Chapter 18 seventeen

Jiang Xiaofeng played the piano keys lightly with one hand, and busyly wrote down the score with the other hand, humming softly: the same moon same bright the same clear hope same deja vu Are you the moon I saw in my motherland? Have you ever shone on those fertile loess fields, the rolling rice waves, and the hills covered with green grass and bamboo forests? That land, on a beautiful island in the Pacific Ocean, is where I grew up. on that land There are green evergreen trees, fragrant and bright flowers There are my family and friends, my mother, and the shadows of my childhood and youth that I have shaken off.

the moon! Why are you so bright? so bright So familiar? did you know The moonlight will evoke the nostalgia of wanderers in the world Heavy, heavy, without a trace, nostalgia like thick fog and clouds Same moon! You are the moon of my motherland? Are you also shining on that distant place? Can you bring my thoughts to the motherland and the people on that land across thousands of mountains and rivers? my family, my friends, my loving mother Same moon! in the distant sky i see the same moon You are the moon of my motherland? Motherland!the place i miss day and night put me back in your arms

motherland, my mother Jiang Xiaofeng stopped humming, still not satisfied with the last piece of score.I feel that there is some sadness, but not enough majesty.He believes that our songs should not only be lyrical, soft, and plaintive, but should especially express his magnificence.So he resolved to revise it at least once more.Modify the work again and again until I am sure that there is no possibility of any further changes.It's his habit.But he felt that he had no energy to continue working at this moment, so he had to stand up from the piano bench. Look at the small electric clock on the desk, it's almost four o'clock, it's time to call it a day, and I have to meet Zhiyun at Marlene Square at half past five!

I haven't seen Zhiyun for several days. Since he went to work at the airport, his life routine has completely changed.I wake up at five o'clock every day, drink a cup of coffee, and start a day's work; including reading books, taking notes for thesis, occasionally attending lectures, listening to speeches, composing music, and then going to the airport to work as a coolie.There's still time for the two of you together! Our song has been on hiatus for a long time, and now he's picking up the job again.Originally said that she wanted to cooperate with Zhiyun, but she seems to be less enthusiastic about this matter than before. After she came back from the mountain last summer, she only wrote this same moon. She always said that she was busy and had no time or mood to write. .He can't force her either. People who study, of course, put their homework first. Besides, interest can't be forced.However, seeing the work progress so slowly, he really felt anxious.He had never expected to pursue a doctorate degree suddenly. It was not difficult for him, but it caused him a lot of pain, because it delayed his plan to return to China. Get a degree at a point, so you can go back to your country.Thinking that Zhiyun was willing to go back with him, he felt warm in his heart, and felt that even if he had to stay abroad for a few more years, it was not worth it.

Jiang Xiaofeng stood up from the piano bench, put his mouth on the faucet and drank a few sips of water, washed his hands and face, took out a clean shirt from the cupboard, and was about to walk out when he heard a knock on the door.Then, the door opened, and the old landlady led the fat man in. Mr. Jiang, this person is looking for you.The old landlord explained, and went downstairs* Mr. Jiang, I have been coming to visit a long time ago. My name is Lueventa.The man took out a business card from his coat pocket, and handed it to Jiang Xiaofeng with a smile on his face. Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't think of where he had seen this person before, picked up his business card, and found out that he was the manager of a song and dance troupe.

It's like this: Last year, I went to the presentation of Mr. Jiang's works, and I admired Mr. Jiang very much.Mr. Jiang's tunes and sentiments are very special, it can be said to be quite an oriental atmosphere, which gave me inspiration, hee hee!I am a person who often generates new inspirations.Before Jiang Xiaofeng could ask a question, Mr. Lueventa couldn't wait to speak. Well, what kind of inspiration does Mr. Lhoventa have for my work?Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the fat face in confusion. I was inspired by Mr. Leoventa touching the back of his head and smiling with eyes narrowed.You think, I am in the show business, how can I do without inspiration?My troupe is not the largest, but the business has always been top-notch, and the reason is that I always have new tricks to come up with.He suddenly slapped his hands hard, and said solemnly: I came to Mr. Jiang because I wanted to buy the performance right from Mr. Jiang that the motherland is calling. A few years ago, we performed Thai dance dramas, Indian dance dramas, and Arabic dance dramas because of the novelty , are very popular.Now I want to arrange the motherland is calling into a song and dance drama, I wonder if Mr. Jiang agrees with it?As he spoke, he scanned the room with piercing eyes.

