Chapter 14 Chongqing Personality Baisha Wharf 14

Only after Brother Eight was released from prison did he know the truth.What got him out was the real estate company that sent him in.He and the brothers at Baisha Wharf jokingly called it the Imperial Envoy Real Estate Company.But now it's called a group.But it's actually falling apart. Three days after he was released from prison, the two bosses of the group came to his place.Then he was invited into the tea house, and then into the restaurant.Slowly everything became clear. The group still wants to ask him to be the general manager.It turned out that the imperial envoy had already left the group.What they said was we didn't keep him in the group anymore.

Thinking back now, the company was developing while the eighth brother was in charge.Although not expanding rapidly, it is developing.The group is in disarray now.If it continues to be chaotic, it will collapse. The syndicate did the job without asking him, and got him out of jail.Now let him come back. Words of apology, meaningless as they were, were said a lot, over and over again. Brother Eight was very angry.These people are always interfering with my life.Send me in when I don't want to be in jail and get me out when I don't want to come out. But he didn't have a seizure.One is that it was not related to these two people at the beginning, and the other is that the eighth brother has matured.

He's going to take advantage of this group.If you owe me, pay me back double.he thinks. He said to give me ten days, let me understand the situation, and then think about it.If I go, it is equal to zero, why should I?He spread his hands and said. Understandable, understandable.The two said. At the end of the song, the eighth senior brother watched the two drive away and couldn't help laughing.He said to the sky, God, I'm going to use their money to get my concubines out. The eighth senior brother made the beauty mole and other three "Le You" - Le You and the inmates sound similar - released on medical parole.

The first thing to do is the beauty mole.In fact, he never came back to conduct a folk band after he got out of prison.The beauty spot he came to see in prison. In fact, he wanted to create the Jade Eye first.He wants to compete with her ex-boyfriend.But he thought it would irritate the beauty spot—she always thought she was number one.She should be number one in every way. The beauty spot said, are you serious?I thought you were talking about it? It's just talking. Brother Eight asked, do you want to miss me in the past two months? The beauty spot said that I miss the band's activities and I don't miss you.

upright.Brother Eight said. Don't be angry, I apologize for the beauty mark, people like us, how can we seriously miss anyone.At most, I have to dream about it sometimes. Brother Eight couldn't laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to discuss the details of the procedure with her. When running Jade Eye, she suddenly asked a question: Why did you run us out?Be your concubine? He was a little embarrassed.But he told her seriously: After going out, we are just friends.Because, once I return to society, I won’t feel that way when I see you again. He is telling the truth.After the beauty mark went out, that fashionable dress could not arouse the original "impulse in prison" at all.He's weird, but can't.

We can't go clubbing in this suit, can we?She squinted at him. This body can only work well here, and it won't work anywhere else.He said. You know it.She said, then you come back. To be honest, you have to be qualified to come back!He spread his hands, can you do it? up to you.She looked indifferent.He could see that it really didn't matter. He was in awe again.Good job, he said, I convinced you, I will do it for you.After you go out, I'll buy you a good flute, American one. Sometimes we can have peace.I will write a duet for flute and violin. This may have moved her.She said you haven't heard me play the flute yet!The bamboo flute cannot represent my level.

He said I fully believe that I will achieve this day as soon as possible. If that guy knows I'm out, he'll kill you. He is so good?He acted scared. He's the one who can do it, you think, he can bring me in. Is that considered a ball?Don't mess with him?Let me tell you, when you complete the formalities, I will be the first to notify him in person. She was expressionless.But he could feel her joy.It is every woman's life longing for a man to fight for a woman. Not long after, he came to visit the prison again.This time it was the ex-boyfriend.He told him that she had already been dealt with.Don't be surprised if you don't see her among them when you hold a conference.

The guy was silent for a while.Then he said, I can't go out for a while, but I have someone outside. Needless to say.He said. Why do you insist on making an enemy? Because so far, I haven't had an enemy.I want to try this feeling. Then you try.The other side is also very concise.I went to the workshop.He got up to go. Let me tell you again, I will often go to Guanyintai Square to play the piano, at night, alone.Of course, it is impossible to go every day, but it will definitely go often.Do you hear me clearly?That's the easiest place to find me. The night is dark.There are still many people on the pedestrian square.But the hustle and bustle of the day was gone.The sound of Brother Eight's violin wafted across the fields and in the sky clearly.

