Chapter 13 Chapter Three (3)

Zhong Yuemin sighed and said: "You guys are too uneducated, and you can't accept a little bit of elegance. It seems that I have to lower myself to the standard of the literacy class. That's what the Count of Monte Cristo said, grandson, are you Isn’t it boring and crooked? Who is it to challenge? If you don’t accept it, let’s find a place to practice alone. You can choose whoever you want, whether it’s a kitchen knife or a prick. The buddies will accompany you to the end. Whoever dares to go is the grandson..." The audience burst out laughing.Zhong Yuemin turned his back on it and stopped talking.

Yuan Jun couldn't wait to say: "Go on, have Monte Cristo and Albert practiced alone? Who cleaned up who?" Zhong Yuemin rubbed his stomach: "No, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in the morning. I really can't bear it." Yuan Jun took out five yuan and patted it on the coffee table: "Zheng Tong, go buy a few catties of steamed stuffed buns, Yue Min, you can continue talking." Zheng Tong didn't move: "Who are you sending? Don't go. Yuan Jun was in a hurry: "Then do you want to eat?" "If I don't eat, I'm really not hungry. I get annoyed when I see food."

Yuan Jun said angrily, "Then don't listen to me, go out and find a cool place to stay." "You think I'm willing to listen? I'm fucking bored. I won't be able to sit here and rest for a while. Yuemin, don't talk about it. I'm about to fall asleep. I'm so bored." Zheng Tong was obviously angry on purpose. Yuan Jun. Zhong Yuemin said: "Okay, I'm tired of telling people. I'm fucking sick? Don't tell, definitely don't tell, and I'm a grandson." Yuan Jun rushed to Zhong Yuemin angrily: "It's so fucking boring, a broken book, what about it?"

"Broken book? Can you find me a copy? Your father still owns the head of the government. I'm afraid there are no more than ten copies of your family's printed matter, and you have to count Chairman Mao's Quotations and "Selected Works of Mao Zedong"." Four books, plus the household registration book and non-staple food book, how many books are left in your family after removing these?" Yuan Jun said unconvinced: "You are too hard on my buddies. Our family has no books. What era is it now? The more knowledge, the more reactionary, and the less cultured, the more revolutionary. Zheng Tong's father is still a university graduate, and the movement For one thing, the first one to fight is his father."

Zheng Tong didn't like listening to it anymore, he couldn't forget to ridicule Yuan Jun and his rough father at any time, and immediately replied: "I remembered, Yuan Jun's father is very boring. When my father is fighting, his father dances happily. Shy belly put on the posture of a veteran cadre on the stage, humming and haha ​​whenever he spoke, telling my dad to only be honest and not talk nonsense. The old cadres from Yan'an are of a high level, and before they even said a word, they showed their posture. Within two days, I passed by the gate of the agency and saw the rebels escorting a team of ghosts and snakes to work. The broom is still singing "Song of the Ox, Ghosts, Snakes and Gods". The voice of the lead singer is very loud. I am a ghost and a snake. Look again, fuck it, it's Yuan Jun's father."

Zhong Yuemin and others laughed, and Yuan Jun turned his face: "Zheng Tong, who are you running on? Let's practice one-on-one." Zheng Tong did not show weakness: "Who are you bluffing? You may not be an opponent in single training, let's try..." Yuan Jun rushed into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife. Zheng Tong picked up a chair and tried to smash Yuan Jun. His companions rushed up and hugged the two of them. Yuan Jun struggled: "Don't worry about any of you, who cares about me and whoever is anxious." There was chaos in the living room. Zhong Yuemin yelled: "Brothers, I want to go out and practice alone, this is our fucking house..."

When Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun knocked on the door of Zhong Yuemin's house, the living room was in chaos. Yuan Jun held up a kitchen knife and wanted to chop Zheng Tong, but no one would listen to his advice. Zheng Tong also held up a chair and would not let go, ready to defend himself at any time. Zhong Yuemin's persuasion was ineffective. , also flew into a rage, so he rushed into the kitchen and took out a rolling pin, claiming to beat these two crazy guys out. This is Zhou Xiaobai's first visit to Zhong Yuemin's house.It was the first time she dealt with a boy, and she felt a little panic in her heart. On the ice rink that day, she wanted to stop Zhong Yuemin from fighting, so she dropped a sentence, if you have to go, leave me alone.I thought Zhong Yuemin would give in, but Zhong Yuemin ignored him, turned around and left.On the other hand, Zhou Xiaobai was stunned for a long time. She wondered how this guy dared to ignore his words?She was so angry that she decided that she would never talk to him again.Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuemin came back after a while, and he said to Zhou Xiaobai as if nothing happened: "When will you give me that book?"

Zhou Xiaobai replied involuntarily: "Tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she became even angrier, and secretly scolded herself for being worthless.After returning home, Zhou Xiaobai was still wondering, what kind of magic did that bastard Zhong Yuemin use?Make her look like a demon? Zhong Yuemin was really scheming, Zhou Xiaobai lent him the book, it was his trick, and he couldn’t even ignore him, yesterday Zhou Xiaobai called Zhong Yuemin to ask him to return the book, Zhong Yuemin actually ordered her to pick it up, as if It was Zhou Xiaobai begging him, she was so angry that she almost dropped the phone, she thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, that bastard Zhong Yuemin seemed to have changed the nature of the matter carelessly, obviously he was begging someone else, and in the end It turned out that others rushed to find him.

The arrival of Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun eased the atmosphere in the living room, and the duel parties who were about to use knives to kill themselves just now disappeared. Temperament, fortunately, Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong often have such conflicts, they are used to it, and within five minutes they changed from enemies to buddies again. Zhong Yuemin found some records, picked out an LP of Tchaikovsky's piano piece "June Boat Song" and put it on the record player. After Yuan Jun became rich, he bought a case of red wine and kept it in Zhong Yuemin's house. , So they were also found out to open the bottles and poured them into goblets one after another. Zhong Yuemin handed the glasses to the two girls courteously.Zhou Xiaobai took the goblet and glared at Zhong Yuemin, the resentment in his heart was slowly melting away.She suddenly felt that this guy was not annoying.Unexpectedly, as soon as he lost his temper, Zhong Yuemin said another inappropriate sentence: "John Strauss has a waltz called "Music, Wine and Women". We have all of them today."

Zhou Xiaobai turned her face again when she heard this, and she put the wine glass away: "Zhong Yuemin, you can't say anything good from your mouth, what do you think of us?" Zhong Yuemin knew that he had made a slip of the tongue: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I slipped my tongue, I owe it, it's been a long time." Yuan Jun said, "Xiaobai, whip this grandson." Luo Yun said with a smile: "I found that Zhong Yuemin's mouth is quite slack, and it's really not too much to beat him up." The melody of "June Boat Song" came out from the speaker and diffused softly in the air. Zhou Xiaobai was soon immersed in the beautiful music.

