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My instinct was not right, but I didn't ask much. She must have listened to this concert with the customers received at the craft bar. Otherwise, in terms of Miss Pan De's degree of professionalism, she would not be so enthusiastic about classical music, and she would not be a star chaser.

It's possible to chase money.

Why are you hiding from me? Is the customer related to our company? Or is it just a professional habit?

"Do you usually listen to classical music?" Miss Pan De asked.

"I often listen." I have studied piano for fourteen years, and I can talk about a sentence or two in this regard. "Speaking of "Resurrection Symphony", I was actually on the scene with the farewell performance of Shuilan, when he and SSO performed it. This set. So I’m very curious about who the conductor is today. I remember they seemed to have hired an older foreigner to be the new music director. Is that person?"

The full name of SSO is Singapore Symphony Orchestra. It used to be of average level and ranks among the best in the world. He is to SSO what Simon Rattle is to CBSO. I saw his conductor a long time ago. At that time, he might be less than fifty years old and his face was firm. When he bid farewell to the performance, his facial features and eyes were much softer, and his level reached a perfect level.

"Today is a young man." Miss Pan De's attention was clearly focused on the farewell performance. "It was a pity that I was on a business trip in Tokyo. Was the performance also held here, how about it?"

"At the Esplanade," I said. "Even though it has been more than a year, I still remember it. The orchestra was like a person that day."

"Is it better than Abbado's and LFO's "Second Symphony"?" Miss Pan De's eyes were a little tricky.

"No, no," I saw through her strategy, "I don't want to compare previous versions. I am not a ‘that’ classical music lover."

"Neither am I." She laughed.

The receptionist at the door noticed us coming. Miss Pan De took out two invitation letters. It turned out that today was indeed an internal activity. The quality of private performances is very uneven, which is a bit like blind box: frankly speaking, I don't like blind box. But after all, I didn't pay for this performance, it's nothing to be picky about.

There was a poster for today’s event near the door. Ms. Pan De slowly read out the conductor’s name today: "Kahchun·Wong (Kahchun·Wong). Do you know what Kachun·Wang's Chinese character means?"

This is obviously the name transliterated in Cantonese or Hokkien. I didn’t recognize it, so I took a picture of the conductor and searched it, saying: "Mandarin is pronounced "Huang Jiajun", which probably means "Elia"."

There is also a logo of a local charity in the corner of the poster. It seems that these two invitations are much more expensive than the usual ones, but I don’t know whether BCG or which customer paid the money. Of course, Miss Pan De's own money is not sure, I just don't think it is.

"But what does ‘Elia’ mean?"

"The prophet of Israel?" I actually just said casually, I didn't expect her to be true, "Well, I just said nonsense, but ‘Jiajun’ gave me that kind of impression."

"You said you are an atheist." Miss Pande paused, "I think you are familiar with these allusions."

"You know, English is not my mother tongue. For acquired learners, it is necessary to read classics if they want to learn English well. When I was in college," I said as easily as possible, "I once wanted to Don’t do translation to make extra money—I thought the profession of translation was too vague and too simple—I heard from a professor that the King’s Bible will give people a new understanding of English. "

"Have you developed a new understanding of English?"

"If you want others to praise you, you can't boast with your mouth." I replied.

Miss Pan De slowed down and looked at me: "This is from "Proverbs"?"

I nodded and joked: "You also said that you are an atheist."

"Well," she was calm, "let's say that reading classics knows no borders."

After entering the venue, we sat down in the back row in the middle. There are more people than I thought. At the moment, most of the seats are empty, the audience is concentrated near the center line, and there is no one in the front row. The area where we are sitting seems to have reserved seats, except for two people sitting in three rows, only me and Miss Pande.

It was too early for the official opening, and we chatted in a low voice.

"The difference in pronunciation is really big." Miss Pan De said suddenly, "I mean the names, ‘Kachun’ and ‘Jiajun’, right?"

She is really talented in learning languages. The word "Jia" is well spoken, and the rhyme of the word "Jun" is unsatisfactory, with a bit of Indo-European habit. I explained: "This is actually more like the difference between Cantonese and Mandarin. People who speak Cantonese live in the south, while Mandarin is based on northern Mandarin." I felt that she was more interested, and I introduced some people living in Nanyang. The geographical composition of the Chinese, "Will this topic be boring?"

"Of course not! Language is often a window to understanding a civilization." She leaned on one cheek, and the gentleness brought by the glass of red wine had not been completely removed from her. "Why do you understand this?"

"I once thought that if I don't have to worry about bread, I might go to study folklore or linguistics. The possibility of doing language difference research is the greatest...or be a museum librarian." Seeing her disbelief, I emphasized Said, "Really!"

"I don't believe you," Miss Pande smiled happily. "It's just that, you know, you look more like someone who will shine in the crowd."

"In the crowd in the museum."

