Flight of the Bumblebee

When I walked out of school and walked to the subway entrance, it was already dark.

Wang Sheng took Shi Leping to get on the subway, Shi Leping asked him where he planned to get off, and he said in a mysterious way that he would take you to see the dream place of us people.When he said that, Shi Leping roughly guessed it.

The subways in Europe sometimes seem very empty. Even during commuting time, they are not as crowded as in China, and there is not even a place to stand.In the car, everyone can have their own space, keep a polite distance from others, or listen to music or read books, and no one will disturb you.

But the deliberately maintained sense of distance can also make people feel indifferent. This kind of indifference exists everywhere, as if there are cities, such dark monsters will definitely be born.

Wang Sheng doesn't like to take the subway. He thinks the space in the train is too big, there are too many people, and the smell is strange.Sitting in the same carriage as them were a few people with smoky makeup and a few exaggerated lip nails on their lips. Their hair rushed to the sky like nails, and even their bodies and feet were covered with rivets. The whole portrait Like a hedgehog, the group of people exudes a decadent smell.There are also such people in China, and a new term called "non-mainstream" has been created to describe it.These people should be called "Gothic style" here?He didn't know very well, so he couldn't help but take a second look, and found that no one in the subway cared about him except him. It turned out that everyone was familiar with it, even Shi Leping was like this, no wonder he was so calm.

The students like them carrying the piano case and the group of people became two sides of the subway, light and darkness intertwined, and they were staged alternately in the white-lighted carriages.

The group got out of the car quickly, at a stop that didn't belong to any tourist advertisement.

As expected, Shi Leping guessed well. Wang Sheng pulled him down at the station near the Music Association building, and pretended to say, "Guess where we are going." He pulled all the way helplessly wry smile.

"Come and see our dreams!"

Wang Sheng pointed to the association building, which looked unpretentious on the surface compared to other famous buildings in the city, and said excitedly to him.Judging from the red and yellow exterior of this building, it is really impossible to imagine how magnificent the inside is.Shi Leping asked him: "Have you ever been in?" Wang Sheng said that he went in to see a performance once, and he never went there again.

The two of them found a place to sit down and looked at the building as if they were looking up at a large starry sky. Both of them had the same longing in their eyes, as if a beautiful hope was right in front of them.

Golden|color|great|hall, the manor that many musicians dream of, they may not be able to enter even if their skulls are broken.Thousands of people in the world regard it as an ideal. It stands still and quietly nests in a corner of Vienna, surrounded by a bunch of Gothic and Baroque buildings. It is neither gorgeous nor noble.But once you knock on its door, everyone will be amazed by the magnificent decoration in the concert hall.

Here is the lighthouse, the beacon, the pilot's signal, the rising sun.

Wang Sheng said that where there are geniuses, there will also be people like us.Since you can't be the moon in the sky, you can still be the stars arching the moon and shining in other places, don't you think so?

Shi Leping said that it is rare for you to have such a mind. I thought you were the kind of arrogant person who thinks highly of himself.

Wang Sheng said, don't underestimate me, I also have my own ideals, come with me in a while, and I will take you to experience my ideals.

Shi Leping looked at the building with all the exterior lights turned on at night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it clearly. There was only a large illusory light in his field of vision, which was an ideal land he couldn't touch.

Music is so irritating, you can tell if you have talent or not, no matter how hard you practice, a genius will always be a step ahead of you.Who can't work hard, the same practice time and the same practice repertoire, the people who pull it are different, and the songs that come out are also different.There is always such a small difference, but it is a thousand miles away. This is the distance between geniuses and ordinary people, which makes people feel daunted and deeply desperate.

Wang Sheng has been here for a year. In an environment where strong players have their own strong players, he had to accept this reality.Although the whole family treated him as a genius when he was a child, there are so many people like him here.He was hit, but he quickly cheered up, all because of his natural optimism, unlike Shi Leping who was not willing to be reconciled to the slightest difference, always thinking about proving himself.

