fingers of musicians

After reading the last word, Galois gently closed the notebook.

Zhong Guanbai stood there for a long time before saying: "...I don't know what to say."

Words are probably a kind of wonderful thing, a few words make those pictures appear one by one in front of his eyes, it seems that Lu Zaoqiu back then is now standing in the yard full of flowers, within reach.

"I really don't know what to say, really." Zhong Guanbai repeated to himself.

"Then don't say it." Galois smiled, very considerate.She felt that Zhong Guanbai's appearance at this time was the same as the boy who didn't know how to treat a bird in the diary, a little clumsy.This kind of momentary bewilderment is not very common around her, and it is not unique to young people, but it is difficult for people who are old in heart to maintain a sense of surprise and caution about certain beautiful things.

Galois put away the notes, thought for a while, and then took the cube with the grand piano floating on it from the shelf: "I think you'll want it."

"I'm already very happy to hear the contents of the notes." Zhong Guanbai shook his head, but didn't answer, "There is only one of each, and it is a pity for the memorial hall to lose one."

"It's not a pity." Galois said, "My uncle loves music very much, but he has no talent for playing. His wife used to be a flutist in a symphony orchestra when she was young, but she quit the orchestra because of illness. His original intention of doing this is to Making his wife happy is also because of his love for music. I think, for him, the most important thing is love and music. There is already your piano sound here, and it," Galois glanced at the cube The piano "can also be kept by the most suitable people."

Zhong Guanbai thought for a while, but still didn't answer: "If it is mine now, then I decide to put it here forever so that more people can see it. Because love and music should belong to everyone."

Galois was touched by the decision and nodded.

When the two said goodbye, Zhong Guanbai said that he wanted to stay in the courtyard by himself for a while, Galois smiled and said that it would be good to close the courtyard door when leaving.

With the wind blowing, Zhong Guanbai seemed to smell a hint of sea water. In the yard surrounded by various plants, he suddenly remembered the rose field that he walked with Lu Zaoqiu, the succulent garden, and the " The root is in the soil, the head is in the heaven".

In fact, that was talking about Lu Zaoqiu, he thought, Lu Zaoqiu who was imprisoned in the ordinary world.

What he said was sad at the beginning, but now that he thinks about it, it was simply the luck that Zhong Guanbai had in his life.

The European winter night came early, and when the sun was about to sink, he locked the courtyard door and drove back to the hotel.All the way to the scenery of the seaside mountain city, the violin music in the mobile phone was transmitted from the car stereo through bluetooth, that was the music that Lu Zaoqiu played only for him, and no third person heard it.The emotions in those pieces are so unrestrained, every bow pours out the desire to hold people in their arms, if it is not for music critics or researchers who have studied Lu Zaoqiu's entire performance career in an extremely detailed and complete way, probably It's hard to believe that it was made by Lu Zaoqiu.

About halfway through the car, the sound of the violin was suddenly interrupted, Zhong Guanbai glanced at the phone screen, it was Lu Yingru's call.At this time, it was very late in China, and it should be an urgent matter. Zhong Guanbai felt slightly depressed when he thought of the agreed meeting with Lu Zaoqiu's father.

"Sister Yingru." Zhong Guanbai pressed the connect button.

"Zhong Guanbai, I just heard from my father that you are going to see him. I suggest you not to go." Lu Yingru's voice was emotionless, like some kind of paid senior professional consultant, "Maybe you think the matter is serious and urgent, but You should be able to imagine that if your father is really determined, people like him are more than means. For so many years, he has not taken any actions that can be called "total ban on playing the violin". He only occasionally treats Early Autumn... Lu Yingru paused, and chose an ugly word that she hardly ever used, "Crazy, it means he is not very determined. You don't need to do anything more, if something really happens, I am here." She didn't say it directly What's more, the man who occupies a high position and is used to controlling everything is aging, and is gradually losing his control over the Lu family.

"Sister Yingru, you..." Zhong Guanbai said, "I don't mean to blame you, but I can't accept that there is a person who goes crazy about early autumn from time to time, even if that person is his father. Early autumn never let me know about this Now that he is finally willing to let me know, it is impossible for me to do nothing."

"What are you going to do?" Lu Yingru was not angry. Even though she disagreed with Zhong Guanbai, she could feel that Zhong Guanbai was different from before. The weak and irresponsible Zhong Guanbai seemed to her She has also grown up, although the speed is not fast, and she can't be regarded as worthy of Lu Zaoqiu now in her eyes, but this kind of growth still makes her have a good impression.

"Convince Early Autumn's father, use all methods." Zhong Guanbai said, "Of course, I know that you must have tried this, but I still want to try it. I believe that no one knows a violinist better than me." Lu Zaoqiu, a performer. If I really can't convince him no matter what, at least I hope he won't make that kind of phone call to Zaoqiu in the future. Whenever he has any dissatisfaction, just tell me."

