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Ling Qingyuan stayed in the hospital for two weeks, the wound healed quickly, even the nurses allowed him to do some heavy exercise.The blood and iron supplements that should be transfused are almost enough, and the diet has gradually returned to normal.Entering July, Ling Qingyuan wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

Of course, it wasn't just his quick recovery that forced him to leave the hospital as soon as possible.

In the past two days, Cheng's mother kept repeating, Lu Bai was in her third year of high school, how could she stay idle in the hospital all the time, and she should go back to school early to resume classes.Studying, taking exams, going to school, and working, Cheng's mother decided that her daughter should take this path in a down-to-earth manner, and don't think about useless tricks.As for the elder brother, his life has already been saved, so he should go out of the stall as soon as possible.

Another thing is a bit of a headache.The ruffian trio who beat him up only paid him enough money for basic medical expenses.Cheng Hebai used to be a barbecue seller, and he didn't have medical insurance to cover the long-term hospitalization.Speaking of those three people, they have been detained by the public security for almost two weeks, and they are due to be released in more than ten days.

How to sort out the Cheng family's affairs is really a mess.

On July [-]rd, Ling Qingyuan went through the procedures for leaving the hospital, and followed Cheng's mother and younger sister back to Cheng Hebai's home.Cheng Jia'an is located outside the North Fourth Ring Road in Taiping City, a cramped bungalow area squeezed between the teeth of high-rise buildings.Red bricks or gray walls can be seen everywhere, illegal small second floors, and one-person alleys between the walls of the front and back houses of the neighbors.The most amazing thing is the clothes drying pole on the alley, and the clothes are still dripping.

Speaking of which, he only lived in this kind of folk house when he was making movies: The Cheng family had three houses in the east, west and south, two of which were illegal constructions.A small yard the size of a palm was formed in the middle, and the small yard was tightly blocked by Xiaosanlun selling barbecue.To the east is Cheng's mother and Cheng Lubai's bedrooms, to the south is the small living room with Cheng Hebai's room inside, and to the west is the kitchen and toilet.

Even Ling Qingyuan felt that this family was extremely pitiful.

"Mom, it's really important for Lu Bai to go to school. But I won't sell barbecue anymore." The three of them sat down in the cramped living room, which was actually just a square wooden dining table against the wall and three chairs.Ling Qingyuan learned that He Bai used to go to Nanshi to wholesale fresh meat in the early morning, skewering it in the morning, leaving the stall around ten in the morning, and coming back around ten in the evening.This kind of work pressure, even when he worked several jobs in college and saved money to make movies, he didn't work so hard.

Cheng's mother froze for a moment, obviously she didn't expect her son to say that.Only to hear him continue: "The added value of barbecue is too low, it's pure hard work. Don't worry, I will find other jobs and plug our family's debt as soon as possible."

After appeasing Cheng's mother, Ling Qingyuan sent her away, leaving Cheng Lubai behind.Cheng Lubai looked at his somewhat unfamiliar elder brother, he was almost healed and discharged from the hospital, but he always felt that something was wrong.He rejected the original job in one breath, and his speech and behavior were different, and his choice of words and sentences seemed lofty.

"Mom thinks you should go to school. I also think you should continue to study. I will pick you up when you go to school and after school. Don't go alone. Be with your classmates, keep your mouth shut, don't say anything, anyone letter."

"Brother, you don't have to take me so seriously. What else can happen at school?"

Ling Qingyuan glanced at her and asked: "You are young, do you have many boyfriends?"

Cheng Lubai almost jumped up from the bench: "Brother!"

Although Ling Qingyuan's own orientation is problematic, his three views are positive.For example, he has never approved of going against other people's wishes or destroying other people's families for so many years.Besides, Lu Bai is an underage girl, her head is confused, and she is considered a disadvantaged group.He didn't want anything to happen to her again.

"With your little pocket money, how can you go to the movies every week?"

"I didn't go there every week, and besides, domestic films cost only a few dollars."

"Okay." Ling Qingyuan's 36-year-old personality was impatient with the little girl, so he waved his big hand and decided arbitrarily.He looked at the wall clock and said, "It's still early, and we can't wait for tomorrow, so let's take you back to school today. I'll pick you up again in the evening."

Cheng Lubai walks from her school to her home for about three to four ten minutes, and it takes two to ten minutes to ride a bicycle.But the only thing with wheels in Cheng's family is Hebai's multi-purpose electric tricycle, which is not used for carrying people.The two of them chattered every sentence, and came to No. 10 Middle School.The name of the school sounds auspicious, but unfortunately, all the good schools in Taiping City use Chinese or foreign characters as their official names, and they are numbered by pure numbers. They are nothing more than ordinary middle schools hidden in residential areas that cannot be named.

"Brother, it's here. Don't you even remember where my school is?"

Ling Qingyuan evaded the important and ignored it: "Go in quickly, and tell the teacher clearly the reason for asking for leave."

ten o'clock in the morning.

