Chapter 39 Chapter 38 Two plays on stage and off stage

The new school year has begun. According to Yanxi's results, when qualifying, she and Ah Heng would naturally not be able to sit together. The classmates in the class got acquainted with Ah Heng, and they all felt that this girl was quite real, and she was good at studying, and there was absolutely no harm in sitting together.Therefore, this year's tablemate, Ah Heng is an absolute favorite. In the end, because Chen Juan's grades were superior to others, he sat down next to Ah Heng with graceful steps: "Brother, fate!" Ah Heng smiled: "Yes, yes, fate." After a few more people, Xin Dayi walked over squinting, gloating: "Shemale, hehe, you're done, Oye!"

Chen Juan didn't know why, but Kou Dan's finger painted purple pointed at Xin Dayi: "Hey, when did you turn into a crow, you baboon? You're just finished! Believe it or not, my mother killed you, tsk!" It's a pity that the buttocks are not warm yet, Yan Xi walked over with a dark face and a smirk, threw the schoolbag on a certain meat table, raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "What's the matter, do you go by yourself, or I will send it to you?" Are you old?" Rousi opened his eyes wide, and vaguely saw the little thing with black wings hovering over Yanxi's head, recalling the countless times of being under the unspoken rules of the poisonous tongue, he smiled and said: "How can I, Yan Shao, you sit down." , whoever disturbs your father-daughter reunion deserves death."

"Damn, a mother-san's virtue!" Xin Dayi scorned. The shredded meat moved over slowly: "Hey, Young Master Xin, you have a good character. From now on, the younger ones will depend on you to influence them a lot." Immediately, he sat down beside Xin Dayi. The four eyes met, crackling, and sparks flying. Visiting the prison outside the iron window, no, everyone waiting for the seat all sighed: "Look, what a naked four-corner love! Originally, Xin Dayi had a crush on Wen Heng, and Wen Heng and Xin Dayi flirted with each other. The beauty was stimulated by flirting with Mary, and felt that the wild flowers were not as fragrant as the flowers at home, and the fat and water did not flow into the fields of outsiders. Two sad people, Xindayi and Mary, drown their sorrows with wine, haggard the world, their hearts are ashamed, they have nothing to love, and they linger on their last days..."

Sitting in prison behind the bars, oh, no, it was another group of people who had already lined up the seats with tears in their eyes: "It's so cruel, I tortured someone to death, the one next door to Mary, that brat with naked buttocks and shooting arrows is definitely a stepmother, too fucking Grandma's stepmother!!!" The first time Ah Heng heard Si Er play the piano was at the personal recital held by his mother for Si Er. She doesn't understand music, but she just thinks it sounds too good. Those hands, flying lightly, arrange and combine on the keys, but they are far more exciting than mathematics.

When the note suddenly broke, everyone applauded, shaking on the eardrums, much like thunder. Sier was wearing a white evening dress, with such a fair and straight neck, he looked elegant and noble.She got up and left the piano, picked up the microphone, and followed the applause with a slight shyness and seriousness.She said: "Thank you my mother, my mother who loves the most and loves the most." Then, Ah Heng sat in the VIP seat in front of him, and watched his mother, who was as noble and beautiful as Er Er, walk onto the stage with red eyes, and hugged the girl in such a warm and caring posture, he was reluctant to let go: "This is mine. Rare treasures, my friends."

Appropriate applause that is just right and will be complete is the tide of applause. She was smiling all the time, but there was some pain in her ears. Yan Xi looked at her strangely and flustered.He was wearing a white and elegant suit, but he rolled up his sleeves irregularly, covered her ears with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, the world was silent. She looked at Yanxi's mouth opening and closing with a smile, carefully putting together too impatient sentences: "Good... good... good... we... Ah Heng... if... learn the piano... you must... play it Gotta be...better..."

Oh, is that so? ... Ah Heng sniffed and laughed, "Yanxi, let go, you hurt my ears so much, it hurts so much." Yan Xi let go of her hands, knelt on the seat with her legs unruly, facing her, her big eyes wanting to smile into cracks: "Really, Ah Heng, you have to trust me." Ah Heng, you trust me.If you also learned piano at such a young age, baby, you must be a rare treasure that is more precious than a rare treasure. Siwan turned her eyes from the stage to the audience, with gentle concern: "What are you talking about, Le Cheng looks like this." Yan Xi pouted: "Secret."

Siwan was more gentle and concerned: "Can't I say that too?" Yan Xi didn't care, just said: "You elm head, you say it's a secret." Siwan smiled wryly: "Since when did your secrets to others become secrets to me?" Taking advantage of the touching speech on the stage and the warm applause from the audience, Yan Xi smiled: "What did you say? It's too noisy, I didn't hear it." All the people in the industry seriously commented on Si Er's performance level to the level of extraterrestrial hype. Aheng said to Yanxi seriously: "Yanxi, I think I am very interested in music."

