[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

There was the piano, huge, covered with a cloth, with a metronome on it, and a robot that Wei He took out of a drawer.

"What do you want to learn?" His father leaned on the sofa, changed the programs, and pressed them one by one. Basically, all the colorful channels could not be received.

"Anything is fine. I will teach you everything from the most basic, and I promise to study hard."

"It's good that you have this kind of heart, but didn't you still hold your breath a few days ago?"

"Is there?" Wei He didn't expect that even his father would find out that something was wrong with him, "After all, you just refused to teach me, right?"

"You are my son, how can I not teach you." His father finally found a station that is showing a series. It is a story about a man and a demon. Wei He has watched it hundreds of times. Resisting it, he wanted to spoil it to his father, "It's just that I'm leaving in a few days, there are still things outside, and you have to rely on yourself for everything."

"Don't you believe that your son can practice well?"

"That's not true. Of course I believe you. As the saying goes, it's up to the master to lead you into the door and cultivate yourself. You have to understand this truth well."

Wei He nodded. In his previous life, half of his love for music was cut off and blocked by others, which made him confused for most of his life. Now, if he still has a dream for music, it is natural. A little more eagerness and determination.

"That's okay, let's start with the piano to train your ears." His father took out a cigarette. He didn't have many students, but he still had some experience in teaching. He used the traditional method, "Listen to you every night, Let me make it clear first, if I play badly, I will not show mercy.”

"Of course, you can play wherever you want."

His father fumbled in his trouser pockets to find a lighter, "I haven't had a few days, let's see, but can you really practice?" Wei's father began to doubt Xiao Weihe again.

Wei He frowned, did he really look like he was not trusted by others?

"Okay, let's start at night." Dad Wei spoke vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth. He found the lighter, ran out of the door and lit it. The smoke from the kitchen slowly drifted away, and the smoke from several houses merged together. , A thick layer of clouds was cast over the courtyard.

The snake monster on TV has flowers on its head, looking forward to smoke and winking.

Wei He sat on the sofa, and the small room next to him was the old man's bedroom. Mosquitoes were too poisonous in summer, so a mosquito net was hung beside the bed, and a new gauze net was placed on the bed.

The old man walked over halfway through the cooking, watched the TV while wearing an apron, and asked his grandson, "Where's your father?"

"Looks like he ran out to smoke."

"Why did you go out again?" The old man entered the room and took the small curtain on the bed in his hand, and there were a few sticks in the corner of the bedside table, "Then tell your dad later, let him help you get the curtain install."

Wei He reached out to take it, and said it well in his mouth. He has been thinking about this thing for a long time, and now he only smokes mosquito coils every day, not to mention the heavy smell. Well, as long as the mosquitoes in the small tent are wiped out, you can sleep peacefully at night.

He skipped towards the door, looking for his father, and unexpectedly heard his father's slightly hoarse voice echoing at the door.

"Your mother asked you again today, you should come back and have a look sometime."

Wei He stopped in his tracks, and stood behind the door and listened secretly, but the voice on the other side of the phone could not be heard clearly, only the noisy sound of electric current sizzle.

"Now that I'm getting older, my physical condition is not good. Although the old man can still go outside for a few laps every day...you should come back more often."

The other side of the phone seemed to be swearing loudly, Dad Wei sighed, his face turned sad, "You say that you don't care about your reputation when you socialize and socialize every day at home? ——My socializing is to support the family! You are a woman who goes out every day. What are you running around? ——Hehe, okay, you are amazing, you are amazing, but you have a talent for letting your son learn the piano, others are starting to win gold cups at the age of 3 or 4."

The flames of war burned all the way to Wei He.

If he had heard this before, he would have suffered for several days, but now he just felt his father's hatred of iron and steel, and if he re-examines himself, he will really find that he is not a thing.

Afraid that his parents would quarrel again, Wei He jumped out immediately and yelled at Wei's father, "Dad, grandma called you to help with work." Afraid that his father would not believe it, he shook the things in his hand, but he was crushed It's a mess, and I can't see the true colors for a long time.

His father's voice suddenly became quieter, he glanced at Wei He with his mobile phone, not sure if what he just said was heard, he talked to the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone.

"What are you doing?" Dad Wei pressed his fingers on the phone, as if he had sent someone a text message.

Wei He stretched out the mosquito net he was pinching in his hand. The piece of gauze was already wet, soaked by the sweat on Wei He's hands. He wiped the back of his hand and said with a dry smile, "Hang up the mosquito net, there are too many mosquitoes in summer." , Grandma bought a new mosquito net."

"It's still new." Dad Wei took the mosquito net and looked at it. It was soft and sticky to his hands. His son's hands were printed with a grid-like mark. After watching for a long time, he didn't say anything. Then he asked, "Where's the pole?"

"It's in there."

Wei and Pidianpidian ran inside to get the stick, and when he came out excitedly, his father was already sitting on the piano bench next to the stairs.

"Dad, it's all here, go and get the tent." Wei He walked towards the stairs, but his father didn't move. He put the gauze aside, glanced at the piano, and talked with his son. Come.

"Son, dad hasn't chatted with you for a long time. It seems that the reading before going to bed was a few years ago." Dad Wei's expression was a little sad, and he looked very literary and profound.

Wei He was a little flustered by this expression. He counted with his fingers. He seldom talked to his father since he was in his teens. When he talked about it, he just asked about his life and whether he had enough money. His parents didn't even worry about their daughter-in-law and grandson in the future, and never asked about Wei He's relationship status.

