living in the pocket of a nemesis

The two sang together, Ye Tang only felt an inexplicable sense of shame, and finally paid the bill with a stinking face, and fled the scene after saying "I'm going to find my mother".

Didn't he just make a phone call in front of them?Why do you feel like you've been wronged?

Can't think about it.

That's what Ye Tang told himself before getting in the car.

As a result, he was too bored after getting in the car, and he had to think about it again.

The relationship between him and Fu Linfeng is normal now, but they have been separated for too long. Although sometimes Ye Tang would subconsciously talk to Fu Linfeng like before, but he would be surprised when he realized that it has been so long , I don’t know if this way of getting along is still applicable to the present.

Obviously they were familiar with each other very well, but now they seem to be separated by a thin layer of barriers, which can't be seen clearly, and they can't help but pay attention and care, which makes people feel itchy.

Ye Tang is good-looking and has a simple personality. During the five years abroad, there are many suitors, including but not limited to a Chinese senior from the classical piano department who came to the school a year earlier than him; the principal violinist who once cooperated with the recital, and an enthusiastic French girl ; When I first came here, I almost became my roommate, and now I am a trendy guy from the American country music department who is engaged in the composition and arrangement of pop music. He once wrote Shakespeare's lines and Neruda's love poems on the same piece of paper with dotted cursive. Trying Chinese food and trying to get closer to the conductor, the blue-eyed English gentleman.

It's a pity that he was too young at that time, he had no interest in this kind of thing and knew nothing about it. At first he was nervous and blushed and refused, but later he tried to smile politely and said that he didn't want to understand emotions other than music for the time being. .

The teacher Hayden once joked, saying, Ye, you can try it too, maybe you will have a different experience after you really have the experience.

Usually at this time, Ye Tang would shake his head and refuse with a strange expression, but after a while, he would often speak unwillingly and say, "Professor Hayden, but I really know a friend who seems to be born with his own emotion for music." understanding..."

"Is it that very powerful friend you often mentioned?" Hayden smiled gently, and he didn't feel impatient because Ye Tang told him about it repeatedly, and joked, "Ye, what about you?" How do you know that your friend hasn't had these emotional experiences?"

Ye Tang was usually taken aback by the question, and said falteringly: "Yes, but I have been with him for a long time, it seems that I have never seen him..."

But Hayden usually asks this question as a joke, and doesn't go into details.

As he grows older and learns more... When Ye Tang thinks about such a question now, he still hesitates.

Performance can span hundreds of years and touch the soul of musicians. It can deeply feel and resonate, and it can also inject new understanding and new feelings into the audience. There must also be new and unique pictures in the minds of the audience.

The scene of the afternoon of the school celebration is still vivid in his memory. Ye Tang doesn't feel ashamed because of crying, but his heart sinks for a moment when he recalls it again.

What kind of emotion did Fu Linfeng use to perform?What would he think of?What will you tell?

Ye Tang was distracted looking at the passing street scene outside the window, so what did Fu Linfeng experience in the next five long years?What have you experienced?

For example, love sounds commonplace now.

Once thinking of this point, Ye Tang felt that he knew nothing about the current Fu Linfeng.

If so, what was he like at that time?

Will you blush when talking about love, whether your palms will be dry when holding hands, how hard you will be when hugging, and will you close your eyes when kissing.

He wasn't totally ignorant of the world, but he couldn't imagine it.

So when he arrived at the destination, An Qiao, who came to greet him, asked him curiously, "Are you not happy today?"

Only then did he suddenly wake up, and shook his head: "No."

An Qiao smiled and nodded: "That's good."

An Qiao's side wasn't too busy today, and the location for the recording was huge, so she took Ye Tang to chat and wander around.

She is a person who is willing to share and is sincere enough. She likes young people who are energetic and willing to work hard. In this show, there are girls she taught in the dance academy. She is always very pleased when she mentions the former students: "This industry is very hard, and the temptation from the outside world has always been great, but I didn't expect these children to really persevere. It is very rare."

"After so many years, I feel that my Tang Tang is also very difficult." An Qiao suddenly changed the subject, looked at Ye Tang and praised Ye Tang without hesitation, "Although your father doesn't often say it, he actually thinks so."

"So be happy, and you can tell us anything." An Qiao didn't ask Ye Tang why he was not in a good mood today, but just said this with a smile.