"Yes, but it must be an art museum, not a folk museum." She said, "and you are not an interpreter, you are probably an art director."

I squinted my eyes: "Do I look so far away from real life?"

"It has nothing to do with the sense of distance, Yao." She tilted her head. "It's a shame that you just stay behind the file."

I just wanted to say some jokes. For some reason, Miss Pande's unintentional remarks made me a little bit shaken. I pursed my lips and said, "Thank you. Tomorrow I will go to the official website of the National Gallery to see if they need new people."

Miss Pan De laughed. She carefully controlled the volume again, looked around, and whispered: "That would be very troublesome for me."

The mischief in her eyes was fleeting, and as soon as the voice fell, the slyness, virtual or real, was hard to distinguish. I just treated it as a joke, and heard her say: "Does your name have a big difference in origin? Li Yao."

"It's almost like that, but what you just read is a bit like calling an Italian boy, "Leo"." She procrastinated and pronounced something like an Italian. I lowered my head and smiled, demonstrating Give her, "'Li Yao'. That's how it is pronounced in Mandarin."

"Li Yao."

She learns brilliantly.

I praised her honestly: "Excellent."

"In your hometown," she asked again, "is there any special local language?"

I shook my head: "My family speaks Mandarin."

She nodded suddenly. Seeing me and looking at her, it seemed that she had misunderstood something. Miss Pande was a bit sad and said, "Don't laugh at me. I don't speak Hindi. So the pronunciation of'Sonia' is'Sonia' ',nothing special."

I will not be puzzled by the style, and jokingly said: "I know a little bit. Wangbadong, Wangbadong, Wangbadong."

Miss Pan De laughed: "They learn alike."

This is the homophony of the Hindi broadcast voice that you can often hear when riding the subway, meaning "999".

I have a dim sum. It is almost a torment to chat with her. Miss Pande is too relaxed tonight, without professionalism and alienation. She seems to be no longer a BCG partner sitting in the chair, and I don’t have to go ahead and be with her. The stage is against each other. I seem to be spending a wonderful night, for this night I dressed up carefully, she also dressed up carefully; I forgot the carton in the second bedroom, forgot the lie rotten in my stomach, the sword was dispelled by her gaze, I forgot myself Where is the reason for forgetting to be here.

As if it was really just a wonderful night, the ladies around me shared food, memories, and everything else with me.

What should i expect?

"This is Marathi, and the following is Punjabi. Isn't it a big difference?" While speaking, Miss Pande wrote her name on the invitation letter. I don't know where Marathi is from or where Punjab is, but the unfamiliar language left on the paper does not make people sober, it makes me even more confused.

I simply tried to express kindness, took out the pen in my bag, accepted her invitation, and wrote my name in Chinese characters in the blank space. The texture of this cardboard was too smooth, and the ink didn't dry for a long time. My hand holding the invitation letter almost fainted her handwriting. Fortunately, I felt it fast, so I immediately raised my thumb.

"Your pen does not belong to the Shen Jin series currently produced." Miss Pan De said suddenly. At this time, the concert was about to begin, and there were many people around, and she spoke very quietly. I didn't hear clearly, and moved in a little bit.

Miss Pan De attached to my ear and said, "The author of your pen is Mikoji Dojo. His personal style is too strong. Shen Jin of the National Kwok Club, he can usually be recognized at a glance when he is put together with other people's works. His legacy is now in the woods, and it should be 2011 at the latest. After that, it can only be seen in the second-hand market, because Mitsuhashi Dojo passed away in 2010."

She was mixed with many Roman-like words, obviously in Japanese, and I couldn't immediately reflect what she was saying. The lights in the auditorium have been turned off, and the conductor has appeared for the last time, and the wind musicians are obviously not in the state; instead, the strings, whether they are holding an arm-length violin or a one-person-high violin, are all ready to go, waiting for the start. instruction.

"Now you go into the store to buy a Shen Jin, of course only works by Jiao Kangji. If it was really ten years ago, it would not be so easy to buy a pen painted by Jiao Kangji. His Tusu device is much more interesting than a pen. By the way," Ms. Pan De talked eloquently as if she was talking about something that we should have in common with me, "Wajima Lacquerware, Kakuyasu is the mainstay. Suppose you really want to. If you go to the Folk Museum to be an instructor, you shouldn't forget Wajima except Fuzhou."

No matter how stupid I am, I can understand what she is talking about. She obviously knows Makie pen better than me.

Moreover, I know a lot more.

"You give me a condom." In the short interval after the applause ended, she got close to my auricle in abnormal silence and whispered, "Do you really think I don't know?"

The bow trembles from far to near, the cello falls like thunder, and my soul is not possessed.

This is the strangulation of the violin. The light in the darkness heralds the resurrection of Titan-but that is the protagonist of Mahler.

I am not a giant Titan, living in the dark, I am afraid I will die before dawn.