Follow the sound and follow the way

Mu Kang has known Lin Yan for almost two years. Although he has not met many times, he is very congenial and is already an excellent friend. Everyone said the word "soul mate" countless times in front of Mu Kang, but no one dared to mention it in front of Lin Yan.

After all, everyone in the orchestra will be a little in awe of an excellent conductor.

The non-staff member Mu Kang didn't care at all.He abducted Lin Yan with great fanfare, and then dragged him into a long talk all night. This spirit of not seeing outsiders made the members of the orchestra deeply worried.

At one o'clock in the morning, Lu Xifeng broke into Mu Kang's piano room alone, carrying a lunch box with a large portion of sesame seeds in his hand.

Lin Yan was sitting in front of the piano, listening intently to Mu Kang.The picture is so harmonious and beautiful that it is impossible for others to get in.

Lu Xifeng wanted to intervene: "Come, come, eat Ma Xiao."

Lin Yan: "Ma... small?"

Mu Kang stood up and grabbed the lunch box: "This thing is obviously called flavored shrimp."

Lin Yan: "Taste... shrimp?"

Mu Kang took out the glove from inside and handed it to Lin Yan: "It's a kind of spicy crayfish, which originated in my hometown."

Lu Xifeng: "Fart."

The three of them began to suck the crayfish indistinctly.Mu Kang patiently instructed Lin Yan: "Look at this tail, peel it from the middle here and the outer two sides... By the way, that's right, first suck here, and then eat the meat inside..."

Lin Yan took a mouthful of spicy oil from the shrimp shell, his eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

Mu Kang didn't change his face: "It's very ordinary, too pale."

"You fucking pervert, I specifically asked for more spicy food." Lu Xifeng ate a few and his face turned red from the heat, "I won't eat it."

Mu Kang: "As you please."

Lu Xifeng took off his gloves, took a few gulps of Coke, and stared at the tops of Mu Kang and Lin Yan's heads, who were binging on the food.He hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Well, it's almost... go back to sleep, it's almost two o'clock."

Lin Yan paused: "It's so late?"

Mukang: "Really?"

Lu Xifeng: "Leave after eating?"

Mu Kang thought for a while: "...All right."

Lu Xifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and praised his wit in his heart.God knows how panicked he was when he received the task of "taking Lin Yan away from Mu Kang" at the dinner table a few hours ago.

Qiu Liming: "I've been there five times."

Guan Xiao: "I've been there four times."

Li Chongyuan: "I have been there three times."

Fang Zhimu who was pulled to have dinner together: "I actually went there once..."

Qiu Liming concluded: "In order for the orchestra to rehearse tomorrow as usual, you have to go."

At that moment, Lu Xifeng's mind flashed the face of Zhang Boss, who was full of dimples. He drank a can of beer in a muffled voice, and chose to submit.

At this moment, Mu Kang finished his Ma Xiao and Lu Xifeng completed the task, both of them were satisfied.

Mu Kang and Lu Xifeng quickly cleaned up the leftovers.Lin Yan covered the piano, carefully arranged the sheet music on the table, put on his coat, turned off the lights, and everything flowed smoothly, as casually and naturally as at home.

Countless barrages of "soul mates" seemed to fly before Lu Xifeng's eyes.

The three of them were walking on the campus in the early morning. It was cold and windy in January, and the bare tree trunks on the side of the road were covered with dust, and they became more and more listless.Lin Yan wrapped her coat tightly, half of her face was covered by the collar, revealing her handsome eyebrows.

Mu Kang was trembling, and managed to light a cigarette. The flame flickered faintly under the street lamp. He took a long breath and sighed comfortably: "I'm suffocating."

Lin Yan didn't speak, his exposed eyes showed that he was smiling.

Lu Xifeng: "Lin Zhi, that, tomorrow, oh no, this morning, remember to rehearse."

Mu Kang narrowed his eyes, like a wild cat protecting its food.

Lin Yan looked at Lu Xifeng, with a wider smile in his eyes: "I know."

With his mouth buried in his collar, his voice was muffled, a little childish, and completely devoid of commanding demeanor.

Mu Kang: "I understand... you kid, you've been thinking hard..."

Lu Xifeng: "..."

Lin Yan: "Huh?"

Mu Kang pointed fiercely at Lu Xifeng, but Lu Xifeng suddenly became very interested in the sky: "It's really cold, is it Lin Zhi? Is it going to snow?"