Ye Tang was taken aback for a moment before nodding his head: "Yes."

Because the next door to the dance variety show is the recording venue of the music variety show, Ye Tang saw a tripod placed beside the open-air swimming pool, Ye Tang couldn't help but walk over to it due to his professional habits, and turned to An Qiao and said, "By the way, mom, what I wrote earlier The tune is almost settled, and I haven't handed in my homework to Teacher Chris, so I'll play it for you first?"

The other party will naturally not refuse.

Ye Tang sat down, ran two chromatic steps casually to familiarize himself with the timbre of the piano, then adjusted his sitting posture, entered the state, and began to play for An Qiao.

Although this melody has not yet been released as a complete work, the main melody and the various details and chords have long been engraved in Ye Tang's mind these days, and he plays it very freely and fluently.

When his fingertips left the last key, Ye Tang also found that his inexplicable emotions just disappeared at some point after the performance. Even though he knew that An Qiao was not a professional, he still turned around excitedly. , asked her expectantly: "How is it?"

As a result, when he turned around, he found that there was not only An Qiao behind him, but also two students who came over who did not know when, as well as the producer and program director whom he had met once.

"It's great," An Qiao said honestly, "I can't describe it in any other way, but I think it sounds nice and emotional."

For a semi-layman, this sentence is already considered a high compliment.

"That's good, the teacher's homework is settled." Ye Tang said, "You can finish writing the score when you go back."

He is not a professional composition student, and he feels that he cannot compare with those talented creators. In fact, he was willing to choose another composition course at that time because he wanted to deepen his understanding of music.His creative methods are also different. Ye Tang originally wanted to write a vocal song, but after thinking about it for a long time for the first time, he obviously had a lot of ideas in his head but couldn't implement it. Later, it became a solo song.

Although there are a lot of arrangement assistance software, Chris has always collected homework on paper scores. Every mark, every emotion, and the strength of the legato vibrato pedal need to be written one by one.

The program team assigned An Qiao a temporary assistant, and when it was her daily fruit time, the assistant came over and handed it to her on time.

Ye Tang sat with her, and the director who had been listening to her for a long time probably got some inspiration. After a while, he still couldn't hold back, and walked up: "Mr. An, we just had an impromptu idea..."

The program team is quite caring. They have learned about the mentors who came here. They know the deeds of An Qiao’s only son. Xiao Sai won the championship at the age of 17. He rejected many performance invitations and continued to study abroad with great concentration.

Their meaning was also very straightforward, they didn't even need to be the flying guest, they just let Ye Tang show his face on the show.

"It's okay if you don't want to, it's just a flash of inspiration when I saw you talking just now." The other party was also very polite.

An Qiao naturally turned to him immediately and asked, "Tang Tang, what do you think?"

"Ah, me?" After all, it was considered a temporary invitation, and Ye Tang didn't react for a while.

He can't be said to hate the camera, and said without exception: "Anything is fine."

"Why don't you stay with me for two days?" An Qiao said, pointing to a beautiful student beside her, "It happens that there is a former student in my group, and I plan to arrange her solo dance for the next performance, and the accompaniment is still being selected. , otherwise, Tang Tang, come and give it a try?"

The female student who was named was trembling and did not dare to speak loudly: "Teacher An..."

A face full of disbelief and flattered by good luck.

Ye Tang knew what An Qiao was doing and wanted to be the best. Even if it might just be a dance development variety show with poor ratings after it was broadcast, he would not give up on his students, let alone his former students.

Anyway, during this period of time, I would come to An Qiao from time to time, and he agreed without hesitation for too long: "Okay, but I still have to go home to practice the piano after I finish, so I won't live with you."

Furthermore, Ye Tang saw the surprised look on the staff's face and thought tentatively, he remembered that Fu Linfeng seemed to have invested in this?

Then if I agree now, thinking about it with a bigger face, it can be regarded as doing him a small favor?

In short, this matter was settled so happily, An Qiao pulled him into the rehearsal room that afternoon, told him the theme of his next group, as well as the strengths and physical advantages of the students, and asked him to follow along Help me choose a song.

Fortunately, because the camera positions are fixed, and there is no extra photographer behind him, Ye Tang feels quite at ease.

He played several versions for An Qiao and the female students participating in the competition as demonstrations. In the end, in order to fit the theme, he chose an ending song from a popular movie.