The motherland is calling, I am afraid it is not suitable for performing musicals!Jiang Xiaofeng said suspiciously.I was a little bit excited in my heart. People interested in my work, which is also an encouragement.But he is still not sure whether he agrees, because he knows that in Germany, like many other countries, not all performance groups are of the same standard, some are purely artistic and noble, while some small song and dance troupes that are not up to the top are not successful. Decent, often perform some vulgar or pornographic programs.From Mr. Lueventa's expression and conversation, Jiang Xiaofeng could tell that he was indeed a philistine engaged in the business of performances, not someone with knowledge of art and ambitions.Sure enough, M. Lhoventa said again:

According to the current situation of the motherland, it is not suitable for singing and dancing, it is too serious.Therefore, Mr. Jiang has to spend some effort to change it, making it sweeter and more interesting Oh sweet and fun?Jiang Xiaofeng tossed back the wavy lock of hair on his forehead, and coldly intercepted Mr. Lhoventa's words. yes!Make it sweeter and more interesting, otherwise how could the audience like it!Mr. Leuventa clapped his hands hard again, making a crisp sound.I saw a musical once in Paris, and it was a gimmick.There is a Chinese dance in it: the showgirls all wear black wigs, with thinly drawn eyebrows and eyes hanging upwards.He propped up the corners of the two eyes with two fingers, and the two gray-gray blue eyes turned into two slits hanging diagonally.He let go of his hand, and continued: "They are wearing red satin bellybands on their upper bodies, bare legs underneath, and ballet shoes with pointed fronts. They are just like your Chinese three-inch golden lotus. They are twisting and trembling with oriental music, and the audience can't help watching." Like a demon, screaming to do it again

Mr. Lueventa's tongue seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he couldn't stop talking. Jiang Xiaofeng tried to interrupt several times, but he couldn't find a space.And Mr. Lhoventa's vulgar talk had nearly broken his endurance. Well, don't talk about it.Jiang Xiaofeng yelled, stunned Lue Wenta, and couldn't continue speaking.Do you understand?The motherland is calling to express the Chinese people's nostalgia and praise for the motherland.Pride, love and a sense of mission for one's own nation.It has nothing to do with your red satin bellyband, fake hair or anything.The motherland is calling is solemn

no no.It must not be solemn, and solemnity must not be a hit.Mr. Lueventa shook his hands in anxiety, interrupted Jiang Xiaofeng all of a sudden, and said stubbornly: I have experience, if you want to be popular, you must be sweet and have a gimmick.I've been in the show business for 20 years, I've seen too much, you have to revise Why do I have to modify it?Jiang Xiaofeng then cut off Mr. Lue Venta coldly. Huh!Naturally, you modified it, so we can cooperate better!Show it!Didn't you compose the music?How can a musician live without selling music?You change it according to my wishes, and I pay for your song and schedule it for a performance.Isn't this a good deal?Mr. Lueventa raised his eyes and looked around, and said with a sly smile: It seems that Mr. Jiang's life is not well-off. I have always sympathized with artists the most.An artist cannot go hungry, how can he work when he is hungry?right?I am willing to pay 10,000 marks for the right to perform The Motherland Is Calling.Moreover, I am willing to sign a long-term contract with you. You will make two musicals for me every year, and I will give you a salary of 2,000 marks every month.My theater troupe has 70 to 80 people including actors, staff, and band. They tour around Europe every year and earn a lot of money.To be honest, I don't know how many artists want to cooperate with me, but I don't want to!I use people to use what I need.For a talent like Mr. Jiang, I need Mr. Lue Wenta's eloquent tongue, who is quite capable of telling the dead into life. Even a character like Jiang Xiaofeng can't help but be a little tempted.

