[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

Near the end of the year, the cold wind howling outside the window and the frenzied students indoors have reached an unusually harmonious state. In the senior year, many students who have completed many classes unconsciously used substandard Cantonese sings exaggeratedly "all kinds of emptiness and coldness, dreams in the wind blowing", but in fact many of them just got up in the warm bed, gearing up to go and get out of class at twelve o'clock The lower graders went to grab the canteen at noon.

And the students who really lined up in the cold wind to go to the library or the piano room have long been blown into cold fish by the cold wind in December, and their minds are all about how to get through this exam month. I still have the mind to worry about emptiness, loneliness and coldness.

And Huang Shaotian, who used to hang around the piano room with the lower grades and go to the library every day a week ago, is now at the top of his game. After practicing countless times, he and Zhang Jiale finally completed Yu Wenzhou's song in the school's recording studio. When he heard the final product of the first entry, he had a feeling that he had finally settled a major event, and that his long-awaited heart had finally let go.

The final work will be submitted by Yu Wenzhou, and before the recording is completed, Huang Shaotian doesn't even know what the official name of the piece is. It can't be called the number of the first semester work like his usual homework, right?But when he asked Yu Wenzhou, he didn't get an accurate answer. Yu Wenzhou only smiled and played Tai Chi with him: "I'll tell you when the time comes."

Huang Shaotian was very dissatisfied with this obviously cheating answer, but in the end his protest became endless because he was called to rehearse by his classmates.

Their String Music Department borrowed the concert hall of the main building on Christmas Eve. Many teachers and students will be present at that time. It can barely be regarded as a Christmas concert. What makes Huang Shaotian feel a little happy is that Yu Wenzhou and his class The group went to other places to gather folk songs only on the second day, so he could still watch the show.

In fact, he himself thinks it's a bit ridiculous, and it's not an important performance, and he doesn't want to cooperate with any great group, it's just a small party for everyone to have a good time, and he probably won't have the time to perform solo For more than 10 minutes, he was a little frustrated because Yu Wenzhou might not be able to come before, and now he was a little excited because he could come. He got Yu Wenzhou a seat in the front row of the first floor, and he brought his own ticket when he gave out the ticket. To complain in his heart, his tortuous mental journey, after the score is converted into a musical score, is simply an etude for changing handles, with ups and downs, and it is terrible.

Yu Wenzhou rushed to submit his final work before the deadline. Once this matter was over, he had almost nothing left to do in this semester. Even one semester is over.When he got the ticket Huang Shaotian gave him, he joked: "This is the last time I will hear you play the piano this year, you have to perform well."

"When did I play the violin for you, didn't I behave well?" Huang Shaotian was sitting opposite him peeling oranges, he raised his head when he heard this, leaned over to stare at him across the table, "You said you Say it."

As soon as Yu Wenzhou raised his head, he stared at him so closely. He seemed to be able to count the eyelashes of the person opposite him at such a close distance. It may be because the heating in the room was too high, and his lips were a little obvious due to dryness. He could see the lines clearly, Huang Shaotian subconsciously pursed his lips and blinked his eyes because of his looking back, but his eyes never moved away.

At that moment, Yu Wenzhou seemed to hear the sound of the two people's breathing and his own heartbeat. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he took the lead to look away and said, "Shaotian, can you care more about your oranges?"

The juice from the oranges dripped onto the table.

"Damn it! This is the final homework I'm going to hand in later! Damn! Come here, I'll give you this, I'll hurry up and make a new one, I'll be leaving later, bye!" Half of the unlucky oranges were handed to Yu Wenzhou, and he took a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and then ran away with his coat as if he was stepping on the wind under his feet.

Yu Wenzhou looked at the scarf on his bed and laughed helplessly. It was a dark plaid scarf with a treble symbol at the bottom. It was in the theater when they went to a concert together a few days ago. He bought it together at the merchandise store at the same time. He also has one.

He went over to fold the scarf and put it away. He had to go to a meeting in the department in the afternoon, so he could only bring it to him when he went to the performance in the evening.