This difficult piece is not too stressful for him, and it didn't take long for him to play it smoothly. However, Ye Tang used to participate in competitions or school recitals before and memorized scores, and he refused the request for printed mass spectrum: "When the time comes, Mom You have practiced almost as well, so I will come and follow the rehearsal, and I have to recite the music."

"Okay, let Tang Tang go home first, don't you still have to write the score?"

Ye Tang nodded: "Okay."

He seldom cooperates like this. There is always something in common between the arts. In addition, An Qiao's professionalism is beyond doubt, and her students are also working hard. Close it and get ready to go outside.

"Ye, Ye..." A hesitant voice suddenly came from behind, "Ms. Ye?"

This address was even more strange, Ye Tang immediately turned around, and An Qiao's female student who was rehearsing with him just now stood in front of him, and seemed to be worried about how to address him, and finally called him "teacher".

"No, no, no, I'm not a teacher!" He said quickly, "Just call me by my name. It's weird."

"...Okay, sorry!" The girl changed her words embarrassingly.

An Qiao stopped the pen that was writing and drawing, and looked up at them.

The girl was a little nervous: "My name is Xiao Yu. I saw the piece you played to Teacher An during the break just now..."

"I think it sounds good, I heard you wrote it yourself," she smiled, "I don't know what it's called?"

Ye Tang paused.

That's right, he has been immersed in writing these days, and inspiration flickers in front of his eyes one after another. Countless frames are the elements that make up the current song, but he hasn't even thought of the name.

"Name..." He looked up at the sunset by the window.

What was he thinking when he wrote the song?

It is a world from a new perspective, it is the winter jasmine in your hand, it is the steaming breakfast every morning but you can eat it in one mouthful, it is the pocket tableware and kitchen that seem to be unreasonable, and it is the first time to become bigger. The little bed that was accidentally crushed by myself in the future...

But at the same time, it is also a pair of warm hands in panic, the cherry blossoms that fell on the body one afternoon, and the sunlight falling in from the window of the school piano room——

It is also the one who sat in front of himself and played only for himself like five years ago.

This piece is also coherent, with a relaxed and humorous start, a lot of diacritical marks at the beginning, interesting ornamental notes, and very bold tone changes and transitions.The second paragraph is replaced by a narrative style, which is coherent, natural and refreshing, like peach soda that has just been taken out of the freezer with a little water dripping from the bottle.The latter part is different, the key of E major directly crosses to the key of B minor without warning, but the harmony in the middle is cleverly written, which will only make people feel fresh and new, but it will not feel abrupt at all.And the mood of this song is rising gradually. The chromatic scale in the last section is the high point of the mood of the whole song. It is moving but not ostentatious. The repeated bars seem to tell people something. It may be a story. It might be an adventure.

Or maybe, a trial.

Ye Tang exhaled lightly from his chest, and he didn't care about the fact that An Qiao was still by his side, he just suddenly felt that it should be named that way.

Those story-like names that he originally thought of are no longer available, and now he only thinks of "Dream of Love" in that afternoon, and the spring wind that blows in like it did back then.

""Linfeng"." Ye Tang said two words, and couldn't help repeating, "The name of the song is "Linfeng"."

Xiao Yu smiled: "It's a nice name, it's really an honor to work with you and Teacher An."

Only then did Ye Tang withdraw from the frame-by-frame images, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm just doing my mother a favor."

He didn't greet anyone else, he went straight home, and began to record every note seriously.

After writing this, Ye Tang didn't go out for several days.

At first, the aunt at home made him food with flowers, but ended up playing the piano during the day and writing music at night. Every time I felt too hungry, I realized that the food was cold again.

Later, he simply asked his aunt to go back to rest for a few days, and when he was hungry, he would order a takeaway or eat two bites of bread—he was glad that An Qiao didn't live here these days, otherwise he didn't know what to say about himself.

When he finished the draft completely, the originally delicate young master was almost like a wandering spirit, walking without making a sound.

He was not idle, and immediately made two copies of the written score without stopping, one was sent to the foreign teacher, and the other was sent to Fu Linfeng.

Ye Tang didn't even know that his hands were shaking when typing: "I've finished writing, remember to take a look when you have time."

He hadn't told Fu Linfeng the name of the song yet, and felt ashamed when he was about to say it - obviously he didn't know how firm it was when he named it.

Forget it, let's not talk about it for now, as a surprise.

He thought happily.