At that time, Wei He thought that maybe they still love Ning Feichen and their other little apprentices more.

"Dad, why are you asking this?" Wei He's eyes were still immersed in memories, and it was a little difficult to focus, "Do you want to tell me about the books before going to bed? Your son has long been tired of listening to such things."

"How can there be such a thing? I made it up myself at the beginning, but I couldn't sell it after changing it into a song."

Wei He laughed dryly again, his childhood was really perfunctory and cheap.

"Then what do you want to say, I can read now, and I can read books by myself."

"Ah, I already know the characters." Dad Wei sighed a little when he heard the news, "But I probably don't know many characters. I really hope that you can stay in the time when you only know the notes."

Wei He fell silent when he heard this sentence. Does his father want him to become illiterate? It sounds like this kind of training plan is a bit scary.

His father went on to say, "I also saw that you are going to elementary school, and I think the time is passing too fast." His father took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, but he didn't light it. On the music score on the piano, I took a pencil and tickled it, and drew the beats on several pieces of music.

"Obviously they were only a little older at the beginning, and now they are about to go to elementary school. After elementary school, they will be junior high school, high school, and university. There will be fewer chances to meet each other in the future."

"Dad, what's wrong with you today, you said some nonsense." Wei He was puzzled, but he never thought that his father would be the kind of literary and artistic uncle who mourns the autumn and hurts the spring.

"Time waits for no one."

"...Dad, you must speak directly if you have something to say, or I won't understand you."

Dad Wei smiled, "You kid is really amazing after you come here, and it's almost like Dad can't recognize you."

"This is called true nature. Just get used to it." Wei He also didn't want to bury everything in his past, and he was straightforward, doing what he wanted, and he had fewer scruples after becoming a child, so he spoke straightforwardly. No one will blame it, it's really comfortable to go straight.

"Okay, then you can play your true colors, and let Dad see what you are capable of." Dad Wei threw the piano score on the piano bench with one hand. !"

"What?" Wei He was still a little excited after hearing the first half of the sentence, but the second half made him freeze up. If he hadn't been dazzled just now, his father seemed to have ticked off a dozen or so words.

And it's not just an ordinary etude, there are quite a few sonatas...

Shit, this is to kill him!

Wei He was dissatisfied and wanted to appeal, but his father put on that sad expression again, patted his son's head, and said with a little grief, "Practice hard, don't let your mother look down on you."

It turned out that the husband and wife quarreled and brought him, did they take him as a bet?Wei He gritted his teeth, ten poems a night can make people live, be careful that he cut off his meridians and would rather die than surrender!

**

The installation process of the mosquito net is quite simple.

Wei He also showed his true nature of a man, jumping up and down to help his father install a stick and cover a tent, but his father stuffed a violin and dismissed him, "Let's go, let's play."

"Why don't you let me do it together, Dad!" Wei He's eyes were full of injuries.

"You don't want to sleep at night if you keep doing this, it will only help you." His father removed the sticks from Wei He's sheath one by one, compared the lengths, and chose a short one, "Your grandma The meal is almost ready."

Wei He held his violin and looked out the window. The group of domestic pigeons circled in the sky and were about to go back to their cages. The neighbor’s pigeon breeder stood on the roof, sprinkled rice into the pigeon house, and poured water at his feet. flowers.

The sky slanted to one side, and a red cloud exuded a gentle light.

There was another scolding and beating from the next door. Wei He ran out the window to listen, and was happy. It was Xia Ziqiang whose mother found out that he hadn't eaten, and now he was probably crying with his ears pulled.

"Okay." Dad Wei clapped his hands, moved around with his hips akimbo, admiring the fruits of his labor, and then called Wei He, "Stop playing, go eat."

The smell of food came one after another.

Wei He wrinkled his nose and smelled the smell of home-cooked food. Although he has lived in this small town and often visited his grandmother, he still mainly eats instant noodles and fast food.

Tutoring students at school often fails to take care of the next meal, and fights desperately with the students on an empty stomach, for the dreams of others and their own salary.

The days of food and clothing for three meals seem to be only in childhood.

Grandma was serving dishes on the table with a smile. When she saw Wei He, she brought out a bowl of greasy soup from the side of the kitchen.

It was the bone soup that I didn't drink at noon. Although the white oil on it had melted, Wei He's appearance had been deeply embedded in Wei He's heart.

Dad Wei had already sat down, picked up his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and praised the old man for his better and better craftsmanship, but he also asked, "Mom, why are you so happy today?"

"Haha." The wrinkles on the old man's face piled up with a smile, "Of course I'm happy for my grandson."

"Oh? What happened?" Father Wei and Wei He asked curiously.

Grandma smiled happily, "I have an appointment with Lao Xia's wife next door. We will play mahjong together tomorrow, so let his children hang out with Gouwa?"

"Huh?" Wei He bit his chopsticks in surprise, "I'm not even close to him yet."

"Nonsense, how can you be unfamiliar? When you went out with the green-eyed classmate at noon today, didn't you talk to their children?"

"You know all about this." Wei He was even more surprised.

"So you have to establish a good relationship as soon as possible. I think their children are much better than that green-eyed one. They are also honest. They listen to their mother's scolding every day, and everyone knows the basics."

Wei He didn't know what to say, so he drank some soup to calm his shock, but Xia Ziqiang's mother beat and scolded him very hard, even scolding the child about wetting the bed yesterday, he should think about how to face that Xia Ziqiang tomorrow up.