It's a pity that people's wishes were not fulfilled. The performance started at seven o'clock. The meeting, which could have been completed in an hour, had to wait for a long time because someone was late. Finally, when he came out of the teaching building of his department and walked across the entire campus, By the time I rushed all the way to the concert hall of the main building, it was already more than half an hour late.

The ticket gate at the main entrance of the concert hall was closed, and Yu Wenzhou himself didn't like the behavior of being late and obstructing others' sight, so he could only go around to the balcony entrance on the first floor of the concert hall and enter from the back.

The concert hall in the main building is usually not open to outsiders. Most of the concert halls are used by school students for rehearsals and performances. Therefore, the venue is not very big. Yu Wenzhou came in directly behind the orchestra pit. Although it is a balcony, it seems far from The orchestra pit is not too far away.He could even see a lot of familiar faces in the auditorium below, because it was not a very formal performance, many people had relaxed expressions, but to his surprise, even though it was a performance organized by the String Department, But now the group of people on the stage is the standard configuration of the school orchestra. When he came in, it was the end of Beethoven’s Third Piano Association. Now some staff members are preparing to remove the piano on the stage and change it to another one. track up.

After he came in, he tried to send a text message to Huang Shaotian, saying that he was late, so he is currently sitting upstairs. Although his mobile phone should be in the background, he might see it when the scene changes, but it is a pity that he is in the hall. The signal was too poor, and the delivery receipt was not received after sending it out, but at this time the personnel on the stage were ready again to start the next track.

At this time, Huang Shaotian came onto the stage from the side, holding the qin and the bow in his left hand, adjusted his formal attire, and then nodded to Wang Jiexi who was on the podium.

First is the main melody played by the violin ensemble of the string department. This melody is no longer familiar to Yu Wenzhou. Mozart’s third concerto, the first movement, is a piece that Huang Shaotian likes very much. The melody is clear and easy to remember. I heard him hum a few words.Maybe he chose this song tonight. Yu Wenzhou couldn't help curling his lips when he thought of this. From his angle, he could clearly see Huang Shaotian's side face. The light from the ceiling lamp was very bright. I can see clearly.He hadn't reached his solo part yet, and it was different from his usual formal performances. Huang Shaotian tilted his head to the beat quite easily, and even had time to face Zheng Xuan and Song Xiao who were in the opposite seat. I squeezed my eyes.

Then there was a violin solo that started with a three-tone chord. Huang Shaotian changed a whole set of Red Sun strings for this performance a few days ago, saying that the sound was louder and more in line with today's repertoire. He didn't say what he was going to play at the time. Looking at it now, such a bright and high-pitched tone is really indescribably suitable for this piece of music.

Yu Wenzhou sat in the back balcony, which was not so good, quietly watching Huang Shaotian who was playing in the orchestra pit. During these days, he had heard Huang Shaotian play many pieces by composers. From Paganini the most to Bach, which Huang Shaotian himself is not too keen on, he has heard a lot of every composer. It can express the majestic grandeur in the a cappella suite, but today, it seems that since they met, he saw him perform on the stage for the second time, while he was standing off the stage, he looked at him from a distance, and felt a little Strange, but very familiar.

He never thought that Huang Shaotian would be very suitable to play Mozart before, perhaps because the first impression was too ingrained, the person who stood on the stage playing the Ysaï ditto was too gorgeous, and the complicated and delicate fingering changes could even make people Forget about the original melody, even though I got to know him later and knew that he was not so keen on showing off his skills, he never thought about which composer he was more suitable for.

But now he is standing there, skillfully playing a concerto that is not too difficult, he throws his bow lightly and jumps twice on the strings, followed by a series of 32nd notes, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth With a relaxed smile, the beautiful melody flowed out from under his fingers as if it had life.At that moment, Yu Wenzhou thought of many things, but he just stared at his fingers flexibly moving on the strings, unable to think of anything.

There was such a sentence in a book he read a long time ago, saying that Bach’s music is the salvation of people’s souls after suffering and returning to God, while Mozart’s music is after a life full of pain. The simplest back to basics.

He found that book casually in the library, and it is considered a general science textbook. Therefore, in the eyes of professionals, many words cannot be taken seriously at most with a smile. At that time, he thought this sentence was cumbersome and cumbersome, but he still remembered it With that word, back to basics.

