fingers of musicians

Wen Yuean sat in a wheelchair, bent slightly, and looked at the boy under the bed.He called softly: "Senior brother."

He Yulou has no younger siblings, and when he was a child, he always wanted to be an older brother, so he asked Wen Yuean to call him "brother" to get over his addiction to being an older brother.

Wen Yuean refused.

He Yulou made a gesture, and both of them were sitting on the piano bench. He was much taller than Wen Yuean: "I'm already older than you, what's wrong with you calling me brother?"

Wen Yuean said, "You are not my brother."

He Yulou said, "I am your elder brother."

Wen Yue'an: "You are the son of Teacher Gu and Teacher He, but I am not."

He made it clear early in the morning that he never regarded himself as the He family.

He Yulou thought for a while, and found a little book he had hidden from the pile of piano scores on the top floor of the bookcase—a picture book of ancient knight-errant novels.

"Okay, you should have called me Brother, and it's okay if you don't. You are here to learn the piano, and you are later than me, so you should always call me Senior Brother." He Yulou pointed to one of the pictures, "However, you see, 'Confucianism breaks the law with literature, and chivalry violates the law with martial arts.' We learn piano... probably count as martial arts. If you can play it better than me, then you don't have to follow this rule."

At that time, Wen Yuean was too young, and only half understood: He Yulou wanted to compete with him on the piano.

He has picked the most difficult bomb, but he still can't compare.

He Yulou played the piano for several years more than Wen Yue'an, so he could have won easily.Wen Yue'an plays five difficult pieces, and he can win if he plays six, but He Yulou has always refused to let others. He often made others lose face in the elementary school attached to the Conservatory of Music. He is very capable, so he must not play. Nine points.

He Yulou played the complete piece, Wen Yuean still stared at his fingers, not speaking for a long time.

He Yulou laughed—it was the kind of tricky or provocative smile again.

After laughing for a long time, he said leisurely: "Call someone."

Wen Yue'an didn't call.

He Yulou raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curved even wider, this time he was trying to play tricks: "Again?"

Wen Yuean pursed her lips: "Come again."

"No." He Yulou smiled and shook his head, "You call someone first."

Wen Yuean didn't speak.

He Yulou stood up, stretched his fingers, stretched himself, then turned and walked towards the yard.

"There will be a next time if you call." He spoke in a high tone, with a relaxed and complacent look, and Wen Yue'an could see a smile from his back.

After a long time, Wen Yuean hesitated and called out the door: "...Brother."

He Yulou was actually leaning against the outer wall of the small building, feeding the koi from a distance while waiting for Wen Yuean to call him, but he pretended not to hear him, wanting to hear more.

When he heard the movement of the wheelchair, he simply lay down in the grass in the yard and pretended to sleep.

Wen Yuean turned the wheelchair to the door, and shouted into the grass from a distance: "Senior brother."

After he yelled several times, He Yulou turned over and sat up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and asked nonchalantly, "What are you doing?"

Afterwards, Wen Yuean often competed with He Yulou on the piano, except for the last time, she never won.

So with the name "Senior Brother", I called him from a child to a teenager.

Once, Wen Yue'an found He Yulou under the bed, and called out, "Senior Brother, Teacher Gu told you to come with me to Lintie."

He Yulou didn't open his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yue'an said: "The Stele of Cao Quan."

He Yulou reached out to touch a piece of piano score, and covered his face: "The Stele of Cao Quan is too regular and boring."

Wen Yue'an wanted to write running script. Since the second king, she was graceful and elegant, but her exit was: "Then, are you still facing the Wei monument?"

He Yulou closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he got out of the bed and went straight to cut paper and polish ink, talking about the monument of Linwei.

Gu Jiapei likes Han Li, while He Yulou likes Wei Bei, which is like He Shenping.

When He Yulou was a child, He Shenping asked him to read "Zhang Menglong Stele" and "Zheng Wengong Stele".

Many years later, Wen Yuean wrote a memoir, which is very strange.

In a person's life, there may only be a few days of earth-shaking, and there are countless ordinary things.He always puts too much ink on those ordinary things, talking about playing the piano, practicing calligraphy, and playing chess, page after page, as if tirelessly writing those tiny and even repetitive things, as if there is no day that is not worth writing .

For those earth-shattering things, he often mentions them in a few strokes, and there is even only one sentence on a page.

For example, some childhood stories contained only two lines on a page: Renyin was in the midst of winter, heavy snowfall, Mr. He was labeled as a rightist and sent to work in a porcelain factory, and Mr. Gu took us to the train station to see him off.

The snow in the south is always wrapped in freezing rain, and it melts when it falls on the body, and the chill can always soak into the bones.And the rain and snow were blown obliquely by the wind, no matter how big an umbrella was, it couldn't stop it.

He Shenping was carrying luggage and a backpack, Gu Jiapei was holding Wen Yuean, and He Yulou and He Yuge were walking aside with an umbrella.

A group of people walked to the train station on ice and snow.