Jiang Xiaofeng calculated that 10,000 marks was his salary for carrying boxes at the airport for a year.And being a coolie is not a comfortable thing, not to mention the sore muscles and bones every time he comes back, how much precious time has been wasted for him?If he is willing to change the calling of the motherland and sell it to Mr. Lueventa, he will not have to be a coolie for a whole year, and he can save a lot of time to write papers, create, and be with Zhiyun.If you save six or seven hours a day, how much can you save in a year?Time is what he needs most. With enough time, his thesis can be completed as soon as possible, and only then can he have the leisure to create our songs.Then it's a great deal.Isn't Mr. Leuventa still signing a long-term contract with him?Two musicals a year, a salary of 2,000 marks per month, for him, who has been composing music, but has never sold a piece of music, is there anything more ideal than this? Moreover, with this fixed income, Zhiyun's living expenses and tuition fees will not be a problem, and they can even consider getting married. In short, if Mr. Luventa's cooperation conditions are accepted, his situation will be completely changed. If Mr. Jiang has any conditions, he can bring them up for discussion.Seeing Jiang Xiaofeng frowning, Mr. Lueventa remained silent for a long time, guessing that he was thinking about how to bargain.I have already explained my conditions clearly. Mr. Jiang just needs to spend some time changing his name. Of course, his name also needs to be changed.The motherland is calling, ha!Rather like the title of military music, it is enough to scare the audience away.If you don't like red satin clothes, we don't want them, we can find another way.For example, wearing a Chinese flag with high slits looks more mysterious and sexy.He spoke excitedly, and clapped his hands loudly and vigorously.Yes, that’s how it is done. We have also acted in Su Qian Huang’s World before, wearing a cheongsam with high slits, and the effect is very good.Yes, yes, there must also be Chinese who make up the house.Well, my inspiration came, wouldn't it be good to simply change the motherland is calling into the nostalgia of braids?There are many gimmicks and many appeals.Mr. Jiang, what's your opinion? ah!What did you say?Jiang Xiaofeng asked angrily like a lion awakened from a deep sleep.He hadn't quite heard what Mr. Léventa was saying, because he was in the valley of his own emotional death.He was excited for this good opportunity that came suddenly, and after planning for a while, what followed was contempt and blame for himself, which could not be forgiven.Is this me?Just for profit, for a stable life, am I going to sell my ideals?Jiang Xiaofeng, are you actually such a person?He was terrified, ashamed, and sad. Ouch!Mr. Jiang, you startled me by shouting so loudly.I mean, change the name of the motherland is calling to the nostalgia of the braid, so as to increase the appeal!We call men with full combs and long hair, women with straw hats and cheongsams with high slits, their faces are painted yellow, and their eyes are drawn into a slit. You get out of here!Jiang Xiaofeng yelled, and stopped Mr. Lueventa who was speaking with gusto. How is this going?Mr. Jiang, I came to discuss business with you out of good intentions, so don't be so cruel to me!Mr. Lueventa stopped smiling, and cast sharp eyes on Jiang Xiaofeng's face. He wondered if this Chinese man was normal?When he was promoted in this way, he lost his temper and yelled loudly. I have never seen such a weird person before! I tell you to get out, and you are not allowed to talk nonsense here.The motherland is calling that it cannot be changed, and I don't want to cooperate with you.Jiang Xiaofeng said with a blue face. you won't?Mr. Lhoventa did not seem to believe it.If you really don't want to, I can't help it, but I feel sorry for you.Mr. Jiang, I advise you to understand your own situation. You are a Chinese, and there are not many opportunities, and you are not famous. How many businesses are there to sell music?If you are willing to cooperate, life will not be so hard at once. If you give up this opportunity, you will regret it It's my business if I don't regret it later, so don't worry about it, there is the door, you can go.Jiang Xiaofeng stretched his right hand straight, pointing at the door. That's weird, you really don't want to do this business?Then you continue to be a poor ghost!OK, OK, I'll go.However, Mr. Jiang, I have never had racial concepts, and I like to promote young artists the most. When you have figured it out, you can call me and I will leave.Mr. Leuventa picked up the bag on the table, said with a self-cultivated smile, and then turned and went out.When he was about to leave the door, he turned his head and waved to Jiang Xiaofeng twice. Jiang Xiaofeng held his head in both hands and stood in the middle of the ground.He was still blaming himself and grieving for the thoughts he had just had.He thought: Why did I actually consider cooperating with that vulgar and