you are different from the picture

For art students, Sundays are probably busier than weekdays.

In the morning, the department arranged to listen to lectures. After the lectures, the orchestra rehearsed, and there was a small concert to watch in the afternoon.

Gu Yile, who loves to sleep late, was in a daze from early morning until noon, and only took out his phone when he was eating, and Liang sent [Hi, have you eaten? ] has been left out for more than three hours.

Gu Yile suddenly became energetic.

He is not the kind of person who can lie down wherever he falls. He has a high fighting spirit, thinking that he just offended someone yesterday, so he must behave well today no matter what.

Today should be happy: [I'm sorry I was busy in the morning and didn't look at my phone[/poor]]

Liang: [Yes. 】

Gu Yile calculated the time with his fingers, and it was past four o'clock in the morning over there, so he couldn't help but ask: [Did you not sleep or woke up early? 】

Liang: [Catch the essay. 】

Today should be happy: [Did you arrive so late[/Dazed]]

Liang: [Well, it's related to industrial design, and we need to check the information. 】

This sounds more convincing, Gu Yile is relieved, it's not as good as waiting for him specially.

Liang: 【Have you had lunch yet? 】

The last time the grown-up Gu Yile was cared for so meticulously was when he was in high school to participate in a competition in another city.

It was his father Gu Dong who cared about him.

The feeling of being greeted by peers for three meals is a bit strange. After answering that they are eating, Gu Yile joked: [People in the capital are quite generous, it’s rare to be so careful like you]

He thought that the other party could hear his subtext, so he would speak normally in the future, but Xiao Liang went astray completely.

Liang: [People in the capital generally don't ask this question. 】

Today should be happy: [? 】

Liang: 【They usually ask: Have you eaten yet? 】

Gu Yile surfaced: [Hahaha I know, this is called flipping! 】

Gu Yile thought in his heart: The way of thinking of veteran cadres is really different.

After listening to the concert in the afternoon, I was fortunate to visit several old pianos brought back from Europe under the guidance of the teacher.

Gu Yile fell in love with one of the siqins, the texture was beautiful, and even the scars on his body were like gifts from time, full of stories.

Feeling itchy and wanting to try it, Peng Zhou persuaded, "This piano is more expensive than yours, and I can't afford to pay for it."

Gu Yile pointed to the head of the orchestra next door who was playing the piano in the middle of the venue: "Isn't he also playing?"

"Can it be the same? Does the chairman of YC Group know?" Peng Zhou said, "This piano was photographed abroad by Mr. Liu and given to him."

"Send it? Don't you borrow it?"

"It's a loan, but if you usually borrow it, you don't have the nerve to take it back."

"I pull pretty well, right?" Gu Yile sighed, "Why doesn't anyone lend me a hand?"

Peng Zhou "tsk": "It's like a sponsorship. If you take something from someone else, you have to bear the responsibility. If you don't go to foreign competitions to win a few gold-worthy awards, you will be ashamed to occupy these millions of violins. "

As we all know, Gu Yile is a buddhist contestant who doesn't take part in the competition frequently.

In the past, because going abroad was costly and energy-intensive, and there were so many experts at home and abroad, most of the time I went to accompany him. After I had some savings, I wanted to experience it, but when I got older, I said to him in many competitions for young people. Byebye.

So when Gu Yile, who was hiding in the teacher's office blowing on the heater, saw the English form in front of him, his first reaction was: "I'm old, I can't do it."

"Young man at the age of twenty, why is he old?" Mr. Sun pushed the registration form towards him, "The youth group is 16 to 21 years old, and it is held every two years. Next year is your last chance to participate."

Gu Yile scratched his head: "Then am I the oldest among the contestants?"

"The important thing is not age, but whether you want to go or not. Winning prizes is second, broadening your horizons and feeling the atmosphere is the purpose of this trip."

Gu Yile lowered his head and picked at the cocoons on his fingertips: "Our school has a good atmosphere."

"It's not the same." Teacher Sun said, "No matter how well you play here, only people in this acre of land can hear it. After learning piano for so many years, don't you want to go out and have a look, so that more people can listen to you? violin?"