It was not such a beautiful snowy scene. The snow melted quickly on the ground, and it had already been trampled to a dirty state. The muddy water dripped on the ice particles, meandering, and accidentally seeped into the socks from the toe of the shoe.

It doesn't often snow in the south, so He Yuge looked around for a while, and asked: "The book says 'Mountain dancing silver snake, the original galloping wax elephant', and it also says 'Snow-wrapped, extraordinarily enchanting', why can't I see it?"

He Yulou said: "You forgot the first sentence, 'Northern scenery'."

He Yuge said: "How can there be so much injustice? Is the snow in the north clean, but the snow in the south is dirty?"

He Shenping hung the luggage on the shoulder of the hand holding the umbrella, touched He Yuge's head with one free hand, and said warmly: "Snow is of course clean. Sometimes, someone just gets it dirty."

Gu Jiapei didn't say a word along the way, but at this moment she whispered: "The dirty ones are people."

He Shenping sighed lightly: "Jia Pei."

The two words were blown away in the wind at once, and a name was as light as a feather in such rain and snow.

"I'm freezing to death, I'm freezing to death." He Yuge stepped into a puddle and quickly shrank his feet, "When will we get to the train station?"

He Shenping picked up He Yuge with one hand: "Come on."

The big clock on the top of the train station has already shown a silhouette in the rain, snow and fog.

Gu Jiapei tightened her arms, and hugged Wen Yue'an even tighter: "I hope the road will be longer when walking in the snow, but this is the first time."

There was the sound of treading snow on the ground.

One after another.

A bell rings ahead.

One after another.

When we arrived at the train station, the train hadn't arrived yet, so He Shenping took out a bag of candies from his backpack: "You guys eat."

He Yulou opened the packaging bag, gave Gu Jiapei, He Yuge, and Wen Yuean one each, and then stuffed the bag back into He Shenping's backpack.

In Wen Yuean's memory, it was on that day that he was holding a candy, and before he could put it in his mouth, he saw He Yulou standing on the platform where the cold wind was whistling past, taking the sugar from He Shenping's shoulder. Luggage, by the time a green leather train arrives, turns from a boy to a teenager.

A long whistle sounded, and the train was coming.

The train stops at this stop for 10 minutes.

He Yulou put He Shenping's luggage on the luggage rack, glanced at the wall clock on the platform, and said to He Shenping who was still standing outside the train door: "Dad, there are only 9 minutes left, get on the train."

"Nine minutes." He Shenping murmured, "Yulou, come here."

He Yulou jumped off the train.

"Yulou, remember..." He Shenping rolled up his sleeves, took off a watch from his left wrist, and put it on He Yulou's hand, "In nine minutes, you can play Chopin's "Fantasia Impromptu" twice."

The brown leather strap and the silver metal dial are foreign brands that He Yulou has never seen before.

He Shenping was much taller than He Yulou at this time, and the hole closest to the leather strap was made later, but it was still a little thicker than He Yulou's wrist when worn.

"I called." He Shenping said, "I knew I would give it to you one day, but I didn't expect... so early."

After he finished speaking, he walked up to Gu Jiapei, shook her hand lightly, and said to the three children: "Yue'an is still young, and Yuge and Yulou are not small anymore. Do you know what I am going to do? Transformation .I made some mistakes, so I need to go to labor reform."

He Shenping thought for a while, glanced at the eyes of the three children one by one, and explained: "It's like the floor is dirty and needs to be cleaned."

He Yuge asked: "Dad, what mistake did you make?"

He Shenping stared at the end of the railway, and didn't speak until the train was about to leave.

The moment he stepped on the metal ladder, he turned around and said, "I don't know either. But—"

"Ugh-"

The long honking of the whistle accompanied by the rumble of the train starting to move drowned out He Shenping's words.

"But of course the music is clean, and the harp is of course clean."

In front of a huge machine, a person's voice is always too soft.Saying something is just to make my heart echo.

He Yulou chased the train and shouted, "Dad, what did you say?"

He Shenping took out the bag of candy from his backpack and threw it to He Yulou from a distance: "I'm still a child, you can eat candy."

The bag fell apart in mid-air, and the sugar scattered all over the floor.These candies only had one big outer bag, no separate candy wrappers, and the surface was covered with dust all at once.

The bag was blown over by the wind onto another rail, and was quickly crushed by a roaring black freight train.

The green train got smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the snow along with the end of the railway.

He Yulou knelt on the ground, picked up the candies one by one, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, until he couldn't fit anything.

He puffed his cheeks and walked back, holding a handful of candies he picked up from the ground.

Gu Jiapei said: "Yulou, don't eat it."

He Yulou took a mouthful of hard candy, raised his lips with some difficulty, and said with a smile: "I can eat it for another day."

Wen Yuean grabbed a handful of candy from He Yulou's hand and stuffed it into her mouth as well.

That was the last day for He Yulou to eat candy, but Wen Yuean continued to eat it for many years, and it was all given by He Yulou.

In that year, no one asked them to visit the monument of Wei, but He Yulou wrote more than before. When He Shenping came back, the paper of the monument of Linwei was already high.