Yan Xi also said seriously: "Daughter, this is a very elegant hobby that is easy to doze off." However, life is so boring that we can just have some fun. He dragged out a piano that had been abandoned for many years from the attic full of childhood toys, and then had some free time to familiarize himself with the moss-covered staves, and asked Ah Heng to choose the generals and play whichever he chose. . He said: "Heng Heng, why do I feel like I am like some people in some shops." Aheng looked at Yanxi's thin skin and tender flesh, his face was like snow, and asked cautiously, "Nightclub cowboy?"

Yan Xi vomited blood: "It's obviously a hotel pianist. Heaven and earth, what's wrong with my tutor..." Ah Heng was expressionless: "There are problems everywhere." Yan Xi was angrily: "I'm quitting, let's go, my grandpa is treating me today, let's go and listen to the see-saw song!" Then, wearing ordinary T-shirts, ordinary jeans, and ordinary clothes, they walked to the most famous opera house in the country.These days, the Opera House happens to invite a well-known troupe from the United States to perform, a total of 33 performances, with no more than one and no less.

Ah Heng searched for a long time, but couldn't find the ticket office. Yan Xi made a phone call, and after a while, someone came, in a suit and leather shoes, nodding and bowing, and delivered the ticket. Ah Heng sighed: "You are too high-ranking, too capitalist." Yan Xi: "Tch, bring out Wen Muxin's name and see if the way that man bends over is more capitalist!" Ah Heng is embarrassed, that's true.Then leaned over to look at the ticket: "What's the name of the opera?" Yan Xi looked sideways and vertically for a long time, and calmly spelled: "MUSES." Ah Heng spelled in the palm of his hand: muses. ...muse?Inspiration muse? The two sat in the front row, feeling a little emotional, look at you, look at you, the muse in capitalist countries is different, even the clothes are so capitalist. Yan Xi blinked her big eyes: "Aheng, except for a higher voice, can you understand what they are singing?" There was a mocking and disdainful snort from the seat beside him, he turned his head, and saw that the neighbor next door was well dressed in suits and leather shoes. Yan Xi hugged the popcorn and said angrily, "Ah, it's great to know English, let's speak a native African language! Damn, racism, huh!" Big eyes stared. The man lost his temper. Ah Heng smiled: "Oh, beauty is a disaster." Yan Xi was confused: "Who are you talking about?" A Heng pretended to be stupid, and pointed at the fair-skinned woman on the stage in a luxurious beige dress who was soaring: "Muse..." Yan Xi whispered to Ah Heng, and asked with a serious face: "Who did she harm?" Ah Heng suppressed a smile: "There are so many people." Saying hope to the stage happened to be the climax of the scene. The impoverished young painter accidentally met the goddess Muse, who spreads the light of inspiration to the world, and fell in love with her at first sight. The handsome young man with blond hair knelt down on one knee: "My noble goddess, why are you born so beautiful and beautiful, taking away all my heart and soul. Your silver hair is the world, and even my almighty Father Zeus, The most dazzling and pure Hua Ze. "There is darkness all around me, only because of your eyes, my goddess, that dim all the light in this world. The proud goddess Athena gave me wisdom, but I abandoned it, thinking of you with every bone and soul Red lips, the sweetest and most delicate flower in the world. "When the morning wind blows and the sun shines on the earth, I open the window, and you landed in the mortal world, with the love of a god and ignorance of the world, cruelly making Venus smile at me, and sending me into the burning hell , for love, eternal life and death!" Muse held up the book in charge of inspiration, with a slight and solemn expression: "Dear Lucifer, you just fell in love with a part of your body - the eternally mysterious and elusive inspiration. Every poet, painter, musician, and historian in the world will pour out their love for me. Therefore, in the name of the gods, now, I give you inspiration." Lucifer was silent. The Muse smiled, with understanding and nobility, and waved the scepter, and the light of inspiration was directed to Lucifer. Thank you. Yanxi was a little disappointed: "Is this the ending?" Ah Heng looked at the clocks hanging on the walls: "There should be another scene." In the last scene, with the curtain drawn, Lucifer is still impoverished.He did not get a sliver of glory and wealth because of the inspiration bestowed by the Muse. He was still walking through the vulgar and dirty alleys, always moving clumsily and slowly, looking around blankly, doing small and heavy odd jobs for a piece of rough bread. All the large chunks of time, previously reserved for painting, are now used for silent daze, and then, in exchange for the endless ridicule and disdain of the Muse in the temple. When she stepped into the world again to inspire another poet, that man, Lucifer, was gone forever. The noble goddess looked at the epitaph, and her eternally proud and beautiful face that would never grow old suddenly became old and grief-stricken. It read: Ludicrous Crazy, Eye-gouging Painter - Lucifer. He doesn't want the inspiration she gave, he would rather not see his own inspiration.Abandoning the man who belonged to the painter, just pure