Why not want to?

In the evening, Gu Yile adjusted the metronome and placed it on the table. Amidst the regular rhythm of tap-tap-tap, he propped his chin and fell into deep thought.

Think back to the competitions that you gave up for various reasons in those years, and think back to the mood when you were a child watching the New Year's Eve concert in Vienna in front of the TV.

The shining crystal lamps in the golden hall are reflected in the eyes, and the passionate or gentle melodies are poured into the ears and reverberate in the heart. No child can not yearn for, remain calm, and do not want to regard music as a lifelong love.

Except for the little boy who plays the violin in front of him like sawing wood.

His thoughts were dragged back to the present by a noise comparable to fingernails scratching a blackboard. Gu Yile let out a long sigh, and supported the drooping head of the piano: "How many times have I said it, play slowly, do you know what is slow play?"

The child hummed: "You just want to procrastinate and get off work earlier."

Remembering that the extended class fee was not paid last time, Gu Yile became annoyed: "Hey you little brat, brother, am I that kind of person?"

"I don't care." The child flicked the bow, "I want to play the tune, don't play the empty string, it's terrible!"

"Empty strings can't be played well, what tunes should I learn?"

"If you can't even play the tune, why do you want to learn the piano?"

"Do you learn the piano just to play music?"

"if not?"

"..."

Gu Yile almost got himself involved.

In order to show the elegance and maturity of an adult, Gu Yile patiently said: "Did the teacher tell you a story when you were in school? There was a foolish emperor who wanted to live on the third floor... ..."

The child interrupted mercilessly: "I haven't heard of it."

Gu Yile raised and lowered the 80-meter sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, to put it simply, seeing how your bow is shaking now, your wrist is shaking, and you can't hold the piano. Every time I listen to you, I want to ask for a pair You haven’t heard it before, and you still want to play the tune, why don’t you just step over to the Golden Hall in Vienna?”

The voice fell, and the air became silent.

The child lowered his head and looked down at the bow in his hand, as if he had been hit.

Seeing him like this, Gu Yile was relieved.

Being able to be hit means that you still want to study hard.

Gu Yile cleared his throat, and slapped the candy: "But you still have a good sense of rhythm, as long as you are willing to practice, in time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the child suddenly held the neck of the violin and lifted it up, pushing it in front of him.

Gu Yile waved Erkang's hand: "Don't smash it!"

"No smashing..." As if feeling ashamed or angry, the child lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "You, you play a song for me."

When the lights first came on, Gu Yile strolled out of the Nanshan villa area with a piano box on his back, humming a piece of minuet that he played just now, his steps were as light as if he was dancing.

Although the little boy was very arrogant, and finally only raised his chin and said, "You have two brushes", Gu Yile still saw yearning and admiration from his rapt eyes.

Just like when I watched concerts when I was a child.

After getting on the bus, Gu Yile remembered that he forgot to ask for the fee for extending the training session last time.

"Forget it." He shrugged and said to himself, "Just treat it as charity."

For the sake of that little kid who always stays alone in an empty and deserted house waiting for his parents to come home.

It was the evening rush hour, and there was no seat in the car. Gu Yile hung the pull ring with one hand and swiped the phone with the other, with soft music playing in the earphones.

When I clicked on WeChat, it suddenly occurred to me that Liang is now alone in a foreign land, without his parents by his side, and there is that simple and unpretentious "Have you eaten yet?".

Forget it, it's eleven o'clock in the morning over there, so I typed these four words and sent them.

This time I didn't get a second reply, about a quarter of an hour later, Liang sent a message: [Eat.I was in class just now. 】

Gu Yile asked: [Did you doze off in class? 】

Liang: [No. 】

If someone else said this, Gu Yile probably wouldn't believe it, but if Liang said it, his credibility would inexplicably increase a lot.

Liang: [How about you, have you had dinner yet? 】

I didn't start the conversation well, so I went back and forth and returned to the topic related to eating.Gu Yile sighed, clicked on his profile picture, and looked back at the circle of friends that he liked in the last time.

