[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

After getting off the station, Wei He found that the off-road vehicle that his father had been parked on the side of the road had disappeared.

Could it be stolen?

He was a little panicked, ran into the big yard in a panic and asked his grandmother, "Grandma, do you know where Dad's car went?"

"What car?"

"It's the one at the door, the one we took when we came here before."

His grandma is knitting wool, and winter clothes need to be prepared since summer. In her rough hands, two thick needles move up and down flexibly, knitting the wool into the shape of a collar.

"Oh, that, I guess I'm leaving." After hearing this, his grandmother paused for a moment before moving again.

Wei He was even more surprised, "There hasn't been much activity recently. Didn't Dad also say that he wants to listen to my music, and he left as soon as he said anything."

His grandma smiled hehe, "If this really leaves, who can stop it."

The old man's words are always true and false, but he has to believe it.

Wei He sat down on the piano bench in frustration. He originally wanted to take advantage of this summer to practice better so that his father could point out any problems.

The yard was quiet again, and the little bald head also returned home, and waved to Wei He from the window, and Wei He waved to him feebly.

After thinking about it, I can't be decadent just because his father is gone, I still have to keep fighting for my dream.

He took off the straw hat on his head and put it on the piano stage. When he regained his composure, he opened the piano cover, and a small sonata flowed out, arguing and yelling at the residents in the courtyard who were taking a nap.

A few days passed like this, going to bed early and getting up early, drinking fresh milk from the milk box at the door, and then playing music for several hours, making it impossible for people in the big yard to take a nap.

It's just that every time they wanted to come to denounce, they were all snorted back by the protective grandmother, "Walk, let my grandson practice quietly for a while."

"We won't be able to sleep with your grandson this time around!"

"I will send you a few heart sutras in a few days, An An Shen."

"That's not what I said! Who said I'm uneasy, it's a mess."

"Hey, kid, you have to give way as an adult, why are you so upset with the kid?"

……

Later, Wei He was embarrassed to practice so wildly. He went to the piano store with 3 yuan and could practice for an hour, but the sound insulation there was very poor. Even though the fan was turned on in the room, Wei He’s sweat was still dripping. He fell down, and his body was full of red envelopes bitten by mosquitoes. After going there a few times, he gave up.

It's noon now, where would be the best place to go, he doesn't know such a thing.

He doesn't have a deep impression of this neighborhood anymore. He remembers that when he was commuting to and from elementary school, he would often pass by the popsicle shop, which also sold fried rice cakes and dumplings, and the fragrance wafted through the whole street.

Now that I am on vacation, I can't see the shadow of these things.

Some of them were rebuilt later. In the last life, the town only had time to rebuild half of it, and then it was stopped by the higher authorities. It is said that it wanted to retain this retro feature to enhance tourism.

The word "ancient town" was added to the back of the small town, and the original hot spring town became the later ancient hot spring town.

All kinds of strange shops have also developed. Urbanized foot bath centers, McDonald's, and quaint courtyards all exist together, with high-rise buildings in the east and thatched cottages in the west.

Wei He walked along the prosperous commercial street. There were many shops here, but most of them were closed now, and a few opened here and there, and the bosses were dozing off inside.

There are also those who are shaking cattail fans, short-sleeved and shorts, sitting in the store watching TV, without any business mood.

The whole street was distorted by the sun.

Wei He's nose was also sweating, and he walked a few more steps, turned around, and turned into a video store.

The store is not big, but it is properly arranged, the speakers are neatly arranged on both sides, the counter has been transformed into a bar, and a few stools are placed around it.

The boss was shaking the fan, and the wooden handle of the fan was fragile and broken. He tied a small branch with transparent glue and stuck it on it, blowing out a weak breeze.

The disc on the machine is the prelude to "A Midsummer Night's Dream". The bright tune wakes people up and makes them drowsy at the same time.

When the glass door was pushed open, the boss didn't even bother to raise his head, he just flipped through the book in his hand and shouted "Welcome" listlessly.

Xiao Weihe was also polite, sat down on the stool, and said, "Is there a music score?"

The boss sensed the presenceless shadow in front of him. He looked up this time and saw a child. He thought there should be an adult following in, so instead of chasing the child away, he casually pointed to a box behind him. , "It's full of music scores."

Wei He casually picked up a book and flipped through it, the cover was covered with thin dust.

Following the marked notes, I rehearsed in my mind, and my fingers also tapped twice on the book.

Every piece of music has different difficulties. Only by overcoming these difficulties little by little can we make progress. The method Wei He has always taught Wei He is to practice slowly.

Slow practice, this is also the practice that Wei He did not implement well in his previous life.

Use a metronome to control the speed, play at a speed lower than the sound of the work, and maintain a coherent movement, constantly discovering small mistakes, carefully crafting one by one, and then slowly speed up.

The owner of the video store looked at it for a while, and then looked down at his book. The two of them just stared at the score and the book for an entire afternoon. Kowski's tune.

