father - home

Because time passed, Zhao and I used our lunch in the kitchen.Towards the end, my mother came in and said she had something to discuss with me, so I asked Zhao to rest first.Ever since he almost fainted during the horseshoeing, Zhao consciously lay down and rest for an hour after each meal.

Mother told me something about the estate.These things are all up to my mother, tell me, just let me know.Then the mother said that she found that Zhao liked to stay in the study and read, so she replaced the pair of single sofas facing the window in the study with a long sofa.In the end, my mother told me that Yulai had called to tell me about today's train, and she had already asked Weidek to pick it up at the station.

I didn't expect Yu to come back. When I went to the study, I was a little dazed, my heart was giggling, and I felt short of breath.

Zhao was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, holding a book on his chest, with a reddish-brown leather cover, and he knew it was the hardcover "The Complete Works of Schiller" without looking at it, because during this time, Zhao had been look in.

Tianzhao came to the study room for the first time and stood in front of the bookcases covering three walls. After marveling, he opened a glass cabinet door and pulled out a copy of "The Complete Works of Schiller".Zhao said that his German was not very good, but every time he went to Natalie's hiding place with Lieutenant Kristen Schlakoff, Natalie's father would tell him about Schiller, lecturer Schiller's life, thought and drama, talk about the friendship between Schiller and Goethe, and talk about Schiller's "idealism" beyond Kant. "An ideal human nature should not sacrifice its own freedom under any circumstances. Freedom should celebrate its own victory in any time and space." - (Note: from Rudiger Safransky's "Schiller Biography" ".).Therefore, among all German writers, philosophers, and dramatists, he is most familiar with and also likes Schiller the most.

Perhaps because I was also a doctor, I was most interested in and admired Schiller.In school that year, I also played Carl in "The Robber" (Note: Schiller's famous play.), Tell in "William Tell" (Note: Schiller's last play.) .I told Zhao this, at first he didn’t believe it, so I read a few lines from “The Bandit” randomly, his eyes widened in surprise, and then pestered me to read Schiller’s complete works to him one by one.His requirements are high, not simply reading aloud, but emotional and colorful, just like performing.

Although time has passed and it is difficult to find the feeling for a while, but I can't bear his expectant and eager eyes, so I still satisfy him.Gradually, my passion was rekindled, as if I had returned to my boyhood.After acting for a while, choose the more difficult ones, explain them to Zhao, and then discuss.The next day, Zhao Bian surprised me.

"Let's do that again from yesterday."

I didn't react.

"I'm with you, but I have to come to Karl."

Zhao has an excellent memory, his German is improving rapidly, and his voice is magnetic and contagious.

I couldn't help but praise him for his acting talent, and excitedly suggested: "At the end of the year, the town will organize performances, including plays and concerts. Why don't we all sign up?"

"That's impossible." Zhao shook his head anxiously, with shining eyes and a shy smile.

"Come on, you've done a great job. You're in the show, it's big news in the town, everyone will come to see it, and they'll support you." I smiled at him wickedly.

"They probably see me as a monster." Zhao blushed and glared at me.

"How can it be, they will all like you." I got excited and seemed to have to convince him.

"No! No! I'll just follow you... If I'm on stage, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember a single line. And... Didn't you say that it's been a long time since I rehearsed Schiller's repertoire?"

Yeah, I was suddenly deflated.How did I forget?Because every new discovery in Zhao made me so happy, I even forgot the environment I was in.Schiller's dramas have long since ceased to be performed, and many of them have ceased to be performed. Who knows what is being performed now.I bowed my head and fell silent.

"We can have a duet."

"what?"

"I play the violin, and you accompany me." Zhao squatted in front of me, held my hand, looked at me, and said softly, "It's only the end of the year, I can't wait until then."

"It's okay...it's okay...we don't need an audience," I murmured.

"Didn't you say that there will be a dance when the grapes are harvested, and I will be there at that time, and we can play at the dance."

"Hmm! Mmm!" I nodded, put his hand on my lips and kissed.

"You bring Amati back, I have to hurry up and practice."

On the first day of work, I took the "Amati" violin home, but Zhao's fractured right hand was not completely healed, and he tried several times, but couldn't make it work.I told him not to worry.He thought of a way and asked the old housekeeper to find a carving knife and some wood blocks, and use carving to exercise the strength of his fingers.Zhao has been engraving for a while, I asked him if he has any works?He said he would engrave a birthday present and give it to me on my birthday in August.I was very happy and wanted to know what it was, but he smiled and didn't answer.

I thought he was asleep, so I picked up a blanket and covered him up.Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes, smiled narrowly, withdrew his hand from under the blanket, and stuffed the book to me.

"Now is not the time, you should rest." I pretended to reprimand, pretending to leave with a book.

He grabbed me, glanced at the high-back chair beside the sofa, and motioned for me to sit down. "You stay at home one day a week, how can you waste it. Besides, I just need to lie down for a while and I'll be fine, shouldn't that be the case?"

Facing Zhao's expectations, I sat down, opened the book, and began to read aloud.I'm looking forward to it too, it's a wonderful afternoon, a wonderful time.I think, after a while, Zhao will act with me. This week, he must have reviewed a lot.