God said I would meet you

He was so nervous that his heart was pounding, and he winked at Zhang Xinli, hoping that he would rescue him.However, to his surprise, this time Zhang Xinli just sat on the spot and looked at him with his knees around him, without the slightest intention of standing up to help him persuade him to make peace.

Lin Jinyu whispered in her heart: Your uncle, if you lose the chain at the critical moment, what use are you for!

The whole village gathered around the bonfire to watch him. Under such curious and implicitly expectant gazes, Lin Jinyu couldn't just stand there like a fool for a long time and do nothing. It would be too embarrassing.

In fact, it is not that he has no experience in performing on stage. When he was a child, he learned piano from the grading examination to the district and city children's performances. He said that there were not many, but there was a lot of time for him to prepare and let him die. It's the first time for the few songs I performed to rush the ducks to the shelves like this.

Lin Jinyu glanced at Zhang Xinli again with little hope, but the latter still sat unmoved and did not even change his posture.Lin Jinyu had no choice but to accept his fate and accept the reality. He said modestly, "Okay...but I'm very amateurish."

He put the piano case on the ground, opened the lid and took out the violin and bow that he had retired for a long time inside. With the bonfire on his side, he made a "shh" gesture to the surroundings to signal everyone to be quiet.

Many children imitated him and booed around. The crowd's chaotic laughter and conversations gradually died down, leaving only fragmentary whispers.

Lin Jinyu continued to wait patiently, and soon the fragmentary whispers gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared completely.There was silence under the dark night sky, except for the occasional crackling of the campfire.

Lin Jinyu stood obliquely facing the bonfire, half of his back and side face were baked by the fiery wind, and he said in silence, "Give me a towel."

The crowd began to move. Someone took out a piece of handkerchief, passed it among the people, and it was soon handed to Lin Jinyu.

The black, blue, yellow, and red handkerchiefs on that handkerchief were intricately handcrafted, an ancient embroidery that Lin Jinyu didn't know.He folded the square handkerchief into a suitable size, and sandwiched it between the qin and his own chin on the qin.

Fortunately, I tried it with itchy hands before, and the pitch was also corrected, so Lin Jinyu only slightly adjusted the buttons on the basis of the previous experience, and quickly tested the pitch.

Everyone stared at him intently, no one spoke or moved. In such a slightly solemn atmosphere, Lin Jinyu lowered his eyes, took a breath, held a bow in his right hand, and rubbed the horsehair coated with rosin. With metal strings, the sound of the piano will flow out like spring water, without rush or delay.

Does the violin sigh too?

When the cold, brown-red violin without any signs of life uttered its first metal-like chord in Lin Jinyu's hands, everyone could clearly hear a sad sigh in their ears.

There is no piano accompaniment, and only the sound of Lin Jinyu's piano pours down like mist over the mountains above the distant and dark sparse grassland.

Chrysler's "Love's Sorrow", this is the track he decided on after a short deliberation.This piece, created by Kreisler, one of the most famous violinists in the [-]th century, was published as a waltz describing the troubles and melancholy of love.He knew the piece as well as his own fingers.

It has no prelude, and the whole song has a strong Viennese folk style of the last century. The first theme is sad and sad, while the second part is sweet and bright, quietly telling the ups and downs in love and the youthful and unforgettable memories.

Lin Jinyu's slender fingertips slid across the fingerboard, her intonation was full, and her portamento was smooth and natural.His brows were stretched, half of his face was reflected in the warm firelight, and the drooping eyelashes cast shadows on his face.

At that moment, Lin Jinyu was like the bonfire behind him, exuding his own light in the world, everyone's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and no one could take their eyes off him for a second.

His piano sound is very different from the original and rough music style here, but it is equally beautiful. Chrysler's music is not as unrestrained as flamenco music, but his music is subtle but warm, full of moving emotions, and he contrasts it with sweetness. The sadness of love makes people feel melancholy in love.

Played by Lin Jinyu's hands, the sadness is a little lighter, the free portamento is more, and the pronunciation is mellow and upright, as if he can calmly and gentlemanly face the scars given to him by love, and embrace all the sweetness and bitterness in love. Say goodbye to each other politely.

His "Sorrow of Love" is elegant and leisurely, sad but not sad.

In such a delicate and soft sound of the piano, Zhang Xinli watched his figure from the beginning to the end, and did not move until the end of the song.The flickering fire danced in Lin Jinyu's fair side face and his dark eyes.

Lin Jinyu slowly pulled out the last final note, took off the piano, and bowed to the surroundings very naturally to take a bow. The crowd was silent for a second, and then burst into prolonged warm applause and whistles.

Lin Jinyu was a little embarrassed, but very proud of herself.He knelt down to put the piano away, zipped it up, picked it up, walked back to Zhang Xinli and sat down.

Over there, new people spontaneously went up to pick up the scene, and the scene resumed to be noisy, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

Lin Jinyu leaned over and poked Zhang Xinli with his elbow: "Hey, am I pulling well?"

Zhang Xinli glanced at him: "...it's okay."

"I only took the test for this piece in April this year. I practiced it at least n+n times. The teacher praised me for doing this piece very well. You just said it was okay?"

Zhang Xinli then said, "It sounds good."

Lin Jinyu muttered: "The tone has changed so quickly, there is no sincerity at all, and it is just perfunctory to me."

"..." Zhang Xinli said helplessly, "You are not satisfied when I say yes, but you think I am perfunctory when I say fine."

Yes, it seems to be a bit vexatious, out of thin air, moaning for nothing... Lin Jinyu shut up.

He felt a little hot, and the cool night wind couldn't dispel the heat emanating from inside... probably because he was roasted by the fire for a while.

Lin Jinyu sat, wanting to wait for the excruciating heat to fade away by itself.

From time to time, people around him still came to offer a toast to Zhang Xinli, and occasionally someone offered a toast to him, but Zhang Xinli drank it himself and didn't let him drink it.

Lin Jinyu was very curious to see the vigor of bowl after bowl.He said to Zhang Xinli, "I said..."

Hearing the voice, Zhang Xinli turned to look at him, the surroundings were too noisy and he couldn't hear what Lin Jinyu said clearly, so he listened to him and said, "What?"

Lin Jinyu said: "Enough is enough, why are you acting like a normal person after drinking so much alcohol? You can't get drunk if you don't get drunk at all?"

"Of course not," Zhang Xinli said, "I'm not an alien, I will get drunk."

"Really," Lin Jinyu started babbling again: "Then why are you acting like a normal person after drinking so much?"

"It's not up to that amount."

Lin Jinyu clicked her tongue secretly: Tsk tsk tsk, so many are not up to that amount.

"When was the last time you were drunk?" he asked.

Zhang Xinli thought for a while, and said, "In elementary school, there are often... and then... junior high schools seem to have a few times..."

This happened a few years ago... Lin Jinyu thought: just now I don't know how many catties and taels I've lost, and what I drank before, but I can't tell from this guy's face at all, drinking doesn't look good .

Zhang Xinli watched Lin Jinyu's eyeballs turn left and right, wondering what he was thinking.

Lin Jinyu also had a few drinks before, and now her face was a little flushed, and she touched her neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Xinli asked, "Are you hot?"

"A little bit," Lin Jinyu said, "but not sweating."

Zhang Xinli said: "When the heat goes out, the wind blows. Go out from here and turn right. There is a mountain top, and the wind is strong over there."

"Where is it?" Lin Jinyu listened to this vague stream of consciousness description, fearing that he might not find his way, so he said to him, "Take me there."

He really wanted to go out and enjoy some air. The bonfire was too hot and the cool night wind blowing on him would definitely be very refreshing.