He has fallen in love with this playing - he calls it playing. The boss of this state-owned real estate group, whenever possible, would come to perform along the street. In the beginning, it was to honor that challenge.A challenge to the jade-eyed ex-boyfriend.I often play the piano in public at the Guanyintai Square. Whatever you want, you can listen to it. In the end he liked it all himself.The prosperity of the city, the tall buildings and lights, and the silent traffic flow are no longer like pedestrians in a hurry during the day, and the intimacy of men and women in the half-light ------

The guy playing the sheng hasn't moved yet.But Yushiyan himself would sometimes come to the square to meet him. Like the beauty mark, the jade eye without the prison uniform can't arouse his feeling.But he still thinks she's good-looking and cute. At first she wanted to dissuade him, why bother, fighting against something that is not human. He can't say how to fight, but I said I want to come here, and I will come here.As he spoke, he casually pulled the jumping bow of the arpeggio. She said that he really has a group of bad people outside, and I used to be one.She was talking while eating jelly.

He said that if he wanted to start, he would find you if you didn't come here. She said you are in the light and they are in the dark. He said that the big deal is that people will fall to the ground, and I like to live a life with something. She said you should bring two guns, I can get a sporting pistol, I am not the only child, it is multi-shot. He said I didn't want to carry a gun because it was uncomfortable to carry. She said it was strange that you were unarmed— Before she finished speaking, she felt her brows being clicked.It doesn't hurt.When I touched it, there was a piece of jelly on one side. She was a little baffled, and a little half-understood.She didn't bother to persuade him afterwards. He really bought her an American flute, saying that whenever you are happy, come here and we will play a few pieces together. She was very happy at first, and came to have sex once.But later she candidly admitted that she was far less interested in prison. He said kindly that whatever you want, there is no need for a person to be a slave to a musical instrument, but to respect his own mood. He gave each of the three a house and furnished it for them.Sometimes everyone wants to get together and remember the days in prison together. He also took the three of them to see the "place where they grew up"; Brother Qi was also with him. I wandered around Baisha Town without meeting a single acquaintance.Although I had already thought of it, I was still a little surprised.The aborigines have been relocated, and the houses have been rented out to the current residents—all farmers from other places.Local dialects are floating around. That spot at the pier—that’s all I can say: the spot—has no ships left.Because a huge riverside road separates the wharf from the town.Binjiang Road, which has not yet been opened to traffic, is so wide, like an endless football field. I finally met someone, and after chatting with him, I knew that from the train station at the other end to here, three large riverside parks will be built.It is impossible to swim in the water from the park, Seventh Brother said with a smile. A group of people looked up for a while.Yushiyan said slowly, people like you will never exist again forever and ever.Everyone laughed. He carried the piano case on his back.This is the piano case tailor-made for him by the old carpenter, the stone gambling king in Pianpian Town.This piano case was slung across his back like this, and he was pulling it while walking, making him look like a wandering entertainer.He really enjoyed being watched as a tramp.Almost every time, someone gave him money, which made him both funny and moved. For the first time, the night was deep, and the sound of the piano had a harmonious background accompaniment amidst the deep and slight urban vibration.This made him so absorbed that he didn't notice that the people beside him followed him all the time, and they didn't come to talk to him until the song was over.It was two young men.One of them was fat, with his hair tied up in a ponytail, and a goatee, and said, are you a freelancer, please? Without thinking, he answered yes.The man handed over a 20-yuan bill with both hands, and asked politely and respectfully: This won't insult you, will it? He said no, I needed it very much, so he took the money.The other party said thank you and walked away. He is very warm inside.Although a little uneasy because of a small deception, but still very warm.He thought that these two brothers might be the real freelancers, and they were sympathetic.Then, when we are going well, we have to help you when you are in trouble - if you play the violin on the street late at night, you must have difficulties. In this way, he got a glimpse into the inner rules of freelancers.This kind of money cannot be spent, even begging for food.This money is a souvenir. He clipped the $20 bill in his notebook, noting the date and circumstances. It seems that since