The difference between cloud and mud

Xiao Fengtai said he didn't care much about the competition, and finally suspended his Chinese lessons two weeks before the competition on the grounds of piano practice.

The two communicated on WeChat intermittently, and he took pictures of Jiang Tong showing his violin.

"My grandmother said that this violin was bought by my great-grandfather as a gift to her, and she passed it on to my mother, who then passed it on to me. It is said that Paganini used it." He said slightly mockingly: "My father didn't play this violin. Qin's idea, fortunately, he has always kept women artists at arm's length."

Jiang Tong noticed something else.

"what happened to your hand?"

One of Xiao Fengtai's hands accidentally entered the camera.He is fairer than ordinary people, and the blisters and red marks on his fingers are particularly obvious.

The boy didn't take it seriously: "I practice a lot before the competition, it's normal to have a few blisters."

Jiang Tong felt astringent in his heart.Xiao Fengtai's unintentional words deepened his sense of guilt, so that once he let his mind go, the boy's suppressed longing eyes appeared in front of his eyes.The more he reviewed, the more guilty Jiang Tong felt.So much so that on the day of the game, he was still hesitating whether to appear on the scene.

What if Jiang Tong's seat is connected with Xiao Zhizhong's?In case Jiang Tong is right, Xiao Fengtai's demands on him exceed what he can give.Accepting the ticket is a kind of acquiescence to his appeal, and Jiang Tong cannot afford these many helpless consequences.He took off the coat he had put on again, but once again thought of Xiao Fengtai's red and white fingers strangled by the strings.

It was too late to go out and the traffic factors added, Jiang Tong almost stepped on the opening bell to enter the door, just found his place among a group of parents with children, the lights in the auditorium gradually went out, and the game officially started.

There were five contestants in front of Xiao Fengtai, and Jiang Tong was staring at the stage, his mind was lost.His understanding of classical music is limited to Ode to Joy, let alone distinguishing the difference between different performers' handling of music.On the stage, the girl in Chinese costume played Bach emotionally, and he silently calculated this month's income and expenditure in his heart.The house is due, the landlord intends to increase the rent, the registration for the GRE test is coming soon, and the peanut oil at home is running out... He is drowsy to the soothing and steady music, and his eyelids are getting heavier.

"Mom, that little brother is so pretty." Qin Tong beside him exclaimed in a low voice, waking him up from his half-dream and half-awake state.The little girl twisted back and forth on the seat, causing Jiang Tong's chair to vibrate.

"What's his name? I'm going to find him for an autograph!"

Jiang Tong raised his head subconsciously, meeting Xiao Fengtai's eyes.

When we met for the first time, Jiang Tong knew that he was beautiful, but he didn't know that he could be so beautiful.The white shirt and black suit are well tailored, wrapping the boy's slender, tall and slightly thin figure.In order to adapt to the stage lighting, Xiao Fengtai painted light makeup, which highlighted his neutral and beautiful facial features.Jiang Tong couldn't keep himself from paying attention to his bright red and plump lips, a touch of finishing touch made his skin like jade, and his eyes were deep and focused——

He is watching him.

Across most of the concert hall, his eyes seemed to be solid, making Jiang Tong's skin feel faintly itchy.Jiang Tong heard that the audience on the left and right started to commotion. They were looking through the program list in their hands, looking for the surprisingly beautiful black-haired boy on the stage.

Xiao Fengtai likes him.The sense of guilt that had tortured Jiang Tong for a long time evolved into a subtle complacency at this moment.A young man who is as fresh and youthful as a flower bone, a pillar of the future carefully crafted and cultivated by a wealthy family.Countless eyes of praise, curiosity and envy enveloped Xiao Fengtai, but he just stared at Jiang Tong from afar.

With Jiang Tong's familiar, warm and suppressed eyes.

"Mozart Violin Concerto No. [-]" announced: "Kennethsiu, Lion City High School."

Xiao Fengtai bowed to the audience, and the violin drew a graceful arc in the air.The commotion in the auditorium gradually subsided, and in the absolute silence, even a cough became clearly audible.

He drew the bow.

The relaxed and lively Allegro poured out from the hands of the young man like a spring, with a hint of banter and cynicism, stirring the nerves of the audience.Teenagers don't know how to feel sad. The summer of 19 years old seems to never end. There are endless banquets and games every day. The sky is clear and the sun is blue. The peaches are plump and rosy, and the sweet juice almost bursts the peel.Boys and girls are chasing each other in the woods, the sun's spots are reflected in their eyes.