The three parted ways at the intersection, Lin Yan went back to the teacher's apartment, and Mu Kang and Lu Xifeng went back to the postgraduate dormitory.Li Chongyuan lived off campus, while Qiu Liming and Guan Xiao were waiting at the door of the dormitory.

Seeing Mu Kang and Lu Xifeng, the two breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly turned and left.

Lu Xifeng: "..." Why didn't you praise him?

Mu Kang: "... these grandsons, I wanted to tell them in advance..."

Lu Xifeng: "Tell me what?"

Mu Kang pointed at Lu Xifeng again with fierce eyes, and left without looking back.

In the early morning of the next day, Qiu Liming was the first to arrive at the rehearsal hall. He was horrified to find that Mu Kang was sitting in the chief seat of his orchestra, holding fried dough sticks in his left hand and flipping through the music score in his right, looking radiant.

"Morning." Mu Kang raised his head, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Qiu Liming: "What are you doing here?"

Mu Kang: "Hehe, fuck your ass."

Qiu Liming: "I am the principal of the orchestra, and there is nothing in the rehearsal hall that does not belong to me."

Mu Kang said indifferently: "Oh."

Qiu Liming: "..."

Mu Kang: "..."

Qiu Liming's tone softened a bit: "Hello..."

Mu Kang finished his fried dough sticks and picked up the soy milk: "Let's see Ayan's rehearsal head office."

Qiu Liming took a moment to realize who "A Yan" was referring to.

"It's so early, you have ulterior motives." Qiu Liming looked at him suspiciously, sat down on the deputy chief's seat next to Mu Kang, and began to sort out the scores to be rehearsed.

Mu Kang concentrated on reading the music score, Qiu Liming glanced at it, it was a symphony.

"New work?" He leaned over curiously.

"Yeah." Mu Kang put the score on the music stand, "Take out the piano and play this part."

The band members came one after another.Everyone asked Qiu Liming whether Lin Yan would come, and after getting an affirmative answer, they all showed expressions of relief.

After rubbing the pine resin on the speaker, Qiu Liming kicked Mu Kang: "Give up your seat."

Qiu Liming sat back in his chief seat and stared at the score. Mu Kang stood by the music stand and told Qiu Liming about his emotions.

Qiu Liming nodded, holding the piano between his arms, "Got it."

Quite different from his ordinary appearance, Qiu Liming's piano sound is passionate and bold, especially the interpretation of those romantic scenes, which makes people feel as straightforward as listening to love poems.

As soon as he played a few notes, everyone in the rehearsal hall unconsciously slowed down their breathing.

Afraid of disturbing him, afraid that the sound of the piano would stop.

But Mukang is not afraid.

"Don't vibrato these few measures." He turned over a page of score and said lightly.

The breathing of the piano sound was chaotic for a second, and quickly adjusted. Qiu Liming kept his eyes on and let the piano sound become flat.

After turning five pages, Mu Kang raised his hand: "Okay, stop."

Qiu Liming put down the piano: "How is it?"

Mukang: "Very ideal."

Except for Lin Yan, everyone is basically here.Lu Xifeng and Guan Xiao played the piece Qiu Liming had just played together without a teacher. They made several mistakes, and everyone was laughing.

Qiu Liming stood up: "What kind of dick, dick, sound to sound."

Li Chongyuan sat opposite Qiu Liming, without smiling, he said to Mu Kang, "Write a symphony again?"

Mu Kang: "Hmm, it's a symphonic poem."

Li Chongyuan: "What's the use of writing it? Who will arrange it? Who will act for you?"

Mu Kang was revising the score, and said casually: "I like to write, so fuck you."

Li Chongyuan stared at Mu Kang for a while, then slowly said: "Really...don't do my business?"

Mu Kang looked up at him with an unpredictable expression.

Li Chongyuan wanted to ask again, but the door of the rehearsal hall was suddenly pushed open, and a cloud of cold air was drawn in.

Everyone fell silent for an instant, and Lin Yan walked in quickly.Standing by the podium, Mu Kang immediately caught the faint scent of ebony, and smiled at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's cheeks were slightly flushed by the wind, and with his pale skin and sincere smile, he looked innocent.He didn't have time to catch his breath, took off his coat, sat down on the stage, looked around the orchestra: "Everyone is here, have you got the sound right?"

Qiu Liming: "Okay, Commander."

Lin Yan: "Let me say something first."

Mu Kang suddenly raised his chest.

"In addition to "Firebird", we have to arrange a new piece." Lin Yan said quietly, "For next week's concert, the concerto will not be performed, and a symphonic poem will be replaced."

