiration. It's Lao Xie, this handwriting is his, and his calligraphy is extremely beautiful.Jiang Xiaofeng said. Good friends.As you all know, Liao Jinghui and I have been partners for two or three years.Yang Wenyan announced in public as an orator.Just said one sentence, Jinghui next to him cursed at thirteen o'clock.It made everyone who heard and said laughed.Yang Wenyan turned to Jinghui and said: Don't interrupt, let me talk!He turned to everyone again and continued his words: Yes!The old partner of two or three years, both of them left their hometowns, originally I meant that the two became one family, and the marriage was forgotten Everyone laughed again, and Jinghui shouted anxiously: What nonsense are you talking about? yes!Why not get married?The alarm veteran booed. She refuses!She would not marry until she graduated the year after next.So, let's do the next best thing, get engaged.We don’t have any relatives here, we only have a group of friends like you. In foreign countries, friends are brothers and sisters. Therefore, today you are our parents, officiant, witnesses, etc., everything.Just ask everyone to sign! Yang Wenyan's nonsense remarks made everyone a little bitter.Everyone signs and the engagement ceremony is complete.Coming out of the restaurant, Zhiyun whispered to Jinghui: You're a sucker for not even telling me you're getting engaged. I'm ashamed to say it!I called you three times, but you were not there, and I was with Jiang Xiaofeng all day long, remember me as an old friend!Jinghui said. Zhiyun fell silent, admitting that there is only one Jiang Xiaofeng in her life now, and she doesn't even write her family letters so often. The lack of time to write home letters is certainly a reason, but the most important thing is that a feeling of lying oppresses her, making her subconsciously avoid writing letters home.My mother always asks her in letters if she has a boyfriend who is close, and reminds her to pay attention to life-long events and pay attention to all aspects of the foundation when choosing a partner.This made her even less courageous to show Jiang Xiaofeng's matter to her family.Sometimes when she returned from a tired tour with Jiang Xiaofeng, troubles would entangle her like snakes.Jiang Xiaofeng planned to go back wholeheartedly, and decided that she would go back with him.In fact, she felt more and more impossible about going back to China. Leaving aside the family issues, she herself was not willing to go back.Why can other international students stay abroad, but she alone is destined to go back?She appreciates Jiang Xiaofeng's enthusiasm and arrogance, and also feels that his ideals are valuable.But I threw myself into it, as if I couldn't make up my mind that much.She thinks that Jiang Xiaofeng is too naive and full of fantasy, but isn't it too silly to mix fantasy with reality?These days, she already has a plan in her mind.The content of the plan is: she wants to persuade Jiang Xiaofeng to stay abroad.But looking at Jiang Xiaofeng's current situation, he would definitely not accept this suggestion.She has to wait and see the opportunity.In short, she must make it clear that she asked him to stay, and she was determined not to go back. At the end of November, Munich had its first heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter, and the temperature was below freezing.Big Christmas stars were hung in Marlene's square, lights were decorated in the shop windows, and the square was crowded with gift-buying people.Some open-air musicians braved the severe cold to play and sing, and put their broken hats on the ground in front of them, waiting for passers-by to throw money in.One night, Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng went to Marlene Square to hang out, and heard the melodious sound of violins from a distance in the crowd, playing a lullaby by Brahms. This violin is not bad!Very lyrical.Jiang Xiaofeng said.When he got closer, he saw a ragged young man standing under the eaves of a shop, who was concentrating on playing the violin.Passers-by don't look at him, and he doesn't look at them either.Zhiyun looked at his broken hat on the ground, there were only a few scattered silver coins inside. Zhiyun opened his purse, found a ten-mark bill and threw it in his hat.The man stopped playing the violin immediately, and asked solemnly: What do you two want to hear?Zhiyun was about to say that he didn't want to hear anything, but Jiang Xiaofeng said: Please play a Waltz by Strauss! The man immediately pushed the piano to his chin, and then pulled it up with all his attention.He played a whole waltz, and the audience was always Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng. Great, thank you for letting us hear such good music.Before leaving, Jiang Xiaofeng shook hands with the roadside musician and said. Do you really want to hear the waltz?After walking away, Zhiyun asked. Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head and said: You just give him money, like sending a beggar.In fact, he doesn't really care if there is no money in the hat. For a musician, not having a bosom friend is more painful than having no money. Do you think he came from a formal musical background?Zhiyun asked curiously. Definitely, and it's a good study! I really don't understand, how could a person who formally studied music be reduced to this point?In fact, many places need to play the violin. How could he not find a job?Zhiyun said in a puzzled way. Where would he be needed?Could someone ask him to give a recital?Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head disapprovingly. At least those places like dance halls and nightclubs can't lack the violin. This is the question of why.If it were me, I would rather be a performer on the street than go to dance halls and bars.It doesn't matter if a person is poor or bitter.Just can't be disqualified.Jiang Xiaofeng said. No disqualification?Just stand on the street for a lifetime!Zhiyun pointed backward with his chin. Now that you have chosen this path, you must endure loneliness.Jiang Xiaofeng said deeply.After taking two steps, I added another sentence: O man!Sometimes it is very lonely. Do you think you won't be lonely if you go back and promote our songs?Zhiyun tried it. Of course, it may be very lonely. The most difficult thing is to start, that sentence, to be patient.But I won't be really lonely, Zhiyun, if you and I work together, will I still be lonely?Jiang Xiaofeng turned his face and smiled at Zhiyun, holding her hand in his. Zhiyun's heart moved, he was a little ashamed, and couldn't say a word.