then, he has liked the late-night entertainer's walk-this is a phrase he coined: entertainer's walk. Once, he passed a big food stall on a sidewalk.Business is a bit chilly.A little cook who had nothing to do suddenly put a stool beside him and said, teacher, please sit and do it. He sits down and pulls.His original intention was to pull for this little cook.He thanked those who love music, especially the lower classes who worked hard to stay up late and noticed music.He played "Blessings of Love". As a result, a young man among the diners came over, silently handed him 10 yuan, and silently returned to his seat.Next to him sat a girl.The feeling is that the girl felt that some money should be given, and the young man came to carry it out. He thought it was very funny, so he turned sideways and played a song for them.This song was played in the children's band in the district when he was in elementary school, and he was the lead player at that time. As a result, a guy came from the other direction, and he also silently handed him 10 yuan, and then went back to his seat silently—there was also a girl next to him. It feels like this girl thinks that everyone knows how to give money, and we can't pretend to be stupid. There are only two pairs of customers in this big food stall.So it's 100% expressive. He was very moved.He took out 5 yuan and handed it to the little cook who moved the stool.The other party didn't want it, saying that I didn't pull it. He said, without you moving the stool, there would be no mine, and you should have a share. The little cook laughed and accepted the 5 yuan. Another time, he was walking and pulling in the middle of a row of large shopping malls, and a young man followed him slowly.When he got to the escalator, he decided to finish the song before going up the escalator.At this time, the young man said to him, may I order a song.He said of course, what song do you want? The young man said it's up to you, the popular ones are fine.A little Cantonese accent. He took Luo Dayou from Taiwan.After playing two phrases, the young man said thank you, put a 10 yuan bill on the piano, and hurried off the escalator. He understands that when people ask for songs, they just give them a reason.This is respecting him. Generally speaking, most men give money.But once, on the Guanyin Bridge Pedestrian Square, a group of people walked past talking and laughing, and one of the girls suddenly turned back, trotted up to him, and gave him a brand new 10-yuan note.The girl was beautiful, slender, well-dressed, and elegant. - That bill is sharp enough to be used as a knife.He followed the girl's back, and admiration suddenly arose in his heart. Today, at midnight, he came to the pedestrian square again.He no longer wants to pretend to be a wandering entertainer with a piano case on his back.He put the piano case on the flower stand, and sat on the flower stand himself. This time he didn't want to tell others.He wants to pull and pull for himself.He looked up and saw the tall stone sculpture not far away.It was a virtual Avalokitesvara, everything was blurred, but it was clear at a glance that it was Avalokitesvara. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of the Virgin Mary.The Avalokitesvara in the east and the Madonna in the west are both our creations.Calling it this way, calling it that way, are just symbols of our human beings.The magnificence and mystery of creation are in fact beyond what human beings can describe.Self-righteous mortal beings, what do you know--I don't know why he had these thoughts in his mind. He was in awe.He bowed slightly to the stone carving.Then solemnly pulled up the "Ave Maria"."Ave Maria" by Gounod, France.It is said that Gouno originally matched the string rhythm for a piano etude by German Bach, but this string rhythm is revered as "Ave Maria".If this is said to be true, those people deserve respect. He pulled it over and over.The voice of thousands of people praying in unison slowly rose into the night sky. He lowered his bow and bowed his head in silence for a while.Then he pulled the German Schubert's "Ave Maria".Different tunes were also used.He did not accept all of Schubert's works, but this "Ave Maria" made him admire.It is a man alone in dialogue with creation.How many words does a person have to tell God in his heart! Then he turned around and walked towards the flower platform, ready to sit down and have a rest.He thought that there must be many Ave Maria written by Western musicians, but only these two have been handed down. At this time, he saw two women sitting on the flower bed beside his piano case.One old, one young.Both looked at him intently. He didn't pay much attention, sat down, and put the violin and bow on the case. The old woman said suddenly, you pull very well. He said thank you.Still didn't care much. The old woman said, you are the only one who pulls the "Ave Maria". This sentence surprised him.He knew he had met an expert.He turned to look at them.The old woman is not very old, she must be in her sixties.Young women are not very young, maybe in their thirties.He smiled slightly and said that I was also