Mu Kang instinctively wanted to touch the cigarette, but then remembered that smoking was banned in the rehearsal hall, so he rubbed his fingers impatiently a few times.

Lin Yan: "I made an agreement with the director. In the first half, we will perform Mu Kang's new work."

Everyone: "..."

The orchestra fell into an eerie silence.Some people stared at Lin Yan in a daze, while others stared at Mu Kang beside Lin Yan.

Mu Kang nodded pretendingly.

"Are you kidding us?" Lu Xifeng said loudly.

Lin Yan looked at him and smiled: "I didn't tease you."

Mu Kang clicked his tongue: "Don't be nervous, a symphonic poem only takes about twenty minutes."

Li Chongyuan murmured: "I knew..."

Lin Yan: "Now Mu Kang will send you scores, practice for an hour, and arrange this in the morning, and Firebird in the afternoon."

Mu Kang conjured up a large stack of scores like a magic trick.The chief voices of each department received it like a dream, and distributed it like a dream.Lin Yan gave an order, and everyone practiced like a dream.

The symphonic poem is called "Le Renégatouune spritconfus" (Le Renégatouune spritconfus), and it looks very pretentious. It was a flash of inspiration when Mu Kang saw Camus one day.The missionary in the story changed his belief unknowingly, but his tongue was cut off by the new belief.Although he himself was at a loss after reading this story, it doesn't matter, inspiration and understanding are not interdependent.

Just like he has always blindly admired Camus, but he has no idea whether Camus is an existentialist or not.

This piece bears the name of a neurotic short story without being too obscure.Mu Kang pretentiously tasted Camus' human sensibility, and put it in the music to make everything reasonable and romantic.

No one has any objection to Pai Mukang's works, and everyone is frantically studying the score.Mu Kang picked a chair and sat down beside him, checking the score one last time.

Lin Yan also followed.

Mu Kang: "Don't, let me check again."

It was the first time he let a fully-organized orchestra perform his own work. He was not sure, and he was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

Lin Yan: "I tried it several times last night, it's perfect."

Mu Kang took a breath, raised his head, and met Lin Yan's deep eyes.He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Lin Yan said softly: "Really, it's perfect."

Mu Kang stared at Lin Yan, and suddenly asked, "Why is your face still so red?"

Lin Yan: "..."

Mukang: "Is it too hot?"

Lin Yan: "...um."

"I also feel quite hot." Mu Kang closed the score and handed it to Lin Yan, "Since you said so, I can rest assured and go out for a cigarette."

Mu Kang stood up almost quickly and walked out without looking at Lin Yan again.He had been tense all night, but his heart rate seemed to reach its peak at the moment when he met Lin Yan's gaze.

The cold wind cleared his mind.Mu Kang shivered and lit his cigarette, the stimulation of nicotine calmed him down.He stared at the faint light of the cigarette butt, lost in thought.

Confused by my own clueless throbbing.

It's just a symphonic poem, what about it?

After thinking about it for a while and not understanding anything, Mu Kang clicked his tongue, threw away the cigarette butt and went back to the rehearsal hall.

Facts have proved that Lin Zhi is always right.The three-hour rehearsal completed more than half of the works, and it went very smoothly. The great talent Mu once again stunned the audience, and he was elated. After the rehearsal, everyone was sighing.

"There's nothing he can't write." Qiu Liming said helplessly to Li Chongyuan after putting away the instrument.

Li Chongyuan shrugged, and carefully observed the podium, where Mu Kang and Lin Yan were talking.

Most of the time, Mu Kang communicates with people with a half-empty attitude of "I don't care very much", but he cares about Lin Yan very much. When talking to Lin Yan, Mu Kang's eyes are so focused that they will shine.

Lin Yan obviously knew that Mu Kang cared about him, so his tone of speech to Mu Kang would be slightly different from others.However, Li Chongyuan is not sure how much Lin Yan knows about Mu Kang's "care".

Does he know that Mu Kang has never cared so much about a person.

Li Chongyuan stared at Lin Yan's beautiful face for a few seconds, then looked away.

As impeccable as ever, he couldn't figure out Lin Yan.

The author has something to say

Firebird: The Firebird, French L'Oiseaudefeu; Russian Жар-птица, Zhar-ptitsa, ballet, a masterpiece of Russian composer Igor Stravinsky (Igor Stravinsky).

Mutiny of a Confused Soul: A Story from Albert Camus' 1957 collection of short stories, "L'exile le Royaume".The novel is real, and the tune is my fiction.