She hadn't heard such beautiful music for a long time.Her mother is a lover of classical music, and the family also has a collection of many records, all of which are high-quality goods. Zhou Xiaobai remembers that there are four different versions of the music of "Swan Lake" alone, and Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony" There is a fine version performed by the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Karajan, and a version performed by the Moscow State Symphony Orchestra conducted by Khachaturian.When she was a child, her mother used to play all kinds of classical music to her. She will never forget a sentence from her mother: music and poetry flow naturally from the depths of a noble heart.At that time, Zhou Xiaobai's homework was very tight, and she had little time to appreciate music carefully, and she did not understand the era background of those music masters, but she could feel the beauty of classical music. Whenever her mother played Chopin's nocturnes, she could feel Feel a warm tranquility, like being in the warm ocean.Her mother told her: This is a poem composed of musical notes. To appreciate Chopin's music, one must have the feelings of a poet.Lieutenant General Zhou Xiaobai's father didn't like the music very much, he dismissed it as melody, and he had long been displeased with these records. In 1966, when the "Four Olds" started, the old man ordered the guards to smash all the records, and there was not even one left. Xiaobai's mother cried bitterly after returning home. Due to the situation at the time, her mother also I didn't dare to quarrel with my father.Because the whole society has fallen into a red terror, not to mention smashing a few records, even the dead in the crematorium can't be burned.Mother was silent.Since then, Zhou Xiaobai has never listened to classical music again. Zhong Yuemin saw that Zhou Xiaobai's eyes were blurred and his expression was gloomy, as if he hadn't woken up from the music, so he asked him, "Xiaobai, why are you in a daze?" Zhou Xiaobai seemed to be awakened suddenly: "Oh, this music is so beautiful, I can't get out once I go in, really, I haven't heard such beautiful music for a long time." "Do you like classical music?" "I like it. My family used to have a lot of records, but it's a pity that my dad smashed them all when they were broken." "Your dad is so fucking sick." Zhou Xiaobai got angry: "Your father is sick. I warn you, don't use dirty words when talking to me." Zhong Yuemin quickly apologized: "Yes, yes, my dad is sick, okay? How can I just turn it over? It's so boring." Zhou Xiaobai was still angry: "You people, why are your mouths so filthy? You just swear when you open your mouth, and you like to make fun of other people's parents. No wonder people say you are hooligans. I don't think you have been wronged at all." Zheng Tong obviously didn't like to hear it anymore: "Xiaobai, what you mean seems to have brought us all along? It's the grandson of Zhong Yuemin..." "Look, the swearing is coming again? Have I wronged you?" "Oh, this is also called swearing? You are here today, we are already very civilized, especially Zhong Yuemin, who speaks very elegantly, he is not usually like this." Zhong Yuemin patted Zheng Tong on the head: "Are you looking for smoke again, aren't you?" Zheng Tong adjusted his glasses: "Listen, are you showing off? When he saw a female classmate, he pretended to love art. In fact, a gangster is a gangster. Don't pretend to be a grandson. Yuan Jun and I are good at this. If you don’t understand, you don’t understand, and you never pretend to be a grandson.” Zhou Xiaobai snorted disdainfully: "To put it this way, you are quite frank. First of all, you admit that you are hooligans, and you also admit that you don't understand art. That's not bad. It's better than some people who don't understand and pretend to understand." Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhou Xiaobai: "I seem to hear some insinuations." Zhou Xiaobai smiled and said, "I'm not talking about you, what are you thinking?" Zhong Yuemin made a painful gesture: "It seems that I need to clarify that Zheng Tong admits that he is a hooligan. It is obviously a kind of slander. In fact, I am a person who loves life and art. I am eager to meet a bosom friend, a person who loves art as much as I do. Unfortunately, bosom friend is hard to find. They are villains like Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun, you don't know how much pain I feel in my heart..." Yuan Jun quit: "Yuemin, this is your fault. I can see it. Don't you just want to find a bosom friend? It's better to be a woman. We understand this, but you can't do it just to find a bosom friend. Let's put our backs on the back, this is called emphasizing sex over friends." Zheng Tong said generously: "It's okay, Yuan Jun, we will be wronged a little, as long as Yuemin can find a bosom friend, he will call us bastards, and we will admit it, this is called bearing humiliation, who made him our buddy Where is the son?" Zhou Xiaobai smiled and said, "Don't you love art? Don't make things too difficult for you, just tell me about your feelings when listening to this piece of music." She wanted to test Zhong Yuemin to see if he really liked music, or Deliberately posturing. Zhong Yuemin declined: "Do you really want to ask me to be a teacher? Forget it? Being a good teacher is not