happy. The old woman asked, can we order some tunes?We have to pay. He replied: Please order, you don't need to pay.I'm enjoying the cool for entertainment now, not a commercial performance. The old lady said: I will order a serenade, by Tesai Li. He said yes.It's quite popular.He thought she knew nothing more than that.He just sat like this, inadvertently crossing his legs.It was over in a while.Pulling is still very serious. The young woman put a ten-yuan bill into the piano case. He hurriedly said that he really didn't need to give money.To return the money to others. The old lady said, if you don't charge money, we will be embarrassed to order more. He thought, then accept it first, and return it to them after it is finished.He said ok, I'll take it. "Aria on the G String," said the old woman. He thought, well, it’s not bad, and it’s not just an ordinary fan who can tell this.But I am a little bit worried, that is, this piece has to be pulled to a relatively high position on the thickest G string.He thought of the only weakness of this violin: the b-flat at the ninth position of the G string—the "cold lang".Whenever he wants to press the high position on the string, he will think of this abnormal sound.But "Aria on Strings" can't reach that position yet. He stood up and turned to them.You can't just sit and pull on people who want to pay.He finished "Aria on the G String" meticulously.The young woman put a 50-yuan bill into the piano case and closed the case. After half my life, this is the first time I have encountered such a tune.he thinks. The old woman asked, "Song of the Vagabond" is a bit long, I wonder if the husband can memorize it? These words reminded him of Bian Bian, of Jin Hua, Da Ma, the old carpenter of the stone gambler, and his old friend from Pian Pian Town who gave him sweat medicine, and later brought the violin and poison to Chongqing. The Burmese are still Chinese caravans and their submachine guns ----- Seeing his hesitation, the old woman said that it's fine if she can't remember everything, and she can get another one. He sighed and said, why can't I remember everything?I am just a homeless person!He adjusted his mood, and suddenly put the bow on the strings—it was the G string again!For a moment he thought of the b-flat lang sound in the high register.But this piece can't touch that place either. It's a strange piece, beginning with a cadenza - it doesn't say so in the sheet music, but it's clearly the way it is.Gypsies seem to be very proud of themselves, always wandering for themselves.They pride themselves on being free.Is that right?But when it comes to - let's call it the second part - "Gypsy Elegy", things are different.He remembered playing this piece for Jin Hua on the big banyan tree next to the cemetery by the small river.He told her: The tribe slept on the high ground at night, the night was low, and the sky was full of stars: the middle-aged man who watched the night lit a bonfire, sang his only song, and spent the long night of loneliness——his tears flowed out. The two women found out about this and didn't say a word when they were done.After a while, when he sat down, the old woman said that the pulling was really good!Your basic skills are quite solid.How old were you when you learned to play the piano?When she asked, the young man gently put a hundred-dollar bill into the piano case.He thought how decent and refined he was. I haven't been to elementary school yet.He said. No wonder, children's work!Can you tell me who I learned from? He told her that it was a rightist professor who had been relegated to Chongqing from the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, what was his surname. The old woman said, oh, you have got the true biography of a famous teacher!The professor returned to Shangyin after crushing the Gang of Four, and passed away about ten years ago. He thought the old woman was from the music circle.It's worth pulling something real for her, something big.He said that I would like to give the two of you a big piece, Beethoven's Concerto in D major, do you have time to finish it? Yes, the old woman was very excited and replied loudly, you can pull it. He stood up, re-tuned the strings, took a few deep breaths, and began to play this world famous piece that has been called the king of violin concertos.At the beginning, the band came out, but there was no rhythm, it was the faint beating of the timpani.He plucked it instead—precisely the b flat on the G string.But it's not a normal piano sound, so it just looks like a timpani. The two women sighed slightly at the same time. Hearty.He hasn't had a bosom friend for many years.And this piano, the bigger and harder it is to pull, the more obedient it is.What a pleasure!He yelled inwardly as he pulled. When it was over, the two of them couldn't help applauding.Master, master, said the old woman, but you can't play this piece as well as "Song of the Wanderer". Why?He was a little surprised. You have the experience of wandering, but you don't have the experience of attachment.The old lady said bluntly that there was no technical problem.You can use all the techniques