ABO Plum Green

When you get older, it's not for business matters, but most of your personal relationships are not as caring as when you were young.

The means of fooling the past have also improved significantly with the passage of time.

Just right, creating more opportunities for solitude.

There are very few people who can be called friends with Qu Shi'an - he doesn't like to find people with overlapping circles, and wants to avoid conflicts of interest as much as possible.

It's only an anniversary, he doesn't accept gifts, and he rarely attends other people's weddings or parties.

Song Yuyang took care of Assistant Qu's most commemorative days in a simple and ignorant manner, but he never said he loved him.

The love between the two humble saw-mouthed gourds did not say anything against each other in the end, but each felt embarrassed in their hearts.

After all, it's a matter of not being able to get what you want.

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This year's New Year's Eve, Song Yuyang is still scheduled to go to a concert in Shanghai first, and then just after the New Year's Eve, the Beijing Peking Opera Theater will also perform classic plays.

This arrangement is also routine.

Since Qu Shi’an stopped learning the cello, he has never heard a concert with strings, so he had to go to the wind music, and the wind music alone is usually nothing small, such as the He Luting Concert Hall of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. Had a few games.

If you are unlucky, there will be a few major festivals.

Going to listen to Peking Opera again is also because Qu Shi'an likes it. When he was a teenager, he loved to sing Cheng Pai Tsing Yi. Xue Xiangling's appearance has been improved, coupled with the indistinguishable voice of adolescence, few people have seen it. I can forget it.

The main family of the Song family is in Beijing, unlike the simple family relationship of the Qu family. Every year during the Chinese New Year, the Song family spends their time in any corner, thinking about going back to make a face in front of the old man.

Otherwise, power and interests have to be on the sidelines. Anyway, the Song family can have some money, mainly because they stand on the side with some color. After two or three generations of smart descendants manage it, they will survive.

Although Song Yuyang wasn't the smartest, and he couldn't compete with his peers, but he was especially liked by the old man, and his parents would drive him back to Beijing every year.

"I really don't want to go back. I can't push that old bastard from the north to drink, and I can't pour it down. I have to laugh and laugh, and I will directly carry out some labor reform at the drinking table."

Young Master Song complains like this every year, but every year he can't escape the preparation of the scripts in advance, and the replay of what he has done for another year of playing around.

To be honest, the most annoying thing was explaining why he didn't get married, but he didn't like to complain about this in front of Qu Shi'an.

He was afraid that Qu Shi'an would find him annoying, or he would be so considerate that he would arrange an arranged marriage for him and kick him directly.

Qu Shi'an has been preparing gifts for him since mid-December, and [-]% to [-]% of them will be ready by the end of the month, and they will be ready by mid-January.

Although it is impossible to imagine what kind of crimes Song Yuyang suffers from the seven aunts and eight aunts every year, I am afraid that the cumbersome preparation of gifts can already be seen.

Qu Shi'an never complained with him when he complained. His mentality was already very good, so good that he treated all the things to be done like answering the papers that he had to hand in. Regardless of the length of the words, it is not shameful to know how to do it. .

Although Song Yuyang was cursing, he still had to do a lot of preparations.

I just hoped that the New Year's concert would come soon so that he could justifiably ask Assistant Qu to accompany him to relieve his boredom.

Time flies, just look forward to the long flow of water.

Logically speaking, one has to dress decently to attend a concert. People who are more modest may choose to wear a formal dress or something in winter.

But there are also very casual clothes.

For example, Qu Shi'an and Song Yuyang came here wearing simple dark clothes, and they were all wrapped in dark gray overcoats. Walking under the street lights, the fluff could be a little golden yellow.

Shanghai Conservatory of Music has two campuses.

One is on Lingling Road, very close to the Shanghai Mental Health Center. Get out of Dong’an Road Subway Station on Line 4, walk past Shangyin, and turn a corner to the Mental Hospital and Longhua Hospital.

One is on Fenyang Road. Generally, you take the subway and come down from Huangpi South Road. You can walk a few hundred meters to Ruijin Hospital. There are many recreational places nearby, and you can reach Shangyin within a short walk.

Qu Shi'an has a small building with a courtyard that has only lived in midsummer or late winter for 20 years. It is only a few steps away from the Huangpi South Road subway station.

In the early years, there was a sun room, but in the fifth year when he took over the Qu family, he thought about renovating it when he was redecorating, but the street said it was illegal.

I have never built it again, and I can only raise plants that are not easy to die and are not afraid of wind and rain.

There may be 7 or 8 small buildings in a row, more or less about 5 or 6 of which are occupied by artists. Here, the metronome is adjusted and the variation is practiced, and the fan is played on the other side and starts to play coloratura.

There is also an old gentleman who teaches clarinet living nearby, and children come and go.

He was always swearing loudly, probably because of his sternness, there were always children who would start crying and howling that they had a stomachache as soon as they walked past the security booth.