Ling Qingyuan raised his head and looked at the sky, the sun was dazzling and cloudless, the sky was full.The broken concrete road under my feet is also very solid.He bent his eyes strangely, but he wasn't smiling.He raised his legs and walked towards the bus station row, while walking, he said silently: "Come, open the door, Zhima."

Ling Qingyuan's destination was the Daishan Yaju near the Daixi Reservoir in the western suburbs. It was the place where he drank for the last time before he died, and where he lost consciousness after being so drunk.

After two weeks, the clues should have disappeared.It doesn't matter, he just went... to find a job today.

Daishan Yaju is a top leisure resort in nature.Of course, the scale of the area is less than the level of a "village", but the connotation includes all the ways of leisure and relaxation that a person can think of and conditions can achieve.Both privacy and enjoyment.It is a bit vulgar to insist that it is a club.

Ling Qingyuan was not a member there before, and he was not qualified enough to go there to be chic.Then, the only other way for him to enter Yaju before the accident was to be invited by the members.

Right now, as Cheng Hebai, Ling Qingyuan was very politely stopped by the welcoming guests as soon as he approached the gate hidden by trees.Not only because he didn't have a membership card, but also because he got off the bus and came here on foot.

After telling him that he was here to seek a job, Ling Qingyuan was allowed to rest and wait on the stone chairs outside the garden.Maybe it was because I came at night that day, and now I don't have any impression of the surrounding scenery.He felt that the current self was calmer and stronger than his predecessor. In a short period of time, he experienced two deaths and setbacks in his career.A little trouble right now will not shake him at all.

Soon, a young man in a suit came over led by the welcome guests.Ling Qingyuan stood up first to say hello.

"Hi, my name is Cheng Hebai."

"Hello." The man in the suit lightly shook his extended hand, looked him around quietly and asked, "What kind of job are you planning to apply for?"

"Pianist. Coffee bar or western food bar."

The man in the suit looked at Ling Qingyuan again, this time it was much more obvious.The young man in front of him was wearing plain trousers and a T-shirt, and his appearance was clean and tidy.However, for the people who work and serve in Yaju, especially those who are in charge of personnel affairs, they often see all kinds of flashy and handsome, and they may not treat the person in front of them as a grass.

The man in the suit hesitated for a while and spoke, but his tone was quite steady: "You can find a job in Yaju, at least it means that you have connections. But you should also know that our employees, even a gardener, are not easy."

Ling Qingyuan added indifferently: "If you have passed the technical level, you can obey any work rules and requirements that need to be followed."

"We already have a pianist. I guess you should also know that Yaju's customer base is extraordinary. They are high-end, exquisite, discerning, and many of them have unique taste. Don't think that you can play in any chain store outside. The tune can be freely given to the guests of Yaju."

"At least let me try it. If you really feel dissatisfied after listening to it, I have no complaints and will never bother you."

The man in the suit felt that what Cheng Hebai said was reasonable, as long as his jin was not enough to be weighed on a scale, he would not have to worry about finding a reason to reject his job application.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to play where I might work."

The man in the suit looked at his watch, it was just after twelve o'clock, and it was time for dinner.He made a guiding gesture: "Please follow me to the bar."

While walking, Ling Qingyuan felt the uniqueness of Daishan Yaju.The entire building community is entirely based on mountains and rivers, and white walls and black tiles can be vaguely seen between trees, mountains and rocks.It's hard to say which architectural style is imitated here, perhaps, it should be better to integrate various classics into one furnace.

The two walked through the corridor-style wooden plank road. The two sides are hollowed out without walls, but there are vaults like corridor bridges and pavilions, which can not only shelter from rain but also shade.The meticulous design cleverly connects the artificial buildings scattered among the natural scenery, which is convenient for walking and viewing.

The man in the suit led Ling Qingyuan to a light bar - this is not a lively environment for drinking and punching, with a dance floor and DJ, but a quiet place suitable for chatting or dealing with business.

It's too quiet, not like a place where you can get drunk.Ling Qingyuan was sure that he had no impression of this place either.A bartender in front of the bar was wiping the glass without looking up, and there were probably only one or two couples of guests in the booth.

The man in the suit temporarily called a woman to help him appreciate it.It can be seen that although this man in a manpower suit advertises his appearance and style, he dare not claim that he understands music and customers' minds.The new woman in red, on the other hand, seems to be someone more interested in content and expressiveness.

"There's Qin, you can start." The woman cut to the chase.

The two of them sat at the nearest booth, neither ordering music.Ling Qingyuan sat on the piano bench and made up his mind instantly.He didn't choose romance, pop or postmodern, and he didn't show off skills, but played Bach somewhat unexpectedly.

Cheng Hebai's condition is good, with long fingers and moderate flexibility.But Ling Qingyuan wasn't sure if it would be possible to use the soul to manipulate the puppet of the body, and perform delicate performances across mountains and cattle.Bach is very suitable, rigorous to almost rigid, neat and regular, but the changes contained in small details are vivid and full of aura.

