Double King Concerto Op. 192

Yu Zhen is a child prodigy.

Every child in this world is gifted, but there are only a handful of prodigies.

So the opportunity is very important. The direction of the talent determines the possibility of being discovered and tapped. In addition, there are opportunities.

Yu Zhen's talents are in architecture and music. In fact, the latter should be easier to be discovered and the former's existence should be ignored, but the opportunity is a very wonderful thing - when Yu Zhen's father and younger father are discussing that the child should When learning some musical instrument, Yu Zhen listened to Bach's "Ave Maria" and drew a somewhat Gothic style church.

——Yu Zhen was three years old that year.

It is not easy for a three-year-old child to be able to draw a straight line!Even if a five or six-year-old child draws a house, it’s just an ordinary triangle with a rectangle under it!If you are a little better, you can draw a three-dimensional view, okay?

However, Yu Chun drew a church.Don't ask how the two fathers saw that it was a church. Although there is no cross, the architectural style is there, and they painted a Virgin on the wall of the church!

painting!up!indivual!Holy!mother!

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yu Yinglong was so excited that he almost spit out the tea he just drank, but was slapped on the mouth by Yan Zhen, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and then Dad Yu choked like this, which was loved by the masses.

Compared to Yu Yinglong who was painting "Fog Grass" all the time, Yan Zhen seemed calmer by no less than [-]%.I turned off the "Ave Maria" that was playing on a loop, and had a long and cordial talk with my children.

The result of the long talk was that Yan Zhen made a final decision and decided that his son would learn piano on Saturday and art on Sunday—Yu Yinglong protested and dismissed, but Yu Zhen objected to be invalid.

This decision didn’t change even though Yu Zhen’s IQ was later discovered to be higher than that of ordinary people, not only he learned things quickly, but also his memory was miraculously capable of high purity and fidelity, so he would skip grades and play at every turn, and it continued until he went to college.

What is really scary has never been the group of geniuses, but the species of geniuses who have never stopped practicing and have been working hard.

Of course, afterward, Yu Yinglong also asked why he wanted his son to learn piano, and Yan Zhen's answer was quite interesting——

"I just play the violin, don't I want to train my son the violin myself?!"

"But the violin is the queen of instruments! queen! queen!"

"It must be for this reason that I always fail to counterattack!"

"Half of his genes are yours and half are mine. The chances of him being gay are too high. I have to suffer for the rest of my life. Do I want to watch my son step by step on the road of being oppressed?! "

"So you have to learn from the king of western musical instruments, and you will become the most popular master in the future, the man above men!"

After listening to the above explanation, there is only one thought in Yu Yinglong's head: Oh dear, why are you so cute~

Little classmate Yu Zhen, who skipped a grade and became a habit, couldn't adapt to the sudden slowdown of the pace when he entered college. The stubborn child who was used to freedom continued to live at his own pace, so he read all the textbooks for one semester and read them for a week. childlike.

Although he knew that his Fa Xiaoer was a child prodigy, Qiu Weiran was shocked after seeing Yu Shentong's amazing learning ability with his own eyes - this is not reading a book, turning a page every minute is simply scanning a book!

After having friendly exchanges with the teachers of the theoretical courses of various majors, Yu Xiaozhen, who was granted the green light, showed an angelic smile while holding a long book list.Next, except for the public classes, [-] went to the library and gnawed bricks with a pile of professional books; [-] went directly to the studio because there were no public classes, and didn’t go back until he finished painting. Use; as for Sunday, taking advantage of Xiao Qiuzi’s lack of class, he dragged others around to look at the city’s buildings and commented on them. Children don’t have so many taboos, and they just open their mouths and talk about the advantages and disadvantages of other architects’ wisdom crystallization. It seemed like a bald head came out, making passers-by confused, but the owner of the building couldn't laugh or cry.

After half a month of this kind of life, Yu Zhen received a call from the school's literature and art department before he had time to harass the teacher to open the book list, telling himself to go to the auditorium at [-] o'clock in the afternoon to talk about the precautions when awarding awards.

"Awards?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone was very kind and generous: "Your award for righteous deeds, the mayor and the principal will personally present you with a trophy certificate, oh yes, there is also a bonus. This is a school-wide cultural ceremony. The department's welcome party is different. You are a freshman, and you may not know it, but this is an annual tradition of University A, with cultural programs, and several important awards will be integrated and awarded."

Yu Zhen thought about it, and it seemed that Xiao Qiuzi had mentioned such a thing: "Okay, I understand, thank you."

There was also a few polite words and hung up the phone.

As soon as I stepped into the teaching building, I happened to meet the instructor walking out, and there was a tall and handsome follower behind him.

Yu Zhen, who has a photographic memory, naturally remembers that handsome face that he has to admit, and even remembers that deep voice.

Every time I think of that voice, I think of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 18 in C Minor, Op. [-]", can't tell why.

Stopping: "Mr. Shi is good."

"Yo, Yu Zhen, I just have something to tell you." The guide stepped forward and patted the child on the shoulder habitually.Tsk, still so skinny.