Many times he feels that Mozart's works are not works that can heal the soul in connection with the composer's own life experience. Even those gentle and beautiful melodies are like a pair of hands that can heal wounds, but if you continue to listen, He always felt that it was just a dream created by a composer—he composed pain and happiness, illusion and reality at the same time, but he never refused to use even a little bit of illusion to heal himself.

But it is obviously full of dark and turbulent life, but there is still such a beautiful and gentle, pure and sincere melody.

And the person who is playing now is undoubtedly the purest but not simple one he has ever seen.It’s not that he has never experienced unhappiness and pain, let alone never, but after every setback and unwillingness, he can always recover, stand up again, and continue to move forward with those past things.Painful and dark colors will always be interspersed with warm and bright melodies, those will never be his main themes, absolutely not.

Just like the piece he is playing now, joy and sorrow always accompany each other. People in different periods can hear different perceptions, but the notes will not change, and the melody will not change. Always the same.

He even insisted on some of his insistence a little rigidly. He still remembered that once they passed by a bulletin board for a violin recital that read something like "The Collision of Classical and Modern, Recreating the Classics", Huang Shaotian glanced at it. Zhang made a rather nondescript poster and said to him: "When I was in class, the professor said that just because the too great predecessors have done all the great things in this field, so now the mediocre people... can't do it." If you go beyond, you can only do some things that the predecessors disdain to do—and feel complacent and feel that this is a breakthrough and innovation.”

When he said this, he perfectly imitated the professor's deep and iron-hating tone, and after speaking, he laughed himself first, then shrugged and said to Yu Wenzhou: "Although I don't completely agree with what he said, I have to admit... ...he was right."

The daily life of exaggeration and fast food makes persistence and classics no longer pure. Of course, it is good to make improvements and innovations, but it also requires someone to always adhere to the most traditional and pure habits.Although it seems that he may be one of the trendy students who take showing off their skills as their capital and leave the classics behind, in fact, he is more persistent than most, and as one of his experiences in the past six months As a witness, Yu Wenzhou admires and understands every setback and dedication of Huang Shaotian more than anyone else. What he brought to him was not only a cooperation experience in a composition competition, nor a piece of music that served as his source of inspiration, but even He can also not care about the friendship that has been almost called day and night in the past period of time-he is more important to him, but also an existence that cannot be expressed in simple words.

He cherishes him very much.

Yu Wenzhou stared at the people on the stage who had already played to the last few bars, and shook his head with a smile. Sometimes a melody has been filtered in his mind for too many times, and it will be very uncomfortable when he writes it down. Smooth, and some want to say, the same.What's more, he now thinks that he doesn't have the position to say those words now.

Thinking of this, he was a little dazed, but there was already warm applause around, someone below shouted "bravo", Huang Shaotian was holding the piano and bowing to the audience.

The ticket that Huang Shaotian gave Yu Wenzhou was in the front seat, but because he asked for it too late, the seat facing the orchestra had already been taken by someone else, and the one he finally got was the front row seat near the edge. Behind the stringed seats, he didn't see whether Yu Wenzhou was here when he was on stage before, but now he bowed to the audience to express his gratitude. Still empty.

He was a little dazed for a while, but it was only for a short moment. He followed Wang Jiexi's guidance and bowed with everyone, then stepped off the stage, and changed to another program. However, during the few steps from the orchestra pit to the backstage, he still looked back. To confirm, it is indeed empty and empty.

Is Yu Wenzhou not here?

He was a little strange, Yu Wenzhou didn't seem like a person who would miss an appointment, so he went to get his phone to see if there were any new messages, but when he pressed the unlock button, he found that the signal in the background was really poor, and there was no service status. Can't even send a text message.

The students of the next string quartet had already entered the stage, and those who were idle sat in twos and threes on the boxes where the sundries were placed in the background and chatted. The logistics students prepared apples for them. Glancing at the mobile phone that was still out of service, he thought of the orange he didn't eat in his mouth at noon, and felt a little stuffy.