"What song?" the suit man asked.

"The law of equality." The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Generally, applicants don't start with this..."

"Anything to say?"

The woman rested her chin on one hand: "How should I put it? It's complicated and you don't understand it. In short, some people regard it as an etude every day, and some people regard it as church music straight to heaven."

There is another reason why Ling Qingyuan chose the well-balanced temperament, and that is his melody.The retro baroque is very suitable for light bars that are more business-oriented. The melody of the music is not complicated, but it is difficult for the audience to easily remember. It is a good background sound and will not disturb the conversation of the guests.

The grasp of the overall environment determines the use of details.Through the details, the whole environment is better set off.As a director, he knows this very well.

He doesn't play fast, because he still needs to adjust the feel of his hands on the keys.Fortunately, whether Bach is fast or slow, there will be a unique taste.After playing the overture and fugue, he stopped and looked at the two judges.

The guests at the two tables were still chatting, and the time was as peaceful as the sunlight leaking through the colored glass of the church.

"Change to a song that is more representative of your own characteristics."

Ling Qingyuan chose Swan Lake.He is so familiar with this piece of music that even if he changes his body, he can play it without mistakes and full of emotion.Not only because it was his mother Qin Yin who listened to it repeatedly, but also because Qin Yin influenced him in music and made him obsessed with the world of light and shadow all his life—another kind of stage.

"I understand that." The man in the suit said. "A ballet."

"...I let him choose to represent himself, and he is really expressing."

"What do you mean?"

"I can hear that he didn't follow blindly, or choose songs for the sake of showing favor. Emotions can be imitated and figured out, but whether there is a story in the music or not, you can't deceive people."

"Okay." The woman stopped Cheng Hebai, the song was not finished, but the sound of the piano weakened.The woman nodded and said, "Did you watch this Magnolia Awards? AQUA's award-winning track, Via de Verita."

Ling Qingyuan confirmed with her: "Is it the theme song of "A Chronicle of a Journey to the West"?" After receiving an affirmative answer, Ling Qingyuan recalled a little bit: This song was released as a single version before the screening of "Journey to the West", and it became almost a household name after the hit.He heard it again at the awards show a few days ago.The memory is very fresh, and it is still safe to make a guess silently.

Listen to pop music three times, even if you don't know how to sing, you can hum.Easy to imitate is the biggest disadvantage of popularity, this time it is good for Ling Qingyuan, because he memorized the melody, so he copied the melody of this song to the piano in a decent manner.

After the song was played, the guests at the two tables applauded respectfully.

"Dong Cheng, you can hire this kid."

"Weiwei, you're so good at making up your mind without asking me if I'm short of people?" Dong Cheng dissatisfied: "Now every venue has a pianist, there's no need to have another one."

"You ask for my opinion, and I will give you my answer. After listening to his performance, the answer is that he can be hired." Weiwei said: "Every venue has one? All the facilities and services of Yaju are available around the clock. It is open without holidays, one luthier per performance is not enough, and whoever asks for leave will do shift work."

The woman named Weiwei seemed to be at least at the supervisory level, and Dong Cheng had nothing to do with her, so she said to Cheng Hebai: "Western restaurants only have lunch and evening, and there are already people. As for the central bar, the piano is in the afternoon, and the dance floor is in the evening." It is open, and there are bands. The coffee shop and light bar have a lot of traffic in the evening and even in the early morning.

"From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., repeated pieces cannot be played. Guests must respond to their orders, and [-]% of the tip goes to Yaju. You can rest when there is no one, but you are generally not allowed to stop during the song. Are you competent?"

Ling Qingyuan thought about Cheng Lubai's school time, asked about the hourly salary, and readily agreed.Dong Cheng didn't shirk anymore, he asked for his ID card to verify the information, and he didn't forget to tell him to behave properly.

The woman named Weiwei was still lazily sitting in the booth playing with earrings. She pointed to the vacant chair opposite and told Ling Qingyuan to sit down. She chatted and said, "Cheng Hebai... isn't it? Your music selection is very interesting. It gives me the feeling that you didn't deliberately prepare the repertoire to apply for the job, but adapt to the circumstances of the occasion, right?"

Ling Qingyuan nodded.He was not prepared, and he was completely unconditional to prepare.

"I can't tell, the taste is good, and the music is also good. I don't care if you play music as an amateur or a professional, as long as the things you play are appropriate and suitable for the occasion." Weiwei put her hands down on the table and leaned forward to get close Looking at Ling Qingyuan: "You can improvise, and you can also silently recite the scores you have heard. Why is it Bach when it comes up?"

Ling Qingyuan didn't explain, just smiled, and replied in a big way: "Maybe I'm just not used to choosing fashion."

"As far as the effect is concerned, it's pretty good. I thought you were consciously controlling the environment..." Weiwei shook her head and said, "Since it's not, since you choose the music purely because of habit or not, I remind you that it's safer to It should serve customers according to their needs.”