Chapter 21 twenty one

Dai Qi's beautiful phrase has a new development.This made him ecstatic.He got into the piano room and wrote down sheet by sheet.The more I write, the more I think, and the more I write, the more I feel that I have been cast in it.Lily sat beside him and watched him, only to see that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his fingers kept tapping on the table.His hair hung down on his forehead, and he looked haggard. He was even less talkative, and even drove Lily out of the piano room, saying that he would let her listen to it when he finished writing.So Lily didn't know what he was writing at all, and only saw a sick light in his eyes when he went in and out of the piano room every day.

Dai Qi's Piano Concerto was conducted by Nie Feng.During the first rehearsal, the pianist was baffled by the temporary ups and downs and the atonal theme on the score, and couldn't find the feeling at all.The band was even more resentful.As soon as the audition was over, the band started stomping, moaning, chirping and complaining. "Quiet, quiet!" Nie Feng said to the orchestra, "This is a beautiful piece of music. It's for smart people. I think you should know how to do it." He tapped the music stand with his baton, "Okay, Start over." He waved his hand.

The string orchestra leads quietly and long to the piano theme.This theme is like poetry rather than song, atonal but emotional.It is played with a very weak and soft dynamic.Lily was deeply moved after listening to a passage in the string orchestra.At this time, the harp suddenly played a few notes lamely.As soon as Nie Feng gestured, the whole band stopped. "The harp should be like flowing water, it should be like flowing water." Nie Feng said, "Okay, let's start." Nie Feng waved his hand.The harp was poured down like water.Accompanied by a dreamlike string orchestra, the piano is suddenly clear and melodious, and a string of smooth atonal melodies stretches in people's ears.Lily wiped the tears from her face onto her arms while playing the piano.The band is more and more immersed in a kind of enthusiasm that is as beautiful and elegant as Chopin but with a typical modern temperament.

When Dai Qi's work was officially performed in the Academy, some people were moved forward and backward, and some were puzzled.But he refused the announcer's request to explain the work in words before the performance.He also didn't say a word after the show.So the students of the theory department had no choice but to ask Nie Feng for advice on the conductor's inspiration that "the harp should be like flowing water". "A harp is a harp. How can it be flowing water? A harp is a harp." Nie Feng waved his hand. Meng Ye was not exiled according to his wife's wishes.The school treated him leniently and advised him to drop out of school.He hastily packed his luggage and went to say goodbye to Sensen's piano room, but the door was not opened, maybe Sensen was creating a new sound inside.Meng Ye stopped knocking on the door, and when he passed by the "mudao" piano room, he hesitated for a moment, then walked straight over.As soon as he came downstairs to the playground, he started to walk backwards, trying to keep the whole campus away from him.Some people say that this school is like an old factory.The new auditorium is under construction, with bricks, tiles and wood piled everywhere, and a modern teaching building has just started. The bulldozers have pushed the old bungalows into ruins, and the roar and knocking of the machines interfere with the music all day long.He has been here for four and a half years, and he will officially graduate in half a year.Now he has to leave here as a dropout student.When I first entered school, the school gate didn't open in this direction, but in the opposite direction.He came to the porter's room, where the old man sitting at the door.

"I'm leaving." Meng Ye threw his backpack on the chair and sat by the fire. "Where is it?" the old man asked enthusiastically. "go back." "Are you going back?" The old man took a sip of his tea. Meng Ye didn't speak, and picked up the newspaper of the day. "Are you graduating now?" The old man took another sip of tea. Meng Ye smiled at him. "Look, don't you hurry up, you have already graduated in a blink of an eye." "No more knocking on your door at night." "No, it's time to open the door for them." The old man pointed to the two students who had just left.They are very young, they have just entered school, and they walk as if they are going to jump high.

Meng Ye seemed to see himself a few years ago. On the day he received the admission notice, he stood upside down on the ground five times with his face flushed, and then followed the bus for two stops before stopping for no reason.How many lucky people were there that day?Another unlucky ghost like him today?Maybe this is the end?Maybe there's no ending?He remembered that he climbed Mount Emei and saw a layer of dark blue clouds under the Buddha's light during his vacation. Since then, he has never lost confidence in himself.He was born destined to create music. If you add up the good and bad, the good and the bad in his life, and subtract it, there will be only music left.There is no place without music.He picked up his backpack and walked out of the reception room.The old janitor looked at the alarm clock, reached out and pressed the bell.All of a sudden, bells were ringing in every corner of the school.