After finally solving a major issue, Ye Tang began to tidy up himself.An Qiao said that Xiao Yu had already practiced, and when Ye Tang went to rehearse when he had time, he gave back and forth, and finally changed back to his previous appearance.

Just as he was about to leave, he received two new messages on his phone.

[Fu Linfeng: Good. 】

[Fu Linfeng: Have you decided on a name?What do you want to call it? 】

Seeing the last sentence, Ye Tang tried his best to control his expression, and felt that he might have made a mistake, and finally replied awkwardly and pretendingly: "Let me think again."

He originally thought that he could fool the past by doing this, but he didn't expect that the other party's phone call came right after sending it.

"Don't you know how to name it?" Fu Linfeng asked straightforwardly, "Because I think you have a theme, do you need my help?"

Ye Tang blushed in a place where no one was around: "No, no, I'll think about it again, there's no need."

He was afraid that the other party would say something more, but after he finished saying this, Fu Linfeng stopped asking, and changed the subject after a while: "Then it's finished writing now, what are your plans?"

The other party seemed to be still at work, and the question was very casual.

Ye Tang faltered and said that he was going to be a guest star in An Qiao's show.

Unexpectedly, Fu Linfeng didn't show any surprise at all, but just said lightly: "The show is okay, it doesn't matter if you go to play."

Ye Tang chatted with him while walking: "But I heard that there is a music complex next door. I didn't expect that the last guest star of me who studied music was actually a dance complex."

He heard Fu Linfeng sneer on the other end of the phone: "The one next door to you is really bad."

Fu Linfeng basically spoke with ease, and it was rare to see him speak with a clear personal touch.

Ye Tang thought that Yin Zong next door was Fu Linfeng's opponent, so when he got out of the car, he glanced at the opposite side curiously.

This glance really saw a familiar face.

Why is it that Huang Qingkui again?

The previous matter had been resolved with ease, but Huang Qingkui was popular on the Internet after all, and at that time only he saw it, and there was no evidence, so most people still don't know what he really looks like.

Ye Tang, who had seen his true face, pursed his lips in disdain.

As a result, Huang Qingkui glanced this way unintentionally, and the eyes of the two actually met.

Ye Tang was very angry, if he didn't like it, he didn't like it, and he didn't bother to wink at others, but...

He was sure that this was the first time he had met Huang Qingkui head-on since he had grown up, why did the other party have a familiar and complicated expression on his face?

Ye Tang didn't look at him again, but murmured in his heart that Huang Qingkui blocked Fu Linfeng once when he came to the parking lot, and almost knocked himself to the ground...

He wouldn't even have an impression of his small face when he was young, would he? !

Fortunately, the other party turned away quickly and indifferently, and no one cared about this episode.

It's just that the music ensemble who is willing to invite Huang Qingkui to mix really doesn't want to be serious about doing the show, Ye Tang thought, Fu Linfeng's sarcasm was really not wrong.

After entering the scene, today's goal is for Ye Tang and Xiao Yu to match up the rhythm first, and after practicing all afternoon, go to the stage to try it out. It's a less formal rehearsal.

Probably with his son, the last time it was a temporary decision. Besides, today's An Qiao also dressed up, younger and more beautiful than before. When standing next to the similar-looking Ye Tang, calling her sister is not awkward at all. .

Xiao Yu also prepared for a long time to go back this time, and when she saw Ye Tang again, she became more confident: "Would you like to go for a try first?"

Ye Tang readily agreed, sat down, warmed up his hands, and said, "Let's get started."

After all, he was An Qiao's student back then, with both talent and standards, and he was willing to work hard. After these few days of rehearsal, he has made a qualitative leap compared to before.

Even a layman like Ye Tang who doesn't know how to dance can feel the vigorous emotions, full and in full bloom.

So the rehearsal went very smoothly, and almost didn't take half of the expected time. During the period, many students from the next group came over and drooled to express their envy.

Naturally, they also have their own supporting guests, but this does not conflict with their envy at the moment.

An Qiao was obviously also very satisfied: "I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

In order not to waste time, several people went to the stage to prepare first.

After getting familiar with the position on the stage, the piano was already set up on the stage, An Qiao asked the lighting engineer to stand aside and watch their rehearsal.

Except for the mistake in the first pass because of the location, the next two passes were perfect. The director on the side applauded non-stop, saying that it was really right to invite Mr. An's son.

