young sir

Feeling sad and about to explode.

The author has something to say: For the terminology of the music, please refer to the music appreciation column of "One Song One World" in Zizhihu. Thank you for reading~

49. Destiny

After five days of training in the provincial capital, Bi Ziyun arrived in Xiamen by plane with five other contestants.

The leader of this competition is a female teacher and a violinist of the Provincial Symphony Orchestra.For the annual National Violin Competition, she will take the students to fly all over the country, so she is already very familiar with the whole competition process.

The contestants in this competition come from dozens of different provinces and cities across the country, and they are all outstanding players selected from each province.The five contestants who came together with Bi Ziyun were very good, and four of them had experience in participating in musical instrument competitions above the provincial level.

"Aren't you going to take the art test?"

A girl traveling with her asked Bi Ziyun in surprise.A few of them came out to the competition to accumulate experience and want to win the favor of the judges and teachers in advance. In the future, they will all go to the top music academies in the country and even in the world.Unexpectedly, in the process of chatting with Bi Ziyun, she found that this person only took the violin as a hobby, and it seemed that he had no intention of going this way at all.

"Both of them have already taken the professional examination, and they are waiting for the re-examination results in April." The girl pointed to the two boys behind and said to Bi Ziyun.

Bi Ziyun rubbed the tip of his nose, looking a little embarrassed: "I...I want to struggle a little more, to see if I can get into the school I want to go to."

The girl nodded knowingly, and kindly reminded Bi Ziyun: "Then you need to make a decision quickly. If you really want to take the art test, you will have to find a special teacher for guidance after you go back. A good music school is the same as the college entrance examination. Thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, you start too late, and the competition is so fierce, the possibility of being admitted is even lower."

"Thank you, thank you senior," Bi Ziyun said hastily, "I will seriously consider it."

The players will draw lots in the afternoon, and the competition will officially start the next day.Bi Ziyun's luck was neither bad nor bad, and he drew No. 12 in the youth group, which was considered to be in the middle.

All contestants were arranged by the organizers in the campus guest house of University X, and the organizers also issued meal coupons to the contestants who came to the school to participate in the competition during the winter vacation, and they could go to several cafeterias of the school with the coupons.

After everyone finished drawing lots, the team leader teacher found a cafeteria closest to the guest house on the map, and planned to take the six of them to have dinner together.

"It's the first time I've come to a university campus." After leaving the hostel, the girl who had chatted with Bi Ziyun said to everyone.

She observed the row upon row of teaching buildings around her, and her face was full of curiosity: "Teacher, are universities that big? I saw a battery car on the side of the road just now. It feels like I can't finish shopping here in a day."

"It's not very big here anymore," the team leader teacher smiled. "The conservatory I used to attend was in a university town, and every university in it is like a small town. Sometimes the teaching buildings where I teach are too far away from the dormitory area." We have to take the bus downstairs or take a taxi to rush there.”

"sky--"

The group of middle school students with their visitor badges hanging on their chests all gasped in amazement.

This was also Bi Ziyun's first visit to a university.Until today, he did not understand what a real university looks like.

He had heard that X University was one of the most beautiful universities in the country, and after seeing it with his own eyes, it really lived up to its reputation.

There is no snow in the southern coastal cities in winter, and the big trees on both sides of the road are all bare, with no leaves on the branches, but it is not difficult to imagine the scene of the shade of the trees in summer.The pedestrian trails along the road are longer than those on the Gunan campus, and the playground is much larger than that of the Gunan campus.Crossing the path and walking onto the avenue, you can see the quaint buildings on the campus, which are closer to the main road, and you can also hear the ringing of bicycle bells not far away.

The feeling here is completely different from the high school campus.If we say that Gunan is a young man who has not experienced the wind and rain, here is like an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of history. Because he has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, he can stand firmly between the heaven and the earth.

"I heard that all the courses in college are elective, and sometimes there is no class for a whole day, unlike now—"

"And no one cares about dating—"

"Wow, look at that guy's alien notebook—"

"You guys, don't just think about how good college is, but cherish the present time. You can still be carefree now, and the more things you think about in the future, the more things you will think about." The team leader looked helplessly. Looking at the group of little kids behind, "I really want to go back to your age, but I don't have the chance anymore."