vulgar businessman who looks down on the Chinese?Is my integrity so unbearable?I always blame others for having no ideals and no sense of responsibility, but how much better am I than others? Jiang Xiaofeng blamed himself for a while, and then encouraged himself: Ideals are not something that can be obtained by reaching out, but can only be obtained after wading through thousands of mountains and rivers and going through countless trials and setbacks.Jiang Xiaofeng, you have to strengthen your confidence and wait for the challenge! When Jiang Xiaofeng had enough emotions, he looked down at his watch. It was already past five o'clock, and he must be late for the appointment time with Zhiyun.He hurriedly picked up the jacket on the back of the chair and put it on, put his hands in the pockets, and hurried downstairs. Just as the church clock struck half past five, Zhiyun became impatient.Usually Jiang Xiaofeng always arrives early, why didn't he come today?She had paced back and forth twice, looking in the direction of Jiang Xiaofeng while walking, but she couldn't see his shadow. Who is Helena waiting for here?Must be waiting for Dajiang.While Zhiyun was looking up, someone said behind her. Zhiyun turned around and saw Paul Tang and two other people whom he had never seen before. Are you waiting for Dajiang?Tang Baobao seemed to be very enthusiastic. Zhiyun nodded, and looked at Paul Tang silently, wondering why he wasn't with Geby? Let me introduce you, this is the famous Hailan Nayu.These two are my good friends.This one is George Tong, and this one is Xiao Chen.Paul Tang patted George Tong on the shoulder, and then he patted Chen. Zhiyun hated Tang Baobao from the bottom of his heart, and was even less interested in his friends, so he only greeted those two people lightly. How long has Miss Yu been here?George Tong asked. Almost a year and a half.Zhiyun gave a short answer. Did you participate in any activities?The one surnamed Chen also asked. Zhiyun just shook his head and didn't want to answer any more.She hated the look of the one surnamed Chen who looked like a thief. You must have been waiting a long time, right?This guy Dajiang is really bad, how can he make the lady wait for him instead; he should wait for the lady.There is no reason for this.Paul Tang shrugged and then shook his head, as if Jiang Xiaofeng had done something unforgivable. Dajiang will come.Zhiyun said coldly.Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of these people, in a blink of an eye, he saw Jiang Xiaofeng from a distance with his hands in his pockets, striding towards this side. Ah!Isn't that Dajiang coming?Wait, I'm going to talk to him.Paul Tang walked towards Jiang Xiaofeng with all his teeth and claws.What did the two of them say?Jiang Xiaofeng's uneasy expression turned to anger.Tang Baoluo was full of color. He waved at Tong and Chen with great vigor, and shouted in German: Come, let us go. Tong Chen and the other two went in response, and Zhiyun asked Jiang Xiaofeng displeased after they wobbled away. Why are you here so late? Just as he was about to go out, a guy named Lueventa, Jiang Xiaofeng, came and told the story. How did you answer?Hearing such good conditions, Zhiyun couldn't be tempted.Needless to say, it was natural to refuse. Have you ever thought about what it means to you if you cooperate with him? If we cooperate with him, the meaning is to destroy Jiang Xiaofeng, to sell artistic ideals, and to sell the dignity of the Chinese people.Therefore, even if I am poor, I cannot cooperate with him.Jiang Xiaofeng's anger hasn't completely dissipated yet, and what he said was also bluffing. Wu Zhiyun felt a little regretful, but he also knew that what Jiang Xiaofeng said was the truth, so he didn't want to discuss this matter again.What did Paul Tang sneakily say to you just now?She just remembered to ask. He!Jiang Xiaofeng smiled dumbfounded.He warned me that sooner or later he would take revenge on me.The girl named Gabby ignored him, saying that someone had told her that Tom Paul had a wife and children at home.Tom Paul thinks I sabotaged it.Jiang Xiaofeng spread his hands and gestured with a look of helplessness. Tom Paul is a real loathsome guy.You'd better leave him alone in the future.Zhiyun said angrily. : I don't care about his affairs at all, I don't even care about him.But his wife always asks me to beg me, how can I bear to ignore it?Qiu Huayue is very kind. I really don't understand how she married someone like Paul Tang?It's too unfortunate for a woman to come to this point, not to mention there are two innocent children, and she has to help where she can. But the result of your help is that Paul Tang hates you, blames you, wants to punish you, and puts everything on your account.He is a villain, who knows how he will revenge you?Zhiyun complained and worried. Don't worry, I don't care who punishes me, let alone that bear Tang Paul.If you do things right, you will not be afraid of anyone.Jiang Xiaofeng has returned to his usual frankness and ease.Let's get down there and get something to eat, or we won't be able to make it to the opera. what to eat?I think I have to go eat the pancake again.Zhiyun stretched his frowning eyebrows and smiled. All right!Just go eat it!Jiang Xiaofeng said with a smile.They referred to the cheesecake as flatbread for short. It was cheap and delicious, and both of them were addicted to it. When we arrived at the opera house, there were five minutes before the performance, and the venue was already dark and full of people.Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng looked at standing tickets as usual.Because I came too late, I couldn't find a seat to stand.The two are hesitating what to do?Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly felt someone hit him hard on the back, he turned his head and saw the genius child standing behind. Da Jiang, Sister Yu, we have seats over there, come with me!The gifted child pointed in the other direction.Jiang Xiaofeng and Zhiyun looked in that direction, only to see the old siren and Xie Jinchang standing there.Xie Jinchang smiled embarrassingly, and the old man who called the police signaled to them, telling them to go quickly. How long have you been here?Zhiyun asked the gifted child. I have come to occupy a seat an hour before, and I have to come early to see the standing ticket, and if I come late, there will be no seats.Gifted children are very popular.He was taller than ever, and had a little shaggy mustache on his lips.But it still looks like a rooster with half-grown feathers. When you see Lao Xie, you have to talk to him first, because of getting drunk and playing tricks on Christmas night, he has been embarrassed to see you.Jiang Xiaofeng whispered in Zhiyun's ear.Zhiyun nodded knowingly and almost laughed out loud.As soon as we got there, the lights went out, and the orchestra conductor waved his baton to the applause of the audience, and started to play the overture, and no one could make a sound. The Land of Smiles is the story of the Chinese, and it is the most successful light opera by the famous Austrian composer Franz Reha.It is said that Lei Ha suddenly became weary of the world and committed suicide on purpose. He wanted to see this strange world again before he died, so he traveled to China. Unexpectedly, this trip to China changed his entire outlook on life.He believes that China is the most tolerant nation. Even though there are thousands of pains in his heart, he always keeps a smile on his face.In comparison, Lei Ha felt that he was much happier than the Chinese, and he really had no reason to commit suicide, so he didn't want to commit suicide, so he created the opera "Land of Smiles" after he came back. Jiang Xiaofeng didn't want to come to see it at first, saying that the Chinese would not feel very comfortable seeing the Land of Smiles.But Zhiyun had heard Jiang Xiaofeng's unofficial story about Franz Reha, and she insisted on coming here to broaden her horizons. What's more, the theme song in it, My Heart Is Only Belongs to You, is her favorite song.Jiang Xiaofeng's visit today is entirely to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman. Reha's works have always been known for their lyrical beauty, and the melody of the prelude has already deeply attracted the audience.Amidst the sound of music, the curtain slowly opened, and the whole story was sung by those big stars who sang operas with moving voices.The content is: a young and handsome Chinese prince went to Europe to study, fell in love with a Caucasian girl, and the two got married because of their love.But the Caucasian man who was chasing this girl couldn't forget his love for her, so he chased her all the way to China, and easily sneaked into the palace. like.At this time, the caucasian girl who became the princess had broken the relationship with the prince because the prince had to accept his father's order to marry four women at the same time.In the end, the fair-skinned and yellow-haired Wang Ji finally went back to China with her former boyfriend.As a result, both the prince and the princess, brother and sister fell in love, so the elder brother comforted the crying sister and said: "My little sister, don't be so sad, our hearts can tolerate thousands of kinds of pain." Due to the sad plot, moving music, good singing, and many gimmicks, the audience seems to be intoxicated in the realm of selflessness.Only these few Chinese people, although they were also very moved, still felt uncomfortable.The absurdity of the plot is that the Chinese emperor was shirtless, causing people to slap his hands desperately, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of the savages in Africa.The eunuchs in the palace specialize in malpractice, bribery, and red envelopes, and their actions and words are unbearably obscene.Chinese people are stupid, corrupt, ridiculous, etc., just the obvious sense of superiority makes people angry: Chinese people love white people to death, and they can't wait to give them everything, but they still can't get their favor. Princes and princesses have such low self-esteem