To Lu Yingru, Zhong Guanbai's words were still very naive, but she didn't stop her, just said: "Don't be too optimistic."

"Until now, I still think that optimism is a good thing, and I still believe that if I communicate sincerely and hard enough, there is hope to shake some deep-rooted stereotypes. Of course, change is difficult, but as long as you start doing it, change will be It’s possible. Sister Ying Ru, as you said, early autumn’s father is not very firm, but I,” Zhong Guanbai looked at the ray of light ahead of the road, said with a smile, “very, very firm.”

"Zhong Guanbai," Lu Yingru smiled very rarely. At this moment, she suddenly realized that Zhong Guanbai and Lu Zaoqiu had some kind of essential similarities. "You can check your email in five minutes. If you meet my father If you have any difficulties, call me." She turned to the secretary and said, "Abe, send my father's information to Zhong Guanbai."

Zhong Guanbai was a little curious when he heard the name. Abe comes from Abraham, and no one in China would take such a religious English name.But the other party was from Lu Yingru, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Lu Yingru hung up the phone, and Abe quickly said, "Boss Lu, it has been sent."

Lu Yingru responded, and after a while, her back, which was as tense as a steel plate, slowly relaxed, leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes and said, "Play the video of the competition when I was a child in early autumn."

Lu Zaoqiu participated in more than one major competition when he was growing up, and each competition had a series of competitions. Abe asked: "Mr. Lu, which competition video is it?"

Lu Yingru said: "Paganini, the final." In fact, it wasn't childhood, Lu Zaoqiu was already in middle school at that time, but for Lu Yingru, the past except the present can be counted as Lu Zaoqiu's childhood.

Abe played the game video on the monitor used for video conference, and then stood aside to watch with Lu Yingru.

The oriental young man on the screen has superb piano skills, and his expression is not inferior. Anyone who sees it will be attracted, not the later appearance. Indeed, even if a person who plays like a machine has superb skills, it is impossible to enter Paganini. Finalist of the International Violin Competition.Lu Yingru remembered that it was a very rare period for Lu Zaoqiu. He was as happy as when their mother hadn't left. That period came suddenly and was very short. After that period ended, Lu Zaoqiu fell into a long period of depression. , taking medicine non-stop, under the severe side effects of stomach cramps, vomiting, becoming thinner, and at the same time playing the violin like a machine day and night, and almost never smiled before meeting Zhong Guanbai.

"Abe, look for the recent performance video of early autumn." After the competition video was finished, Lu Yingru said again.

The first secretary used his professional search ability and immediately gave all the public performance videos of this year and a series of candid videos for selection.

Lu Yingru said, "Play it all over again."

When she saw the video of Zhong Guanbai and Lu Zaoqiu performing together in the college recently, which was secretly filmed by someone, she gradually revealed a smile that seemed much softer than usual: "Let's take a vacation after the next year."

It is rare for Lu Yingru to relax like this, Abe already felt a little strange, but after all, he is the first secretary, so this strangeness can still be concealed, and since Lu Zaoqiu recovered, Lu Yingru seems to be more approachable than before, but after hearing the "vacation" two Words, Mr. First Secretary almost couldn't control his facial expression, because not to mention during his tenure, even when he handed over to the previous secretary who was also called "Abe" by Lu Yingru, he was told that Mr. Lu never took a vacation. One of the reasons Mr. Lu hired multiple secretaries was to ensure that she could still work while the secretaries were legally on leave.

"Mr. Lu, are you going on vacation?" Abe confirmed.

"Is there any question?" Lu Yingru raised her eyes slightly and asked back.

"No." Abe quickly recorded that Mr. Lu would be on vacation after the next year.When he was recording, he suddenly remembered what Lu Yingru said last time. Lu Yingru probably didn't like her job, but for some reason, she never took a vacation, and she always made her work impeccable.

"Ask any questions." Lu Yingru glanced at Abe.

Abe lowered his head: "It's not a work problem."

Lu Yingru stood up and said, "I'm staying here tonight, so you don't need to send me back." She is used to working late at night, and many offices have been equipped with suites from the beginning of the design, and all the necessary items are available, "You are off work now gone."

Abe deliberated on his sentence for a long time, but still felt that he shouldn't ask, so he whispered, "Mr. Lu, then I'll go first."

Lu Yingru nodded slightly and did not speak again.

At the same time, Zhong Guan, who returned to the hotel, clicked to open the email.

The attachment was frighteningly large, and it was much more detailed than the results he had found on the Internet. He lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, and planned to briefly browse through the life of Mr. Lu first.

When he scratched a certain line on a certain page, Zhong Guanbai suddenly sat up.