ABO Plum Green

Qu Shi'an didn't seem to care about the passage of time.

Until the morning of the day he passed away, he still looked at the sunshine outside and said that it was good to be young or old.

He already knew his end, couldn't eat at all, and lost 1400 yuan a bag of nutrient solution, sitting on the bedside and admiring the last winter he could see.

The last winter, the first snow.

It may be impossible to go on with the same thing on others, but fortunately, he has no regrets.

Many years ago, it was probably the day when I got the acceptance letter from the university.

Qu Shi'an doesn't like to go out to play, and he doesn't have any special days to commemorate, so in the sultry summer, he always looks at the lush flowers in the yard outside in the air-conditioned room. There are no green tiles, but there are regular red walls.

He received the folder that day, and before opening it, he knew it was the admission letter.

It doesn't mean how long I have been looking forward to, but I have a well-thought-out plan, and I know what result I am worthy of.

Song Yuyang called to ask, and after learning the answer, he told him excitedly that the two had been admitted to the same school.

He was a little happy in his heart, but he didn't expect to be considered.

But I didn't expect Song Yuyang to turn around and ask him if he wanted to go out to play, he didn't want to spoil the fun, so he said yes.

Honestly, already starting to worry about how fucking hot it's going to be outside.

Fortunately, they went to Russia in the end, otherwise Qu Shi'an would lose two or three layers of skin during his trip.

China's art system mainly learns from the former Soviet Union, whether it is ballet, music, or fine arts.

In fact, the Soviets were really good at art.

It's a pity that romance falls before the secular world.

In the end they all lost embarrassingly.

Moscow's subway is known as the "underground art palace", especially the one built during Stalin's period, which is extremely gorgeous and classical.

Qu Shi'an is still very happy to take this kind of subway to and from foreign countries.

Then there is St. Petersburg.

Many, many romantic stories happened here.

Celebrities with independent biographies have found love here, the tsar established a dynasty here, and here is one of the four largest museums in the world. …

For a certain moment, he understood why Kong Wanyu said that the process of painting a painting would take a long, long time.

The primary practice of most of the arts is constant repetition, first squeeze yourself into the appropriate measure, stand on the appropriate beat point, and then have the abstract and impromptu melody that swings the whip and walks out of the rules.

A painter's sense of color, a performer's sense of rhythm, and a dancer's three long and one short.

The threshold in front of the stage is stuck extremely high, but in fact, if you just like it, relatively speaking, if you have enough capital to support it, choosing art is almost like entering a utopia.

You can move forward freely in a relatively closed environment.

Advance to the end and become an ordinary person in the system.

Quietly doing things you don't hate and living peacefully.

At the beginning of art study, there is basically a feeling that there is more than enough energy but not enough energy.

Drawing geometry and still life is pretty boring.

Especially painting apples is simply a speechless event.

But if you can't stand it, you basically start watching from Apple.

There should be no one who studies orchestral music who hasn't practiced chromatic scales.

Move the metronome down bit by bit, faster and faster, and go back and forth like this every day.

There is also a variation, if it is not good, it will be set off firecrackers.

The situation in the orchestra was that firecrackers lit each other one after another and exploded.

People have a slow emotional change process for things that need to get along with each other for a lifetime.

Like, Tired, Calm, Disgusted, Plain, Scrutinized, Appreciated.

If there is no such process, it is basically impossible to get along with each other for a lifetime.

If this thing is a person, you can still use words to whitewash the peace, and you can get away with fooling around.

But art is not good, the process of practicing is long, complicated and painful.

Frustration in repeated repetitions, slow repetitions and increased speed for exams.

After long-term practice, the worst result is injury.

Tenosynovitis in music, lumbar muscle strain and shoulder muscle strain in art, and broken ligaments in dancing.

Not everyone gets into the system smoothly.

Perhaps the most tragic thing is not that the talent is extinguished, but that there is no way to enter it again.

Many times, we have no way to know that this time is the last time, and we also don't know that once our bottom line retreats, it will be a thousand miles away.

Before the dancers on stage for the first time, they don't know that they can't see the audience at all.

We are all adventurers.

When Qu Shi'an was a child, he really planned to play the cello for the rest of his life.

It sounds silly, but he really thought so.

Even if he can't get to the stage in the future, as long as his parents still support him, he will never be without food.

He didn't like extravagance and waste before, so he can be more frugal in the future.

The attached high school is a must. If you can’t pass the exam, you can rely on the upper tone, and if you can’t pass the upper accent, you can take the Wuyin test. You are not afraid of leaving your hometown, but you just want to enter a little earlier.

After all, no matter how he goes, he will eventually leave his familiar life and get stuck in the rhythm of the entire string orchestra or orchestra.

At least until he changed course, he was convinced of his choice.

.......

Probably when I was in college, there was a New Year's Eve party.

A clarinet student in the background removed the reed, put a cleaning cloth in the hole where the reed used to be, pulled it out from the bell mouth, wiped the keys with a silver cleaning cloth, and played for a few rounds and a half. Scale warm up.

Qu Shi'an couldn't help but said, "How about I help you move the music stand or stool later."

He froze for a moment before saying yes.

Qu Shi'an misses these days so much.

After losing the opportunity to be alone for a long time, he didn't even touch the piano.

It was a precious piano with its own story, but in the end it sank into his story with the passage of time.

That night, he braved the heavy rain and drove back to the city center from a remote school, wanting to touch his piano again.

Before that, he never knew that the strings could rust.

It was raining heavily outside, and the yard was full of flowers. He slumped on the carpet, looking up at the few pots and the growing and lush plants.

It even felt like it was blocking out the sun.

I feel like a hamster locked in a box, seeing the weird new world outside through the plastic box.

At some point he fell asleep.

Since then, many farces have been staged as usual, and Qu Shi'an is always smiling as usual.

He found that human beings are really strange, maybe the world is destined to be a false story composed of countless programs, and everyone can only bear exactly what he (she) encounters.

He hopes that parallel time and space really exist, that in a certain time and space he is stupid, doesn't have to think so much, can be as honest as possible, or is lucky enough to really come to the front of the stage.

In this world, he gave up expression and resentment with peace of mind.