The sneakers made a rustling sound as they stepped on the dead leaves piled up on the side of the road.Bi Ziyun walked along the lake with his companions, and the tallest building on the campus was reflected in the lake, intertwined with his reflection.

It turned out that this was the ivory tower, and this was what they yearned for most at their age, the outside world.

On the second day after arriving in Xiamen, the National Violin Competition officially kicked off on the campus of X University.

The competition is divided into three age groups, the children's group under 12 years old, the youth group from 12 to 18 years old, and the adult group over 18 years old.

Today, Bi Ziyun specially changed into the dark gray suit that his mother had ordered, with a down jacket to keep out the cold.Holding the violin case in his arms, he found a seat in the waiting room and sat down.

A large screen was installed in the waiting room, broadcasting the scene of the game in real time.After the competition of the youth group started, the players in front of him were very aggressive, and all of them played famous songs with a very high degree of difficulty. Obviously, they came prepared.

The national heavyweight competition is indeed very different from the small provincial and municipal competitions. He saw several familiar faces at the scene, and they were all players who had participated in the children's competition with him before.The two boys sitting next to them seemed extremely nervous, fidgeting in the waiting room, and simply rushed out of the room with the violin in their hands, trying to warm up before it was their turn to play.

"Excuse me, is student Bi Ziyun here?"

Half an hour later, a staff member walked in with a clipboard.

"I am." Bi Ziyun raised his hand.

The staff glanced at him: "You will be next on stage, please follow me to the backstage to prepare first."

Bi Ziyun took off his thick down jacket and put it in the locker at the door, revealing the well-tailored suit inside.The staff member was a young girl. When she saw a white cloud brooch hanging on Bi Ziyun's chest, she couldn't help but smiled and asked him: "This design is really beautiful, does it have any meaning?"

"It's nothing." Bi Ziyun tidied his tie shyly, picked up the piano case, and showed the staff the cloud pendant hanging on the piano case: "There is a word 'cloud' in my name, so this should also be considered mine. Lucky item?"

After sending Bi Ziyun to the backstage, the staff member smiled and cheered up the handsome guy: "Then, come on, Yun Duo?"

"Thank you." Bi Ziyun let go of her tightly pursed lips, and also smiled.

The kindness released by strangers always makes him completely relaxed.

"Next is Bi Ziyun, No. 12 contestant in the youth group. The piece he brought us is Bach's "Chaconne". Let us applaud."

There was a burst of sparse applause from below the stage.The competition was held in a small concert hall, except for the judges sitting in the first row and a few media in the back row, there were not many spectators.

Standing under the spotlight, Bi Ziyun raised his hands and bowed to the judges in the audience.He checked the speakers on his waist, then picked up the bow and played the first note of "Chaconne."

After finishing the first variation smoothly and smoothly, the music entered the cheerful part in the middle.

[Is he really happy?no.In his heart, how happy he was in the past, how lonely and sad he is now. 】What the teacher wants him to draw out is Bach's joy with a sad tone, and his remembrance of the good past after his frustration.

But when the notes danced between Bi Ziyun's fingers, the first thing that popped into his mind was the night race with Fang Nan last summer.

They rounded the intersection, ran across the short bridge erected on the dry river, and ran wildly in the direction of home.He looked at Fang Nan's back in front of him, desperately trying to catch up.

The warm wind at night blew over their cheeks, carrying the sultry heat and humidity unique to small southern cities, and everything became clear in their minds.

They just run forward without thinking about the past or the future.

He knew that no matter what, that person would be waiting for him at the end.

Fuck what the hell Bach, fuck the shit.

He is only 17 years old.

In this world, all monsters are afraid of a 17-year-old boy.

The cheerful rhythm gradually stepped into the deep melody of the last section, but in Bi Ziyun's performance, this melody was not like the despair after the dust settled, but more like struggling in the quagmire of despair.

His eyes were fixed on the four strings. There was no heating in the empty concert hall, but because of the unstoppable surge in his heart, sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

His "Chaconne" is not the autobiography of Bach, but just a teenager struggling with his fate.The story of falling down again and again, but getting up from the mud.

He has a bag on his back and a stone sword on his waist. This is an epic of his own destiny.

At the very end, the violin's melody returned to the beginning, abruptly after a soaring variation