Lucifer, only for the beautiful and pure figure at the first dawn of the morning, at a loss, smiling innocently at Lucifer who fell in love. A permanent curtain call. "This man is so stupid." Ah Heng shook his head. "This goddess is too bad." Yan Xi sighed. The two looked at each other and smiled. She always looked at problems from a woman's point of view, and he unconsciously brought him into a man's thinking. Suddenly very melancholy, why do we watch such sad things? Momo, life is so beautiful, there are short ribs, "Detective Conan", a broken piano, and a radio. Our complete life lies in this, not the depression that is stuck in our throats on the stage, isn't it? "How long has it been since you had a good cry?" Ah Heng remembered the sensationalism of his confidant sister on the radio. This sentence applies everywhere, well, I think we watch this scene of joys and sorrows just to find a reason to cry. Yan Xi was taken aback: "I cried just the day before yesterday, you forgot, that time when I pressed my foot while lifting the piano." Ah Heng laughed, ha ha.I have never seen such a stupid person who can lift a piano and be crushed by the piano.It's fine if you hold it down, but you still dare to drop Jindoudou. It took half an hour on the first day, and even Xin Dayi, who lived at the other end of the compound, called: "What's the matter? Beaten by braised pork rice? Tch, such a stupid and crying dog, just throw it away! Later, my brother will give you a pure ha, crying is definitely better than this wolf-like son of a bitch!" Yan Xi wiped her tears and sharpened her kitchen knife, I will kill you! Ah Heng hugged Xiao Hui and laughed, but unfortunately he didn't know that he was also the protagonist of this scene, and looked at the stewed pork rice hovering on his forehead foolishly.The braised pork rice is smooth, the little black eyes are rolling, disdainful: Stupid dog, look at the hair, scolding you! It was evening after leaving the theater, and the two of them walked on the streets in early autumn, feeling a little chilly. The popcorn was not finished, and it was cold in my hand, and it was sticky. Yan Xi thought of something, reached into his pocket for a while, and stretched out his hand, in the palm of which was a white transparent marble. "Xiao Xia asked me to give it to you. The child said that he won it after fighting for a long time at school." Ah Heng squeezed the marble: "Why don't you give it to me yourself?" Yan Xi put her hands to the back of her head: "I'm not afraid that you will scold him for being playful and not studying hard." Ah Heng folded his hands carefully, and smiled: "When did I ever scold him? These words are really unfair." "Grandpa He's health has not been very good recently." Yan Xi changed the subject, her tone a little stiff. Ah Heng was silent, she also knew about this.When Grandpa He was setting up a stall recently, he always coughed badly. Every time she went to buy vegetables nearby, she greeted her from a long distance away. She could always see the old man with a painful expression, but he held back his cough and greeted her. "It would be great if it wasn't Xiaoxia." Ah Heng's tone was a bit lonely. Yan Xi glanced at her: "What?" "Shrimp is so small. If it were me, I would definitely be able to support that family." She sighed, not without regret. "Excuse me for interrupting Miss Wen, you seem to be only one and a half years older than He Xia." Yan Xi sneered. Ah Heng has a good temper, so he looks at him lightly, where does this anger come from... "Yanxi, what if Grandpa He..." Ah Heng couldn't help but think of the bad. Although Grandpa He is usually in good health, he can't tolerate any mistakes at the age of exhaustion... Yan Xi smiled: "That's what I want to say. Ah Heng, if you add an extra pair of chopsticks to your home in the future, will you find it very hard?" Ah Heng was a little silly, he kept circling Yan Xi's words in his mind, and in the end, there were only two words in his mind - home. Oh, is that place where Yan Xi's house is, and Ah Heng's house?Is it time to ask for her opinion with the attitude of asking a family member? "Yanxi, who am I, who am I..." She asked him in a broken voice, her eyes were red accidentally. This sentence is not funny at all, she can no longer smile lonely like looking at her mother and Er Er, she can only be so nervous that she has nowhere to rest her hands and feet. Yan Xi sighed, stretched out her hands, and hugged her tightly. "Who are you? Let me think about it, Yun Heng who can't go back to the past, Wen Heng who can't go to the future, and Ah Heng who only has Yan Xi left by his side, I don't know when he will go crazy and abandon all Yan Xi's relatives , which one do you want to choose?" Ah Heng, when I stopped calling you Wen Heng a long time ago and only called you Ah Heng, which one would you choose? Ah Heng, when I deliberately called your daughter and kept talking about us, Ah Heng, which one would you choose? I often compare, which one is more beautiful?Which one made you feel like you were no longer the grown-up who could take it all?Which one makes you feel like a kid who can cheat?Which one can make my Ah Heng happier? I often feel that I am narrow-minded, too cynical, and that the world treats me too unfairly.However, you suppressed my hatred all the time, so hard.I was thinking, besides repaying the family affection you lack the most, what better way...