Wei He woke up after the sky outside started to darken a bit, and it seemed to be raining.

He put the book on the corner of the counter, and smiled at the boss who also had a gloomy face, "Can I come back tomorrow?"

"You don't want to buy it?" the boss asked with a sinister smile while holding his chin.

"My dad left without leaving me some money, I, hey..."

"What, there is such a father." The boss's sympathy suddenly overflowed, and his eyes were full of shock, "You can continue to come tomorrow, it's going to rain, so hurry back."

Wei He praised "The boss is a good man", grinned, and left.

Opposite was a shop with an iron gate, and he knew that it would become a flower shop in a few days.

There are fragrant flowers every day, and the dripping of jade dew can nourish a piece of soil.

He walked through the block, past the hospital, the bookstore, and the movie shop, and rushed into the house. Just as he hid under the eaves, there was a gust of heavy rain, which fell like flying needles, and smashed one by one on the ground at the door. A shallow pit came.

Xiao Wei and Fu patted their chests in shock, feeling very lucky to have escaped, humming a little tune and going to eat.

The old people did not go out at night, but chatted under the house for a while. After the wind and rain increased a little, they went into the house, chanting scriptures, and watching TV.

Sitting on a small bench, Wei He saw Xia Ziqiang washing rice dishes in the opposite room. After washing for a while, the little bald head sneaked over.

"Hey, when are we going to go fishing for lobsters?" The little bald head approached and asked quietly.

Wei He put the sheet music together on his knees, and thought for a while, "Is fishing okay?" He knew that there were actually quite a few fish in the area of ​​the moat near the small park.

On that river, people often used boats to salvage garbage. Wei He saw a series of grass carp carried in the fishing net, and was later released by the boatman.

Thinking that practicing the piano in the past few days has made some progress, even if his father comes, he can have an explanation, so let's go for a walk in the park with Sha Ziqiang.

The little bald head naturally nodded, his eyes shining brightly.

Wei He made an appointment with him, "Then next week."

The next day, the weather was fine. After a night of heavy rain, the street smelled of mud. The sun grilled it, and the wet ground quickly dried up. The asphalt was black and oily. There was a burst of burning heat.

Xiao Weihe went to the audio-visual store again. The boss played "Afternoon of the Shepherd" this time, and the volume was not too heavy. He bought an electric fan. When he looked up and saw Wei He, he waved his finger and said, "The score is there. Flip it yourself."

Even though they only met once, the two seem to be very familiar with each other. One reads the novel, and the other sight-plays the music score. Xiao Wei and some of them are not quite sure, so they even ask the boss.

The boss ignored the topic lightly, "I'm not in music, how can I understand these things."

"Are you kidding! Isn't there a bunch of western music in your basement?"

"How would you know!"

The corners of Wei He's mouth twitched twice, "You play the piano with too much strength..."

"You actually found out, then there's nothing you can do." The boss closed the book heavily, and smiled softly in the blink of an eye, "What do you want to know?"

Wei He smiled dryly and pointed to a certain part of the score, "Here, and here."

……

It is said that the happy time is easy to pass by. Although Wei He felt that his study was quite painful, but in the blink of an eye, a day passed.

The days are like running water. Wei He looked at the calendar. Many pages of the thin paper calendar have been torn out. If you tear a few more pages, you will go to elementary school.

At 8 o'clock in the morning in summer, the sky is clear and the wind is flowing with warm air.Wei He didn't practice the song today, but he made an appointment with Xia Ziqiang to go fishing for lobsters, so he just stomped to the door of the house opposite.

He knocked on the iron door of Xia Ziqiang's house, making a loud bang.

No one inside responded.

Are you still sleeping?Wei He looked at his watch and felt that the idiot Qiang's mother should go to work, and she should have woken him up before leaving.

He knocked a few more times, and after a while, the door opened a crack, revealing Shaziqiang's shy face and bald head.

Wei He glanced at it twice, held back, couldn't hold back, and asked with a suppressed smile, "What is that on your head?"

"Jane, pearl powder."

"Ahahaha I thought it was prickly heat powder, what are you doing with it?"

"It's for prickly heat." The idiot forced his head down to explain, and pulled out a bag from behind, which looked heavy.

Wei He laughed loudly, "Isn't that still prickly heat powder!"

Xia Ziqiang carried her bag on her back, walked out of the room and locked the door, walking cautiously, for fear that the powder on the top of her head would fall off and be wasted, with a mournful face, "Can't you stop laughing at me, or we, let's not go, okay?"

"How can you not go if you don't want to go!" Wei He smiled, "Isn't your bag full of snacks?"

The little bald man covered his bag.

"And this fishing is just like lobster fishing. It's also a technical job. Don't you want to experience it?"

"I, I was joking just now." The little bald head quickly explained, looked around the yard, and found no one came out, so he dragged Xiao Weihe and ran away through the back door.

It was only when I reached the back of the yard that I felt relieved.

Now, the little bald head is full of troubles such as "is there enough snacks" and "how to fish".