Chatting all the way, the atmosphere was very relaxed. Yang Jingxing was familiar with the road, and before half past ten, the car slowly stopped in front of Ding Sangpeng's house. Yang Jingxing got out of the car and opened the door for the principal. The principal also arranged his hair, cufflinks and collar, making him look quite smart.

solemn.

Naturally, the principal was asked to go to the front. There was a distance of five and six meters from the fence of the small garden to the gate. Ding Sangpeng's son was already waiting outside the door, only nodding to greet the guests.

Before Ding Sangpeng could stand firm at the door while being supported by his grandson, the principal strode up to meet him, stretched out his arms to shake hands with the old man, and took the opportunity to support the old man a little, with obvious respect: "Mr. Ding, I'm sorry to bother you."

Ding Sangpeng smiled: "Welcome, please come in."

The principal completely supported Ding Sangpeng: "Slow down."

Ding Sangpeng's son invited He Hongchui into the house and asked Yang Jingxing: "Only drive one car?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Principal Yang's car... caused you trouble again today." Ding Sangpeng's explanation was that Yang Jingxing and his son were equals, so Yang Jingxing was forced to accept it.

The old man, who was about the same age as Grandpa Yang Jingxing, said, "Just come, daddy will be happy."

In the living room, the principal helped Ding Sangpeng sit down and wanted to help put the oxygen inhaler on the old man. Ding Sangpeng said it was not necessary and invited everyone to sit down.

Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law looks much younger than her husband, only about fifty years old, but the guests are too embarrassed to bother her with tea and water. It looks like a formal meeting. Except for his son, the rest of Ding Sangpeng's family members are sitting there.

Retired and didn't even show up.

The principal handed the small tea cup to Ding Sangpeng and said happily: "You are in good spirits."

Ding Sangpeng chuckled: "Okay, thank you."

The principal added: "It's quiet here and the air is better than in the city..."

But Ding Sangpeng said: "You have to walk a long way. I often tell Jing Xing that when you have time, just go to the nursing home and sit there. Don't waste so much time."

The principal said: "We came to disturb you..."

After being polite for a while, the principal embarrassedly decided to stay for lunch: "...Yang Jingxing said that you need to take a break after eating, so I will report the matter to you first."

But Ding Sangpeng said: "You can just do it. I won't ask. That's what Yang Jingxing and I said."

Yang Jingxing said: "The principal feels that at least he can give you an understanding so that the school can have a solid foundation."

He Hongchui said: "Yang Jingxing has done a lot of preparation work, but after all, he has no experience in this area and needs your advice."

Ding Sangpeng laughed: "I am a composer, Yang Jingxing is a composer, and you are also composers. I have no experience in publishing books. You can just help him more."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Mr. Ding, he is not only inexperienced but also has little confidence. Apart from the school, your advice is the most important."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "The principal insists on consulting you."

Principal Yang said: "I came to see you today to make final preparations for the establishment of the editorial committee."

Ding Sangpeng's son asked: "Does it require authorization?"

Principal Yang said: "Authorization is only one aspect. What we need more is Mr. Ding's opinion."

Ding Sangpeng said: "I have already given the authorization to Yang Jingxing."

He Hongchui said: "We understand your concern and trust in students, but Yang Jingxing is too junior. When he told me about this matter, his first thought was to ask Principal Yang to come forward. His consideration in this regard is relatively mature.

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Ding Sangpeng nodded, worried about the principal: "You are very busy."

The principal shook his head: "This is my highest honor. As long as you trust me, I will do my best."

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Of course I trust you...I also want to thank you for taking care of Yang Jingxing."

The principal said: "It is my duty to focus on cultivating and promoting outstanding students... Today Yang Jingxing also brought new works for you to review."

Ding Sangpeng stood up slightly and asked louder, "Concerto?"

He Hongchui nodded and opened his briefcase, while Yang Jingxing boasted: "The school has basically passed the test and is just waiting for your review."

Seeing that Ding Sangpeng was about to sit up straight, the principal quickly stretched out his hand to support the old man's shoulder and back, and asked He Hongchui to get the music sheet with his other hand. Ding Sangpeng's son got reading glasses for his father.

"Score." He Hongchui first handed over a thick stack of simple bindings.

The principal seemed worried about the weight of the score and the inconvenience of placing it on the coffee table for the elderly, so he stood up and bent over Ding Sangpeng's sofa to use it as a music stand, preparing to turn it over for the elderly to see.

However, Ding Sangpeng's son immediately brought a small desk, which was well designed. When placed horizontally on the sofa, the music score could be half-erected.

The principal still did not return to his seat. He bent over and turned over the music for Ding Sangpeng: "The technique is much more mature, maybe it's due to the form."

Ding Sangpeng said: "We must achieve integration without being rigid, and be accessible without being pretentious."

Yang Jingxing begged: "Can your request be lower?"