It's just that Ye Tang finished the arrangement twice by himself, stood up from the piano bench, and began to discuss with the staff.

Because his current position is quite conspicuous, although the effect is good, he still feels that the finished product is not perfect.

He glanced at Xiao Yu, whose dance clothes were soaked through practice all afternoon, and thought for a while and said, "It's fine to shoot the spotlight on her when the time comes, and leave the close-ups to her, and I'll be the one behind." The scenery is also pretty good...”

Xiao Yu herself was taken aback when she heard this: "No need, Ye Tang."

The director at the side was also a little embarrassed. It is very good that Teacher An's son is willing to help. If the performance puts people in an inconspicuous corner, it will offend people.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tang was very stubborn: "You are a dance variety show, you need to be promoted. Our goal is the same. If we want our group to get more votes, of course the most important thing is the hard skills of the dancers themselves."

"Because my identity is an assistant, and the protagonist must shine on the stage." Ye Tang said seriously.

After all, Ye Tang has experience in performances. When thinking about problems, he couldn't help but use the idea of ​​a chamber music recital to arrange the layout. He thought it would be out of place, but after he imagined it in his mind, he was unexpectedly sure that it was the same This combination shot.

The staff glanced at An Qiao as if asking for help, but the other party didn't think about whether his son had too many shots: "I can do it, you decide for yourself. The effect comes first."

"Then...or just listen to him." Xiao Yu also spoke.

"After all, it's a solo dance. If I got more votes because Teacher An also assisted in the performance instead of my own strength, I might still be a little bit unwilling when I think about it later."

So in the end, Ye Tang's plan was chosen.

Xiao Yu's solo dance was of a very high standard, and the accompaniment did not steal the limelight but had a unique sense of fusion. In short, everyone was very satisfied in the end.

After one day's recording, the contestants needed to live in the apartment. It was late today, and Ye Tang didn't need to practice the piano, so he went back to their villa here with An Qiao.

"Tang Tang is great today, the effect is very good," An Qiao said, "After the recording of the official performance is finished, if you don't want to continue, you can quit at any time. Anyway, it's a cameo."

"Yeah." Ye Tang didn't care much about this issue. He just had to devote himself wholeheartedly when participating, and the follow-up was not important.

"I feel that after you wrote the song, you will be much happier." Sitting in the car, An Qiao looked out the window and said suddenly.

She didn't mention the name of the song, but just said it as a common topic.

Ye Tang was silent for a moment. A few days ago, he was immersed in writing the score without thinking about anything, but now he didn't know how to talk about these things with An Qiao.

You can't say that your inspiration is because you became smaller, right?

Fortunately, An Qiao never embarrasses others, he just turned his head and smiled at him: "That's amazing, little pianist."

Ye Tang was completely stunned at this moment.

He was quiet for a few seconds this time before he asked, "Why did you suddenly add the last few words?"

"Ah," An Qiao realized that Ye Tang asked the word "little pianist". He was a little puzzled, but he still said, "It's nothing. It's just that during the rehearsal today, I felt that Tang Tang was on the stage. Luminous, just like three years ago, I suddenly feel a little emotional."

She was referring to the year she won the award.

Ye Tang didn't speak.

"Do you still remember what happened when you won the award?" Since they all talked about the past, An Qiao continued to ask him.

A lot happened back then, but nothing seemed to be different.

It is nothing more than overcoming coquettishness and acclimatization, and finally walking into a new life.

"Did you receive a card the day after you won the award, before you left Warsaw?"

When she said this, Ye Tang suddenly remembered.

He did receive such a blessing card wrapped in flowers at that time.

The winner is always in the spotlight. At that time, countless flowers and praises flocked to him. Ye Tang was still young at that time, a little at a loss, so he simply asked An Qiao to help him collect those flowers.

Apart from those of his teachers, classmates and friends, there is still a bunch that he has an impression of.

He just didn't expect An Qiao to have an impression.

That bouquet of flowers looked too simple and ordinary, as if it was no different from the stereotyped blessings next to it.

It's just that the inscriptions are all different from those blessings with a bright future.

It's not a beautiful English cursive, but a line of Chinese characters that couldn't be simpler.

There is no signature, and it is not known when it appeared there.

It seems that the other party has no intention of letting others know who is leaving the message, as if this is just a trivial matter.

It says--

"Happy to you, little pianist."