"I'm still not reconciled!" Xerox said angrily, "I can't convince myself like you, just to be a star!" He stood up and said to the building of the Music Association: "No matter what the result is, I'm going You have to work hard, and you don't believe that there is a gap in this world that can't be filled by hard work!"

Wang Sheng couldn't help applauding for his inspiring speech. He stood up, walked to Shi Leping's side, patted his back and said, "I believe you can do it, so what about a genius, can she still be a genius?" Can you become another Paganini? In my opinion, you are not necessarily worse than her!"

"Are you serious?" Shi Leping looked at him suspiciously, apparently not believing what he said later.

Wang Sheng touched Pinocchio's nose, and said falteringly: "It won't be worse than her forever, you say so."

Shi Leping snorted and turned his head away.Wang Sheng thought he was angry, panicked, and continued to explain desperately: "Although she is younger than you and plays the piano better than you, there will always be a day when she is not as good as you. She is sick, has a cold, or is not in good condition... ..." His voice gradually fell under Shi Leping's speechless stare, and his bewildered expression made Shi Leping feel inexplicably happy. He burst out laughing, and the anger on his face was swept away. And the light.Shi Leping smiled and said to him: "Didn't you just take me to see your ideal place?"

Seeing his smile, Wang Sheng froze for a few seconds before reacting: "What ideal place?"

Shi Leping said dissatisfiedly: "You just said to take me to see your ideal."

Wang Sheng came back to his senses and remembered what he said, "Damn it, I really said that." He took Shi Leping's hand, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"The heart of Vienna."

"Go to church at this time? Your ideal is not to be an evangelist." He teased him with a smile.

"I have no religious beliefs, what kind of missionary?"

"I don't have any religious beliefs. Why are you dragging me to church at this hour? I want to remind you that St. Stephen's Basilica at night is scary. I dare not go in with you."

Wang Sheng seemed to hear such interesting words for the first time. He turned to look at Shi Leping and said, "Are you still afraid of the church at night? Then I will take you in for a stroll no matter what I say."

Shi Leping was really scared. He said, "Anyway, I won't go in if I kill you. If you want to go, go alone. I'll wait for you outside."

Wang Sheng curled his lips and compromised, "It doesn't make sense for me to go in alone, we can just take a look outside."

"Walking?"

"It's not far anyway, isn't it? It's only 10 minutes by subway. I don't like to take the subway. Let's walk through the pedestrian street and find something to eat nearby."

"When you say that, I feel a little hungry."

"I'm patronizing my ideals, so what if I don't fill my stomach." While talking, Wang Sheng dragged him to a store on the street and had a hearty meal.

When we walked to the legendary St. Stephen's Basilica, it was already after ten o'clock, and even the churches were closed.Standing in front of this towering Gothic-style building, even Wang Sheng, who is not afraid of anything, feels oppressed. As Shi Leping said, the church at night is eerie, like zombies crawling out of the Middle Ages Like the tomb of the church, people are everywhere, no wonder many ghost stories choose the background of the church.

Even the wind blowing on the street at this time had an inexplicable gloomyness, Shi Leping couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly, and asked Wang Sheng anxiously: "It's time to talk about it this time, don't fool me, sooner or later." Say leave early, hurry up!"

At this time, Wang Sheng twitched, he hesitated and said: "I want...I want to do..."

Shi Leping couldn't hear the next few words clearly, so he moved his ear to it and said loudly, "What did you say?"

"I said!" Wang Sheng raised the volume and shouted into his ear: "I want to be a rock music violinist!"

Shi Leping touched his injured ear displeasedly, and asked doubtfully, "What does that have to do with this church?"

“It was this church that inspired me!”

"I still don't understand," he said puzzled.