Ding Sangpeng's son smiled and ignored everyone.

The national treasure in the field of composition began to read the score and gestured to the principal to sit back in his seat.

After two minutes of silence, Ding Sangpeng turned the page twice, and his son began to chat with the guests: "If my father's health permits, he still wants to wait until the celebration to visit the school."

The principal was happy: "It's a great welcome. It's a great honor."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Mr. Ding's spirit is so good that he can even attend the school's centennial anniversary."

The son, who was already over sixty years old, laughed: "At that time, I'm afraid I won't be able to move either..." His eyes suddenly showed concern for his father, because Ding Sangpeng turned to the third page and raised his right hand tremblingly.

Under the collective gaze, Ding Sangpeng's dry fingers seemed to be holding a baton, and his arms and wrists drew elegant curves steadily and slowly, and then started to beat again and again, seeming to have vitality.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ding Sangpeng's son added: "It's just a light meal at noon..."

Ding Sangpeng looked at the music score defiantly, while the others continued chatting. The principal's phone vibrated, but he only glanced at it, hung up and put it back in his bag.

After watching about half of the first movement, Ding Sangpeng suddenly said: "When will it premiere?"

The principal adjusted his body position and reported: "We plan to hold the National Day piano master class..."

Ding Sangpeng nodded and continued to look at the principal.

The principal was more detailed: "Yesterday, I discussed and decided with Director He, Professor Li, to cooperate with the school orchestra. Yang Jingxing selected the conductor and some members himself. He hopes to lead everyone to participate as students. We are very supportive and have a lot of enthusiasm for the work.

I have confidence, so I am ready to take the opportunity to recommend it.”

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Thank you, thank you..."

He Hongchui added: "This time he played it himself."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Okay, very good, I'm going."

Although they were chatting, the principal's and Yang Jingxing's phones vibrated one after another, and they both just looked at it and put it down. Yang Jingxing's call was from Zhang Yanhao, but he didn't call a second time.

In about half an hour, Ding Sangpeng finally finished reading the first movement. He put his hands on the desk and said to Yang Jingxing: "You have Tang Qing's phone number. You call him and invite him to be a guest. Make an appointment early. He is better than Tang Qing."

I'm busy."

Yang Jingxing hesitated: "No need?"

Ding Sangpeng’s son advised: “Just make an appointment if I ask you to.”

The principal also said: "Let's fight."

Yang Jingxing picked up the phone and dialed. The long distance was quite time-consuming, which made Qi Qingnuo suspect that no one answered.

But it still got through, and the voice on the other side was loud and clear: "Hey, brother Yang."

Yang Jingxing still respected: "Hello, Teacher Tang Qing, may I disturb you?"

Tang Qing said: "No, I'm on vacation in Baishawan. I invited your girlfriend last time, but it's a pity that they didn't have time."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "You have fun, and we will pay homage to your footsteps when we have the chance."

Tang Qing laughed: "Brother Yang, there must be something happy about calling him?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I'm not happy, I'm here to cause trouble for you. Without taking up your time, let me make a long story short. In early October, our school has an international piano master class. I have a newly completed concerto to join in the fun. I don't know if I can invite it.

Teacher Tang is here to give guidance."

Tang Qing seemed to hesitate for a moment: "...Then I will join in the fun and meet Lao Ding by the way."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Do you want to talk to Mr. Ding? I'm right next to him."

Tang Qing laughed loudly: "... As expected, okay, you give him a call."

Ding Sangpeng could hold the mobile phone, and his wrinkles were bright: "Hello, Old Tang...it's me...if it wasn't me, why don't you come...a little joke...I just got it, and I just read a piece of music...can you not...

Xu Yixing...Okay, I'll let him inform you...just hang up."

The phone call between two old representatives from both sides of the Taiwan Strait was so simple that few people around were not satisfied with it.

After Yang Jingxing sat back down, the principal advised Ding Sangpeng: "You can rest for a while and watch again. We all feel that the last two movements can better showcase Yang Jingxing's talent."

Ding Sangpeng said: "I'm not tired."

The principal did not let up: "Yang Jingxing entered this year's Chime Award with his first work. Originally we planned to ask you to serve as the chairman of the jury, but unfortunately we had some unnecessary worries at the time. Now that you are in good spirits, I wonder if we can invite you to serve as the chairman of the jury.

As the honorary chairman, can you provide some guidance to our judging panel?"

Ding Sangpeng shook his head and waved his hands: "Avoid suspicion, avoid suspicion."

The principal seemed annoyed at his lack of consideration: "Yes, you are right."

Ding Sangpeng recalled with a smile: "But my fate with Yang Jingxing also originated from the composition competition. At that time, they came to invite me. I hesitated for a while, but then I went again."

He Hongchui explained to the principal: "Last year, a hundred flowers bloomed."
To be continued...