of the violin with ease.But you may have seen a lot, and it doesn't matter a little bit in your mind.This puts a distance from Beethoven.Beethoven did not care until his death. You are right, he said, but it is impossible for me to have Beethoven's mentality. People are different, and the times are completely different.I can only absorb - music from his old man, I have no need to absorb - ideas. You are right!The old woman sighed, so there are a thousand conductors and there are a thousand Beethovens. Music has its own nature and doesn't have to be an instrument of thought, he said.He saw the young woman nodding. Then, Paganini's stuff is more pure music, and the purpose of showing off skills is obvious.What do you think of his work? At least 24 of his caprices are familiar. Then I'd like to order a Capriccio by Paganini. Please order. No. 13 in B flat major. He was secretly surprised, and suddenly felt something was wrong.This old lady seems to be doing something on purpose ----- Paganini's No. 13 Capriccio in B-flat major is the only piece on this world-class piano that is not easy to play. .The lang sound like a cold is just in the position of the tonic, appearing frequently.He said, I want to explain first that the high position of the G string of this piano has a lang sound, which will affect the effect of this piece—— You pull it, I just want to hear that effect.She cut him off. He understood; the owner of the violin has come.In his mind, the conversation on the eve of the fighting forty years ago appeared clearly. (Male: So what's wrong with this violin? Pass me the bow, and I'll look for it. Female: There is a lang sound on the G string, how about this position------? Man: The lang sound should be the problem of the strings, right? Female: I have tried it many times, no matter how I change it, the sound is still there. Man: How did you discover this Langyin?Why is it necessary to pull it so high on the G string? Woman: I discovered it by accident.Rappaganini's Capriccio No. 13 is in this position of the G string. ) But it seems that he is not nervous.He played the piece as best he could. The old woman looked up at him, nodded repeatedly, and said for a long while that you could pull it off like this.Those who don't know that there is a sound of Lang sound may not be able to hear it.Then with this piano in your hands, there will be no difficult tunes to play. He looked at the old woman carefully.Was it your voice that I heard on the eve of that great battle forty years ago?Is it you and your boyfriend talking about, and actually criticizing the jumping bow in Mozart's rondo? He asked, are you familiar with this violin? Yes, the old woman smiled, I know this violin, and because of it, I know you too. More than 20 years ago, the old woman watched the opera "Tayes" at the People's Theater.This opera has a famous interlude - which was later listed as "Contemplation" for violin solo.She knew it was time for the interlude.But once it rang, she was stunned.The sound of the piano she was familiar with fell from the sky unexpectedly. At first she suspected it was a recording.Could there be such a violinist in Chongqing?She left her seat and flung herself desperately to the edge of the orchestra.She saw clearly that a real person was pulling, and a very young person was actually playing—sitting in the chief position. Later she followed the opera performances.So she also saw the farce in Kunming.Saw him stab someone off stage with his double bass bow.He has not appeared in the band since. He asked her: Are you the owner of this violin? The old woman said, you can't say that.Let's just say, I pulled it once.This kind of violin only belongs to the master violin maker who brought it to the world, other people just have no fate with it, no one can be called its master. makes sense.But if you want to take it back, I will give it to you now. This time the old woman was surprised.How can I say it's mine?I don't have any proof that it should be mine. You know its only weakness, its high G-string fret, and that's enough evidence. She laughed and said that this cannot be legally established.Rest assured, you can keep having it.To be honest, I haven't come to bother you all these years, because I feel that this piano is here with you, and there is no hidden gem!Also, you're not trying to change the look of it, say, by repainting it. How can that be?He exclaimed, wouldn't that ruin it? So, it fell into its place, this violin, although it has flaws, it's not bad luck. So why are you here today?Just tell me? No.We have come to say goodbye to it.I am going to leave China and settle in Canada.This is my daughter, she's been there for years, and now she's moving me there. Only then did he come to take a serious look at the young woman, she didn't look like his mother.Her mother's facial features are soft, while her facial features are clear, and she is also tall.Then her father was a tall and handsome man. Could her father have been the one to discuss "Mozart's jumping bow" with her mother?According to the princess, the man participated in the fighting because he was homeless and died in the battle ----- The old woman said I needed to go to the bathroom.The daughter wanted to accompany her, but she didn't want to, so she walked to the corner of the square by herself. He had to come and greet her.He asked what are you doing in Canada? She said making music.Has several jobs: teaching music at a university, working as a music editor for a Toronto TV station, and playing in a band. What musical instrument? It's also a violin. He thought, he still wants to take back this world-class piano!He said, take the piano away in a while, it will be needed!In my case, it's just playing around, making people think it's just a show. She laughed and said that I was just an ordinary player in the band, sitting in the middle of the band, no one could hear my voice.Don't you understand this yet? He laughed too—if you heard it, you made a mistake.But he still said, you can give recitals. I'm not at that level, she said frankly, but it's possible for you—if you want to. But, I have no children, who will inherit this fine piano in the future?He said it half-jokingly and half-seriously. I have kids, she said, but he has no intention of music.A good piano should be handed over to a good player. This is not necessary, the least necessary-hereditary.And, let me tell you, it's not true that this violin belongs to my family. This violin may have been "into a separate volume" by Stradivari because of its insignificant flaws, and it is not all in the field of vision of the upper class of music like his other works. During the Anti-Japanese War, an American diplomat brought this violin to Chongqing, the accompanying capital.Later, when he returned to the United States, he handed over the qin to a Chinese official for safekeeping.But the American diplomat never returned.Many years later, I vaguely heard that he was killed.He is engaged in a very special job, using a pseudonym.And the Chinese official didn't take a violin seriously.After several rounds of inquiring, there was no result, so this piano was just left there for nothing, and anyone who wanted to play it could play it. This Chinese official is the father of the old woman. I see. And it wasn't until the time of the Cultural Revolution that my mother met a friend who studied the history of Italian music, and then she got to know Stradivari, a master violin maker who was born as a scholar.A friend came to see this violin and said that judging from the signature, it should be made by Shi Shi, but why there is no record and cannot be explained, so it is neither real nor fake.said the young woman. My mother's first husband also loved music and was familiar with the violin.His explanation is: because the indelible Lang sound on the G string formed a flaw, it was lightly dismissed by the master. That first husband was my biological father.She said, I am a posthumous child.Actually they were not married.This was quite a serious matter at the time.But the mother loved her fiance very much and resolutely gave birth to the child. He looked at the posthumous child speechlessly.At that time, because of my false report on the military situation, there was that large-scale fighting, and only then did his father escape, participate in the fighting, and die.And the reason why I lied about the military situation was because I heard the sound of this piano. The mother later married another.Now the later husband passed away.So she's going to pick her up and go to Canada. He asked, did your mother like astronomy?He thought of the constellations the princess had shown him—the ones a fellow sufferer, the engineer, had taught her. She simply learned this.she says. So, has she ever been to prison? Yes.She is in the same cell as your girlfriend.She can hear you singing in Chashan and playing that embattled Qin at night.She said to your girlfriend that this man loves you so much that it reminds her of her first love. He lowered his head.After a while, I asked your mother if there was any fault. It is said that it is an economic problem? Yes, she embezzled.She used the embezzled money to settle me abroad.She couldn't get back the stolen money, so the sentence was heavy.She said she consoled my father in this way. He nodded.He thought the old woman had fought the country—she had robbed the country, and she was punished.She is sorry for the country and the people, but she is worthy of her lover. This woman who studies astronomy!She deals with celestial bodies, and nothing in the world can restrain her. After the old woman came back, the mother and daughter said goodbye together.They made a gesture and fixed him where he was going to send him off. Just walked away.He thought, they came to bid farewell to the motherland, to bid farewell to lovers and father------ He put the piano into the piano case, and found that besides the few bills given by "ordering the music", there was also a bundle of bills in the piano case. He gets it.The old woman found out that he was in prison.She thought he was in a difficult situation now, playing the violin -- he wanted to catch up and explain, and pay back all the money --- but then she thought about it, let others do what they wanted to do.