However, there are shadows lurking in the joy. Unlike the gray sorrow of adults, the sorrow of youth is also clear and pure.The melody of the violin gradually calmed down from the high, and it was still hovering in the air. The white wings of the violin stretched freely under the moonlight, rejecting the entanglement and annoyance of the real world.

Jiang Tong stared at Xiao Fengtai foolishly.The boy's body swayed with the rhythm of the music. He closed his eyes slightly and frowned. His five fingers moved flexibly on the strings, and his knuckles were as long and white as jade carvings.Jiang Tong had a strange illusion that the violin seemed to be an extension of Xiao Fengtai's body, and the sound of the violin resonated in his chest, as if Xiao Fengtai's cool fingers were following the outline of his cheeks and collarbone, sticking to his chest.

There was a soft place in his heart that was touched slightly.

Sadness has never been the main theme of youth.A new day comes, the sun rises, the sorrow in the dream and a tear in the corner of the eye when you wake up are forgotten during breakfast time.Life is too short to have fun during the good times.Come and join us, the sound of the piano is a warm invitation, and the audience cannot help being involved.The melody climbed step by step, the dance steps accelerated, and the flying skirts made people dazzled, faster and faster, until the light and shadow in front of the eyes blurred into a colorful block, and the piano sound stopped abruptly at the climax.

This is also like youth, which starts hastily and ends suddenly.The banquet, which was thought to never end, turned around in the next second, leaving only messy glasses and plates on the floor.

At the end of the song, the applause was like thunder.Jiang Tong applauded vigorously with the audience on the left and right until the burning pain came from the palm of his hand.

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The gold medal was awarded without any suspense. When the results were announced, Jiang Tong heard her mother beside her whispering, and realized that this was the third consecutive year that Lion City High School had won the championship.

Compared with the adult group, the youth competition is far more entertaining than competitive.The gold medalist is arranged by the organizer to perform a custom song on stage.When Xiao Fengtai took the stage again, he had already changed out of his suit and trotted onto the stage in jeans and a T-shirt, in exchange for enthusiastic applause mixed with kind cheers from the audience.

"This song is for someone." He stood still on the stage and said with a smile, "I hope he likes it."

A gentle start, like a kiss on the cheek, and like the morning after the rain, waking up from the bed with your lover, looking at each other without saying a word and smiling.The sound of the piano is slender and long, twirling and rising, and then suddenly falling from a high place, singing the sweetness and sorrow of love in a low voice.Just like the rotation of day and night, light and shadow accompany each other, true love always contains sorrow.The piano entered at the right time, gently holding the low melody of the violin, like a sigh.This is not a bitter echo after the storm of life, but a sigh of anticipation and hidden joy.Love turns mortals into saints, willing to reveal the softest part of the heart, collide with another heart, and resonate.

The joy of love overwhelms the pain, and the melody continues to rise, from the mortal world to the golden heaven.The feet of the world are tied to the ground, and they return to dust with the passage of time, but love is eternal, through peaks and valleys, magnificent sacrifices and painful memories, and finally washed away, returning to the original appearance, quiet, gentle, a natural Kiss like breathing.

Jiang Tong felt numbness in his hands and feet, and a slight dizziness.The seat under him melted at some point, and the audience around him gradually disappeared into the darkness.He sits on dark, churning waves, the only source of light coming from the teenagers playing on the stage.While he was playing, he looked at him—Jiang Tong knew that Xiao Fengtai was looking at him, his eyes were undisguised hot, clear, pure trust and attraction.He was in the dark, the boy was in the spotlight.However, Jiang Tong had the illusion that a fire was burning on his body, and the young man would be like a moth to the flame, rushing towards him recklessly, hugging him, and annihilating with him in the hot emotion.

Compliments of love, this is a gift from Xiao Fengtai to him.A song is being recorded and reported, a love letter played in front of thousands of people.

Jiang Tong felt hot in his eye sockets. He covered his eyes with his palms and felt wet.

Pei Jing's watch was deliberately set 15 minutes ahead of the standard time in the East Eighth District.He regards the strict concept of time as the basic premise of communicating with people, and likes to be the first party to make an appointment.Therefore, seeing Jiang Tong already sitting at the bar, Pei Jing was surprised and felt a subtle discomfort that things were out of control.

"What's the matter." He sat beside Jiang Tong and ordered himself a glass of oldfashioned.Since there was no time to make an outline first, Pei Jing had a premonition that this meeting would be inefficient, which made him even more irritable.

Jiang Tong's cheeks were flushed, and he greeted him with a smile.Pei Jing glanced at his glass, and there was still half a glass of whiskey.The wine reflects the hazy yellow light, like a glass of flowing amber.