He will be on stage twice in a while, one is to play a triangle as a guest, and the other is to play a final encore. He has been eager to try to play a triangle in the orchestra for a long time, but if he is the one to play in a formal performance, Before he gets the triangle iron, he will definitely be beaten to death by the head of the group with the baton first, so this time he finally encountered a relaxed repertoire and a performance atmosphere that would allow him to show off his skills. He didn't tell Yu Wenzhou before that he wanted to give him Here comes a surprise.But now it seems that he lost most of the fun before this surprise started.

The group of them who were not on stage for the time being were talking about the final exams and winter vacation arrangements, the weather outside, and the people who went up to the performance came back and forth, and Huang Shaotian also briefly got over the addiction of sitting on the triangle behind the wind music seat.

It turns out that looking at the past from the back of the orchestra pit is really different from the perspective of the chief he is most used to. He can see clearly who in the whole orchestra is tapping the time with his toes and who forgot to turn over the sheet music according to the progress.

He looked at the auditorium while he had nothing to do. The faces he was familiar with were all in the front row. Ever since Ye Xiu found him sitting in the back and knocked on the triangle, he had a suppressed smile on his face. Zhang Jiale, who could only hold back his laughter due to the occasion, even gave him a thumbs up from the air. Wei Chen also came today and sat next to Ye Xiu, but Huang Shaotian believed that if it wasn't for his deep-rooted professionalism, he wouldn't have There is no doubt that Mr. Wei would give him warm applause and a passionate "OK!"

Yu Wenzhou's seat is not vacant now, there is someone else sitting there, Huang Shaotian doesn't know who it is, but it doesn't really matter who it is, it's not Yu Wenzhou anyway, so love whoever.

Thinking of this, Huang Shaotian quickly tapped the bottom of the triangle iron hanging in front of him according to the rhythm of the previous rehearsal, and the clear sound echoed in the concert hall, and the people around him who were more leisurely than him were also cameos to knock on the timpani His classmates cast approving and envious glances at him, Huang Shaotian pinched the edge of the triangle with his left hand to stop the vibration, and smiled back at the same time.

But Yu Wenzhou, who was sitting upstairs, didn't see where Huang Shaotian was at first. He glanced at the string concert hall, and there was no Huang Shaotian. He went to look at it, but found that Huang Shaotian was sitting on the stool in a serious manner, striking the instrument in front of him with dignity, and stopped its continuous vibration at the right time, and then the percussion part faded out, and he turned his head. Looking at the people next to him, although Yu Wenzhou was only left with the back of his head full of reverie and not complete, Yu Wenzhou could imagine that he must be smiling smugly at them.

The night passed quickly, the last piece on the program list was played, the audience burst into applause, the conductor led the orchestra to express his thanks, and then returned to the venue symbolically.In the end, Huang Shaotian, as a representative, ended this evening's performance with a short and quick "Chaldas". The fast short notes and passionate melody brought the emotions of the audience to the climax. At the end of a note, he habitually raised his bow, and the audience, familiar or unfamiliar, stood up and applauded. All the lights in the venue were turned on again. Huang Shaotian bowed down again to express his thanks, and then returned to the backstage with everyone.

Everyone hugged each other and wished Merry Christmas. Because some lower graders had classes the next day, they couldn’t go out to the party as usual. Shocked, he received a text message from Yu Wenzhou, which said that he was late for a while, so he was on the balcony on the first floor and asked him to perform well.

The time was shortly after the performance, presumably because the signal in the concert hall was too poor, and it could not be sent or received.

At this time, Huang Shaotian had already followed the crowd outside the main building. The cold night wind rushed towards him and blew him away, but he retreated uncontrollably, and went back to the concert hall directly from the backstage.

However, there was no one in the backstage, and there were only a few staff members in the entire concert hall who were still doing the aftermath. It seemed extremely empty. Seeing him coming back, he asked, "Did something drop?"