It was a photo, posted five days ago, of a misty sunrise that matched his profile picture.There is nothing further down, it is as clean as a newly opened trumpet.

In fact, judging by his performance, he really doesn't look like the usual social software. He can't use emoticons, and he can't even send voice.

This made Gu Yile a little confused. Doesn't he need to contact his family and friends?

Gu Yile, who didn't find a new topic, replied in a very unskilled manner: [Go home and eat[/饭]]

Liang: [On the way? 】

Today should be happy: [Well, there are a lot of people on the bus[/dizzy]]

Liang: [Take care of your belongings. 】

Gu Yile looked at Zhile and thought to himself that I am not a child anymore.

Just as he was about to reply, the driver in front slammed the steering wheel at the intersection, causing the car body to tilt to the side, and Gu Yile's body also tilted at a 120-degree angle.

He hurriedly closed his fists and clenched the things in his hands, and when he stood upright, he realized that the thumb holding the phone was pressing on the voice button, and when his fingertips were released, a three-second voice was sent out.

Pressing withdraw in a hurry, Gu Yile explained: [Sorry, I pressed the wrong button! 】

Liang: [It's okay. 】

Liang: [It turns out that the message can be withdrawn. 】

Gu Yile laughed: [Of course, if you don't believe me, try it, just press and hold the bubble frame]

So Gu Yile watched a number "1" appear on the screen, and then blinked into "the other party withdrew a message".

Liang: 【Understood, thank you. 】

It may be due to the frequent surfing of the Internet. Gu Yile always feels a little awkward when the word "you" appears in written form, especially since he knows very well that he uses "you" entirely to match the other party's habits.

To put it bluntly, it is called respecting people and being polite, to put it bluntly, it is called yin and yang, and there is a little bit of indescribable weirdness in it.

Gu Yile said euphemistically: [Meeting is fate, I don't think you need to be so polite in the future[/Silly smile]]

In case the other party won't get it, I added another sentence: [referring to the address]

The opposite side humbly asked for advice: [What will you call me after that? 】

Gu Yile set an example and took the lead in abandoning honorific titles: [I can do whatever you want]

After posting, I suddenly thought of a question - let him figure it out, he won't call me Xiao Gu, will he?

Or Mr. Gu?

Not to mention, it's really something he can do.

I was wondering if I should give some more hints, such as calling him "Brother Liang" to give a correct demonstration, when the phone vibrated.

Liang: [Lele. 】

Vibrate again.

Liang: [Can I? 】

For no reason, Gu Yile's heart throbbed in his chest.

It was like a rock run over by a moving wheel, but the difference was that the rock bumped upright and majestic.

Gu Yile licked his lower lip, and replied with some hesitation: [Yes, but it's just... If you bark like that on the street, most likely it will be a pet dog]

Liang: [No, the name sounds nice. 】

Gu Yile typed: [It looks okay, but when I read it...]

Before I finished typing, there was a buzzing in my ear, and a voice message came in.

Blinking her eyes twice, Gu Yile was stunned for a moment, then paused the music and clicked on the voice.

What came into my ears was a blank noise for about two seconds. The other party seemed to be speaking for the first time, and asked uncertainly: "Can you hear me?"

His voice was low and his words were slow and clear, which was similar to his rigid and conservative typing, but there was also an indescribable subtle difference.

Probably noticed the ups and downs of the waveform, and confirmed that the voice had been recorded, the other party's voice sounded again.

"Gu Yile, Lele." He called out the same person's name in two ways, and then said with confirmation, "It sounds good."

Today should be happy: [It sounds pretty good, I am grateful to my parents[/smile]]

After answering this, Gu Yile turned off the screen and put the phone in his pocket.

Then he raised his hand and took off one earphone, looked at the figures and neon lights outside the car window, and rubbed the pinna of his ear casually.

It's a little hot.

It must be because the heater in the car is too high, Gu Yile thought.

The author says:

Liang Dong: I am grateful to my parents for giving me a good voice.