The changes of the four seasons in Shanghai are no longer so clear. It is not too cold, but it is always raining.

Walking on the road, Song Yuyang tentatively grabbed Qu Shi'an's left hand.

Qu Shi'an cast a glance at him, clenched his hands behind his back and continued walking. Many couples holding hands passed by, some of them were wearing wedding rings, and some were wrapped like balls.

The New Year's Concert has more people than usual, so it is inevitable that it will be bustling.

But Song Yuyang didn't care at all.

He just wants to welcome the next year through the established process with the one he loves as usual.

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By the end of the concert, it would probably be very late for ordinary people, but they planned to live directly in the small building in Qushi'an, so they walked slowly on the road.

It is a habit in Shanghai to have a few paths of falling leaves that cannot be swept. The leaves are almost falling, and it is just right to walk.

The atmosphere was very calm, they held hands, although the nameless wind blowing through was still cold to the bone, so that the exposed skin felt dry, but because they did not let go of their hands along the way, at least their palms were warm.

The ivy that has spread over the years outside the old house has taken shape many years ago, so it is not necessary to mention it now.

A large splash of red, like someone fired a shot at the old time.

When Qu Shi'an was redecorating, he didn't clean up the old plants from before, nor did he paint the outer wall within a reasonable range. .

After eating something briefly, he rolled another pot of Meiziqing, and gave Song Yuyang and himself a glass each.

In fact, Song Yuyang never understood where Qu Shi'an's feeling of tranquility came from, but he felt that no one, including himself, seemed to cause any disturbance to him.

"Did you see how many people there are in the clarinet part of their orchestra today? The entire row in front is full of clarinets, and there is even one that should be counted as the first part without a black music clip."

"I saw it, I saw it, but their overall level is not bad, and their command and control of the field is also good."

Unlike Song Yuyang who was always beaming when he spoke, Qu Shi'an would lower his head and drink tea with eyes lowered, completely peaceful.

When he said this, he raised his head, and his eyes slowly turned to the person in front of him.

I also talked about a lot of things. For example, the trumpet may be a Western music suona. Because of the equipment, the sound of the variation is a bit like setting off firecrackers. It seems that several people are chasing behind and constantly adding weight to send people to heaven.. …

Maybe it was because Qu Shi'an was in the mood today, and there was still a lot to say.

In the end,

"It's fine to listen to some. We are not in this profession. It happened 20 years ago. Now it's time to say that things have changed. You can't always watch the excitement and make people pick your bones."

Song Yuyang was not angry when he was refuted, he just smiled and said that Qu Shi'an was right.

After all, time has really changed. In the past, Qu Shi'an loved to talk about these things, so he always felt that he was good at it. He plunged into these so-called arts, and then grabbed himself to listen. After listening, he always said something good or bad. heap.

How could Song Yuyang have such a certainty at that time? He slept for half of a performance, and Qu Shi Anfei asked him to say good things.

But he always wanted it in his heart.

There are so many people waiting to be Qu Shi'an's little follower, even if he doesn't get the hang of it, wouldn't Qu Shi'an just choose him?

That's right, there's no way to say this thing at all, it's probably like a destined marriage.

The atmosphere finally warmed up, a bit like the Chinese New Year.

Hearing Qu Shi'an speak like this and pretending to be fair, he still couldn't help but be bewitched by the flood of memories.

"An'an, do you still remember that in the fifth grade of primary school, you had a performance at the New Year's Eve party. Originally, the teacher told you to wait in the studio, and it was close by walking, but you were in the studio, supporting The head of the piano, fell asleep leaning against the neck of the piano, and ended up with his face pressed down."

There was a teasing expression on his face as he spoke.

"Then I went to the school cafeteria and found an ice pack to put on you. You also said that you asked me to rub the blood in the flesh on your face, maybe it can disappear faster."

"Hahahahaha, that's true. I was in a panic at the time. Fortunately, you woke me up. Otherwise, once the photo was taken, the campus network would directly kill me socially."

Qu Shi'an obviously still had a fresh memory of this incident.

Song Yuyang became even more elated when he got his words, "That's right, you don't even know that I took a lot of trouble to get into the studio."

He smiled like a teenage girl who was smiling at the beginning of love, and seized every opportunity to stare at his sweetheart.

"That's right, Assistant Qu, it's hard to meet you."

In fact, many people wanted to play with Qu Shi'an back then, but he was the only one who made a lot of trouble and entered the studio reasonably.

He knew that Qu Shi'an never moved the piano in the hands of others, so he only hoped that he would have a chance to put a non-slip mat for him.

Even if he has to do a lot of chores that have nothing to do with his performance, it doesn't matter if he misses the New Year's gifts from other friends, or the programs carefully rehearsed by other teachers and classmates.

When he opened the door and saw Qu Shi'an taking a nap behind the noisy stage, he felt that everything was worth it.