"No, no, there are too many people over there, so I'll go out here." He pointed to the exit of the balcony on the first floor, thanked the staff, and ran up in two or three steps. Of course, Yu Wenzhou had already left, he stood Looking down from there, the entire orchestra pit can be seen in a panoramic view with a feeling of being overlooked. Although this is a position where only the conductor's facial expression can be seen, Huang Shaotian looked again, and he could see where he was standing from here. , and leaning forward from the seat a little bit, you can clearly see the movement of the triangle iron position.

This discovery made him feel a little happy, as if a child had discovered a unique secret of his own, he laughed to himself, and then the phone started to vibrate, and he looked down strangely—even though there was no signal, he could still call Come in, it's simply amazing.

The call was from Yu Wenzhou, and he answered it standing still. He heard a familiar voice coming from beside his ears, and there seemed to be a bit of harsh wind in the receiver.

"Where are you?" Huang Shaotian asked, "I didn't see you when I was performing, and I just received your text message when I was looking at my phone. How about the angle of view from the back? Is it different from usual?"

"I'm outside. Just after the show ended, I ran into a classmate and I were discussing our schedule for going out to collect music, and they just pulled me out... I was going to find you backstage after I finished thinking about it."

"It's okay, if you have something important to do, you can do it first. It's not a big show...then you're leaving tomorrow, right? Is it cold outside? I can even hear the wind blowing." Huang Shaotian said While talking, he was thinking about the classmate who dragged Yu Wenzhou away, and he felt that he probably snatched that classmate's ribs in the cafeteria a few years ago, so what happened to him today.

"Yes, there was a strong wind just after coming out. By the way, where are you, Shaotian? You left your scarf in my dormitory at noon..." Yu Wenzhou only remembered to wear his own scarf when he was in a hurry when he went out. Then I remembered that Huang Shaotian's scarf was left in his dormitory, but it would take several days for him to leave, and if he didn't return it now, it would have to be delayed until next year, so he thought about giving him his own scarf first, anyway. They were all the same, and he couldn't tell who belonged to whom even if they were put together.

"Where have you been? If you're almost at the dormitory, you can go back directly. Don't you guys have to get up early tomorrow to catch the bus? I'll just go back and find another one to deal with for a few days. I'm still in the concert hall. Hurry up first." Go back, don't wait for me in the rain for so long like last time, it's so cold here, be careful not to blow it up, are you wearing gloves..." The staff have already started to turn off the lights in the concert hall When Huang Shaotian saw this, he walked out, and the moment he pushed the door open, he realized that he seemed to have said something wrong—as expected, Yu Wenzhou was silent for a while, and then he heard Yu Wenzhou ask back in a very soft voice: "Shaotian... …What did you say?"

Huang Shaotian didn't know how to answer for a while, he held the mobile phone to his ear, and felt his palms and face were hot together in such a cold day.At this time, he remembered the broken signal in the concert hall, so he quickly replied: "It's nothing, nothing, the signal here is not very good, I can't hear what you say, is there anything wrong? If it's okay, let's see you when you come back? Have you decided on a date for your return trip?"

"It should be back after the New Year's holiday." Yu Wenzhou held the mobile phone. He had said goodbye to his classmates before calling, and turned back to the main building by the same way. When he was about to go in, he was greeted by Huang Shaotian's words "in the rain." Waiting for so long." He abruptly stopped in his tracks, and looked up, there were vague figures by the windows on several floors, but none of them were Huang Shaotian.

He stood on the spot, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if he was going to swallow something that was about to come out.Then he went down the steps again, and replied in a very calm voice: "Alright, then we will see you when we come back. Then... Shaotian, I wish you a happy new year in advance."

"What, what, Christmas hasn't even started yet! You're not in the right order! Or are you going to go out to collect scenery and see the world of flowers, so you don't plan to contact me if you have a good time? It's not enough You mean it, Yu Wenzhou..." Over there Huang Shaotian scolded him half-jokingly, "Look at how mean I am, Merry Christmas, Wenzhou."

The voice he pronounced his name was very soft, as soft as the last ppp infinitely extended overtone in the music, but he knew that Yu Wenzhou must have heard it.

"Well, you are the same." Yu Wenzhou said, raised his other hand and rubbed his forehead, then wrapped his scarf and coat tightly, pulled up the thread, and walked into the cold night wind on Christmas Eve.