that they have no choice but to feel that they are not good enough for the Caucasians who are born several classes above them. In the end, they have to grieve themselves, singing that our hearts can hold thousands of kinds of pain. Every time I look at the standing tickets, Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng are leaning against each other, Jiang Xiaofeng is a little bit behind, she is a little bit in front, her head is just on Jiang Xiaofeng's shoulder, and the two of them are holding hands, and their palms are full of sweat after watching. They still stood like that today, but tenderness was replaced by indignation, Zhiyun only felt that Jiang Xiaofeng was holding her hand, and anger was seeping through it. After reading it, five people walked in a pile. Why is Lao Xie here today?So you like opera too?Zhiyun remembered what Jiang Xiaofeng had told her, and deliberately struck up a conversation with Xie Jinchang. I have no great interest in opera, but I came to see it because I heard that The Land of Smiles is about China.Xie Jinchang said reservedly. I think this kind of plot is all dreamed up by white people themselves, there is no such thing at all.The gifted child stretched his long neck and shook his head several times. Listening to opera is mainly to listen to the singing, and there is no need to study the plot, just like an expert listening to Beijing opera, the main thing is to listen to it rather than watch it.Siren Siren was humming the theme song from The Land of Smiles, and only you in my heart stop and refute him when he hears a gifted child, and then continue humming. No, the siren sir was wrong.The singing must be listenable, and the plot must be reasonable, at least there must be no insult to the Chinese in the plot.Jiang Xiaofeng expressed his opinion. Is this an insult?Let me tell you, it's the best of the best.Siren Siren no longer hums. I know that any description of Chinese music is nonsense.Operas like the Princess of Turandau ruined the Chinese even more.But then again, we can't blame others for this. Who told us that China doesn't have its own music?If we have music that can express the national character and compete with them, they will not work behind closed doors and create music about China based on their imagination.In recent years, we can say that we have handed in blank papers in our own music, and those who make music are all made by other people. On the contrary, foreigners have made up operas to represent China. They don't know us, so they naturally messed up out of thin air.Jiang Xiaofeng said. Dajiang is a true nationalist.The old alarmist patted Jiang Xiaofeng on the back jokingly, and said: Think of the country and the nation at any time. Dajiang is right, there are no countries and nations where there are individuals.Xie Jinchang said after being silent for a long time. I also agree with Da Jiang.Dajiang, I'll go back with you to play our song, okay?The gifted child said enthusiastically.Of course it is good.However, are you willing?To be honest, going back to work on our songs is mainly to promote music education, which is tantamount to giving up one's musical future.Are you willing?You ran out at such a young age, didn't you want to be a violinist?Jiang Xiaofeng said not seriously. The gifted child was silent for a long time, stretched his long neck and walked silently for a while, before saying in an embarrassing way: Frankly speaking, Dajiang, I can't be completely reconciled, and neither will my parents.I admire you, but I can't do what you do. You don't have to do like me, we also need excellent violinists, if you are famous in the world one day, it is also the glory of all Chinese people.Seeing the dejected look of the gifted child, Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't help but comfort him with a smile. It is not a big problem for him to become famous in the future.But don't forget that you are a Chinese talent if you are famous.said the old siren. When did I forget that I am Chinese?The gifted child became anxious. Don't be so fierce!I didn't say you had forgotten, but I told you not to forget.The old man explained the alarm. I won't forget at all, just forget it yourself.A counterattack by a child genius. Me!Don't worry, I'll go back after graduation.I also see clearly that a character like me can't make a name for himself outside.After getting the diploma, I will go back home immediately, teach and take some private students, and it will be issued within a few years.The alert old man is optimistic and confident. Jiang Xiaofeng and Zhiyun walked hand in hand as usual, seeing that Zhiyun remained silent, Jiang Xiaofeng asked: Zhiyun, why don't you speak? I'm listening to you!Zhiyun made a perfunctory sentence listlessly, and then fell silent again.Jiang Xiaofeng's words made her listen so harsh and heavy.She didn't understand, why he could tolerate others thinking for himself, but he didn't think for himself?Want to vote in it?She has so many things on her mind, but she really doesn't know how to tell Jiang Xiaofeng?