"Actually, I don't really understand why this kind of thought suddenly came to me. The first time I came here with my parents, it was daytime, and the whole family flocked to visit other people's places of worship, making a lot of noise. Then I heard the tour guide say that the church was built in the twelfth century. I thought to myself that each brick has experienced such a long time. Knowing that all the people on the earth are dead, will it still stand?" Wang Sheng looked at the towering spire, with a little fantasy and longing, and recalled: "The tour guide later said that it was once in ten After being burned down in the fourth century, it was rebuilt, and the original Roman style was added with a Gothic style, and then it was destroyed and reborn continuously, incorporating the styles of countless eras into his arms." He turned around and looked at it excitedly. Shi Leping said: "Did you know that there are light projections inside, which surprised me the most. The meaningful monograms were illuminated in colorful lights, so funny! It's like a bar and nightclub! I laughed outright on the spot, Don't you think it's rock 'n' roll?"

Shi Leping didn't know why, and said with a blank face: "Where is the point of rock and roll? I really can't hear it."

"It's just... breaking through the boundaries? I haven't taken culture classes for a few years, so I can't describe it. It's just... you think, the church is a serious place, but there is a person like me who compares it to that of a bar." It’s just because of its lighting. Why do you think they choose that kind of light? Why can’t they choose a more solemn lighting method? As soon as I got here, I found it very interesting and wanted to get to know each other. The person who set up this plan." Wang Sheng laughed.

"I kind of understand..." Shi Leping looked at him and said, "This is the same as your idea of ​​combining rock music and violin, right. The more things that don't seem to match, the more energy they will explode after combining The bigger it is, the more it will give people infinite reverie, just like when you see the lights of a church, you will think of a bar. The violin is a classical instrument, and it is not impossible to use it for rock, but where are you going to find like-minded people to follow you? What about forming a band?"

"Are you interested?" Wang Sheng asked him directly.

"No, my ideal in life is in the first place." Shi Leping rejected his invitation very resolutely and unequivocally, without even having time to think about it.

They left St. Stephen's Cathedral and talked about their ideals while walking on the street.

Shi Leping said that he hoped that he could become a member under the command of Seiji Ozawa in the future and play Strauss' waltz in the concert hall.Wang Sheng said that his ideal is to become a violinist in the rock world, and then give a concert at Madison Square Garden in New York, so that people all over the world can listen to his performance.Shi Leping joked that your dream is much bigger than mine, I just want more than 1000 people to hear my piano sound, you actually thought of the whole world!Amazing!

They made jokes all the way to the bank of the Danube. Shi Leping said, I will play "The Blue Danube" for you, as a warm-up for your future trip to New York, and also for my best dream.

Wang Sheng said not to play such a dull tune.Xerox plausibly retorted that he was dull. This is Strauss' waltz, the second national anthem of Austria!Shut your mouth and listen carefully!

When he was ready to play, Wang Sheng said again: "Can the song of the subjugated country not be dull? Every time I play it, I am full of bitterness and hatred, and I have to cheer others up with a forced smile. I don’t like it anyway. Try something else, something that makes you happy from the bottom of your heart.”

Shi Leping put down the violin and said unwillingly: "Then I won't play, you come!"

Wang Sheng said: "I come and I come, I don't believe that everything is inferior to you."

He thought for a while, looking at the shimmering Danube under the moonlight, he suddenly had an inspiration.He put the bowstring on the piano, closed his eyes, and the midnight wind blew on his face, as if he smelled the familiar smell of green grass buried deep in his memory. The smell of humidity in the air.

The God of Mu blew the reed flute, and the silent night was like a silent dream. He was sleepy and lazy, and fell asleep in the afternoon.

In the quiet Lin Ze, in the scorching Gao Yang, there is nowhere to hide desires.

He was entangled with the fairy in the dream, without guilt or kindness, that was him, cunning and evil, and there was no need to cover up in the dream.

However, the dream went away quietly, and the fairy shyly broke away from his embrace, leaving him alone on the thirsty beach, sobbing in pain because of sex.

The God of Mu does not want to wake up... He is indulging in his dreams, just to taste the fine wine made from empty grapes one more time, and to see the phantom of the fairy again in his dreams...

At that time, they were still young, they had dreams they didn't want to wake up from, wine they were thirsty for, and someone they admired infinitely, and there was always a fire of desire burning in their hearts.

Too young to know the taste of broken dreams.

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