Jiang Tong either had a poor capacity for drinking, or drank a lot.For Jiang Tong's consideration, Pei Jing hoped that it was the former, otherwise he would have to leave Jiang Tong alone before checking out.

He will not use his entertainment expenses for Jiang Tong.

"I didn't expect you to come here." Jiang Tong slurred his speech, with a silly face on his face: "Mr. Pei, I'm so flattered."

"First of all, I haven't got a teaching position yet, so I can't be called a teacher. Secondly, you said on the phone that you have something to discuss with me." Pei Jing said calmly: "By the way, the price of whiskey has increased by far in recent years. Hyperinflation, I hope you bring enough money tonight to pay your bills."

"Now I... have a lot of money!" Jiang Tong said with a smile: "I have a lot of money."

"Good to know." Pei Jing was impatient: "So what do you want?"

Pei Jing's question seemed to baffle Jiang Tong. He looked blank, staring at the decorative painting on the bar wall behind Pei Jing, muttering words that Pei Jing couldn't understand, as if lost in thought.

Pei Jing remained silent with him in a good-tempered manner, and just glanced at his watch.

5 minutes, this is the limit of his patience with Jiang Tong.If Jiang Tong is still as dizzy as he is now after 5 minutes, Pei Jing will directly push the door out, and find a time when both parties are awake, and solemnly warn Jiang Tong not to waste his time again.

At three minutes and 45 seconds, Jiang Tong finally spoke slowly.

"Have you seen the Titanic?"

"Just to make sure: you called me out at ten o'clock on a Saturday night to talk about the Titanic?"

Pei Jing drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "Ok, fine, I watched it. My mother forced me to watch it with her three times. Half the people in the cinema were crying, and the paper towels were all over the floor, making it difficult to get out — not a good memory.”

"My mother also likes it very much. She is a fan of Leonardo." Jiang Tong showed a nostalgic smile, and he seemed much more awake.

"I watched a lot of movies with her, and she especially likes the romance movies played by Leonardo. Titanic, Romeo and Juliet, The Great Gatsby. I even have a big picture frame with the original poster of Titanic on it .”

"Your mother has good taste." Pei Jing said dryly.

Jiang Tong became more serious: "It's all the same routine over and over again. Why are the audience always obsessed with this kind of subject matter? Poor boy and rich lady, fateful mandarin ducks in hostile camps, why do irrelevant people always get dragged into it? Together?"

"Rose shouldn't have talked to Jack at all." He said gloomily, "Love makes both parties lose their judgment. If you think about it with your toes, they will not have a good result."

"I've had enough." Pei Jing raised her hand and called the waiter: "Jiang Tong, you are very abnormal tonight. I don't know what happened to you, but tomorrow morning you will suffer from a severe hangover and say goodbye to tonight." Regret everything that happened.”

"Also, as a price for wasting my time, this glass of wine is on your account."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"What?" Pei Jing didn't react for a moment.

A blurred smile appeared on Jiang Tong's face again, and he said word by word with his tongue out: "Isaid, are, you, in, love, with, anyone, throughout, your, li———fe."

He stretched the letter i infinitely, and seemed to be amused by his own funny face, giggling to himself.

"No, and never." Pei Jing sneered: "The blind worship of love is the beginning of decay and mildew in modern society. Love is the most useless thing in the world."

"A transient cognitive dissonance caused by a hormonal surge that, as you say, incapacitates basic judgment and, in the worst case, leaves you with several offspring that have not been strictly genetically selected. Love It is a kind of animal nature. Look at the human society’s respect for the tragicomedy of ancient Greece—we can send humans into the universe, but we still repeat the ridiculous routine of I love you, you love her, and he loves me. Can you believe it, we just This has been repeated for thousands of years!"

"Shameful." He concluded.

"It's really enviable..." Jiang Tong murmured: "You look...you never seem to let emotion override reason."

"Effective control of one's own biological impulses is a sign of human evolution." Pei Jing said coldly: "Of course, rational deduction is not perfect. For example, after receiving your text message today, I judged that you have Big issues wanted to discuss with me - should it be about your studies or our dissertation. So, despite the unusual meeting place you picked, I came anyway. It turned out to be a complete mistake - even though this bar The whiskey isn’t bad. I’d rather be in the lab on a Saturday night than discuss Hollywood industry tropes with you.”

Jiang Tong's face turned pale, it seemed that he had sobered up early: "I'm sorry."

"No matter what you are worrying about, I have only one suggestion - use your brain." Before leaving, Pei Jing decided to show mercy and give this lost lamb in the palace of science some life experience.

"Jiang Tong, the ability to think logically is the fundamental difference between you and the Kenyan gorillas."

"If your mind tells you it's a wrong decision, stop and don't go any further."