a good quality. A decent person should be humble." "Yeah, we made it difficult for him enough. This record may have been thrown on the street when the old house was raided, and Zhong Yuemin picked it up. Tchaikovsky's music is indeed deeper for him. , Yuemin, don't be nervous, we are teasing you." Zhou Xiaobai used the aggressive method. Having said that, Zhong Yuemin had to accept the offer: "Since Zhou Xiaobai insists on not allowing me to be humble, I have to teach you a lesson, Zheng Tong, play the record again." The melody of "Boat Song" sounded again, Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and adjusted the range of his voice to the low middle range: "Gentlemen and ladies, the main patron of La Scala Opera House in Italy, the conductor Karajan Mr. Zhong Yuemin, a famous music critic, traveled thousands of miles from Milan, Italy, to China to serve as a temporary professor of music literacy classes. Mr. Zhong Yuemin is an old friend of the Chinese people, as early as the 1930s..." Yuan Jun became impatient: "Why are you so poor? What the hell is Italy? You escaped from Africa when you died..." Zhou Xiaobai smiled and said, "Yuan Jun, don't make trouble, let him talk." Zhong Yuemin was not affected at all, and his emotions had already entered into an atmosphere: "...good music will form pictures in people's minds, and the pictures I see are like this, first of all, the background of Russian scenery,...the vast The grasslands, the beautiful scenery of Waigaojiasuo, the turbulent Volga River, the domed Orthodox church, I seem to hear familiar Russian folk songs in my ears... This song is melancholy and deep, making your heart sour, you can't help I'm going to cry..." Zhou Xiaobai was stunned. She didn't expect Zhong Yuemin's language to be so contagious. In just a few words, he actually outlined the deep and vast background of Russia. This person should not be underestimated. The sound of the music echoed, and Zhong Yuemin's poetic language infected almost everyone, and everyone seemed to have entered the picture and artistic conception depicted by his language. Zhou Xiaobai supported his chin with his hand, and looked at Zhong Yuemin quietly. Her eyes were very bright, as clear as water. "...a secluded lake with a dense birch forest on the shore. The birch forest in late autumn is colorful, the autumn wind blows gently, and the birch forest rustles... Our boat paddled quietly, the oars were soft, and the water ripples Ripples, the nightingale in the forest is singing... At this time, there is no sadness or joy in your heart, only a faint melancholy... Your eye sockets are full of tears, but they are not It will roll down, the tears will be gradually absorbed by the eyeballs, and will dry up by itself...In such an atmosphere, your heart can only be touched, only tender, and there is also a kind of...deep nostalgia. The boat gradually goes away, and the sound of oars Disappeared, the ripples disappeared on the surface of the water, took away the touch, took away the tenderness... what is left? Only the faint, vague melancholy lingers in my heart for a long time..." Everyone was dumbfounded, and Zhou Xiaobai's eyes overflowed with tears. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuemin had such a deep understanding of music.She quietly wiped away her tears and stared at Zhong Yuemin with a soft luster in her eyes. Yuan Jun applauded: "That's right, that's good, why don't you talk? I'm applauding Yuemin. I didn't expect that after so many years together, I didn't know that he has developed an artistic cell, and he can hear so many things in one piece of music." Come on." Zheng Tong echoed: "I seem to understand something, Yuemin's eloquence is good, very vivid, Luo Yun, what do you think?" Luo Yun nodded: "It's really touching, it's so beautiful, Yuemin, you really impress me, I thought you would fight, but I didn't expect you to be so romantic? It's really rare, Xiaobai, why don't you comment comment?" Zhou Xiaobai forced a smile: "Romantic? It's very romantic. I still remember the first time I saw Zhong Yuemin. His face was covered in blood from the fight. It scared me to death. When I was listening to the music just now, I couldn't put it down. When blood and romance are united in one person, something feels wrong." Zhong Yuemin meditated: "Blood? Romance? It's very interesting, it's called blood romance." Zhou Xiaobai took a deep look at Zhong Yuemin: "Bloody romance? Well said, very similar to the era we live in, Yuemin, I didn't expect you to have the temperament of a poet." Yuan Jun opened his mouth exaggeratedly: "Poet? I said Zhou Xiaobai, don't praise him, it will be a bit disgusting if you praise him any more. Don't you think he is too flattering? Is he a poet? Is there a poet who goes out with a kitchen knife every day in the world? " Zhong Yuemin raised his hand: "Fuck you, what are you looking for?" "Listen, have you finally shown your hideous face? Is this a poet?" Yuan Jun sighed. Zhou Xiaobai said angrily: "Yuemin, why are you swearing again? It's not exaggerated at all." "Call him? I'm going to whip him again, this grandson doesn't want to..." Zhong Yuemin rushed to Yuan Jun, and the two rolled into a ball laughing and cursing. Zhang Haiyang brought a message to Zhong Yuemin, saying that he had something important to discuss, and the two made an appointment to meet in front of the military museum.