Little classmate Yu Zhen looked up and listened to the instruction.

The handsome follower was taken aback for a moment.

"You asked me to hand over an album to Mr. Zou, right? Mr. Zou finished reading the paintings for you today, and the whole office is running around shouting for you."

Yu Chun: Teacher, can you stop talking like Professor Zou is an idiot?

Moss: ...

"Okay, I've brought my words here." The instructor smiled very warmly today, and waved his hand, "Teacher Zou's office is on the fifth floor, Room 518, let's go there."

"Good teacher, thank you."

The meeting, which was thought to be over in an hour, was eventually extended to nearly three hours.

Zou Huaijin finally saw the child prodigy in front of him, so excited that he almost lost his breath, and Yu Zhen was startled.

So half an hour passed quietly in the process of giving the old professor a smooth ride.

Then came the moment when Yu Zhen was so excited that he almost lost his breath—the old professor took out Yu Zhen's paintings, and made notes on the back of each one, and circled the insufficient places in the pictures with a pencil. Patiently and kindly explained to the children in detail, and also took out their own materials for reference.

Listening to this, little student Yu Zhen played around, took out the painting with the most pencil circles and sat down on the empty office chair to change it on the spot. to something wrong.

It was almost four o'clock when the two of them finished modifying the design.

Junior student Yu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched, looked at the edited picture on the table and smiled.

Old Professor Zou looked at the child with a sense of accomplishment that the hero who cut the diameter had done a lot of work, and followed the activities with his old arms and legs, smiling.

"I heard that you are only 12 years old, and you still act bravely?"

"Teacher, you also know about this?" Yu Xiaoyingxiong smiled embarrassedly, "But my birthday is on Christmas, so I'm not even 12 years old to be precise."

Old hero Zou burst into tears, and Huangguoshu fell like a waterfall: I finally found a good Miao Miao!Mr. Wang, you and your disciples are waiting to stare blankly!snort!

"Ah!" Little student Yu Zhen saw the watch hanging on the wall in front of him, he was in a bad mood, and his face became stiff instantly.

"What's wrong? Where is it hurt?"

"It didn't hurt anywhere, I just forgot that a senior called me to go to the auditorium at three o'clock to listen to the precautions."

Mr. Zou looked at his watch, patted his chest, and gave support to his apprentice (self-proclaimed) in a confident manner: "It's only four o'clock, don't be afraid, if they dare to say you, just tell me, I'll go find them!"

——Someone who was waiting outside the door couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the vague movement: If all the teachers are like this, are the so-called student cadres still in the same place?

Yu Yingxiong, who has the physique of a virgin, naturally wouldn't let the teacher use his identity to overwhelm others, so he made an appointment with Professor Zou to come back tomorrow morning, put the painting with the teacher first, and ran outside with a shoulder bag.

Before running a few steps in the corridor, Yu Yingxiong was caught from behind.

"Running, jumping and fighting are not allowed in the corridor, it's common sense."

—It's that Piano Concerto No. [-] in C minor, Op. [-] again!

Junior student Yu Zhen was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had never been arrested for violating discipline since he was so old, and the reason why teachers usually sue is "this kid's brain is too fast, he always rushes to answer in class, and the other students don't show it." Occasionally, there will be "Although the childish words are not taboo, but sometimes Yu Zhen's words are a bit hurtful, too direct" and so on.

"I didn't make a fuss."

"But you ran away."

Yu Zhen lowered his head and flattened his mouth, resolutely endured it: if he admits his mistakes with a good attitude, maybe he can be let go earlier.

Moss didn't speak, just stood there.

There was no movement for a long time, Yu Zhen raised his head suspiciously, and saw Rachmaninoff's works looking at him with a smile on his face.

Yu Chun frowned: Where did this come from?

"You are Yu Zhen?"

Yu Zhen nodded.

"I'm from the Discipline Inspection Department of the Student Union of the School of Architecture, and my name is Moss."

Yu Zhen frowned: So this is a lengthy ideological education?

Seeing the child's reaction, Moss was delighted: This well-known hero Yu is no different from ordinary children. Where is the forum that uploads it so miraculously.

"Senior, it's really my fault to run in the corridor."

If he dragged on, he would only be in more trouble. The witty Comrade Yu Zhen quickly adjusted his posture, actively conducted self-criticism, and prepared to deeply analyze and review his own mistakes.

"Well, it's good to know it's wrong."

——At first, I wanted to play with the children for a while, but I was worried that if I really scared them to tears, the follow-up work would not be easy to do.

Hearing that Work Eighteen answered, Yu Zhen hastily swallowed what he hadn't said yet, "I thought about it, and it's not good if I run into someone or even something in the corridor", lowered his head again and waited. pardon.

"I was sent to take you to the auditorium."

"???" The topic changed too fast, the concubine couldn't keep up.

"I was waiting at the door at three o'clock." Moss raised his wrist to look at his watch, and twitched his lips. "Well, it's only four o'clock, don't be afraid."

"..." Work Eighteen is really scary!

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