Yang Jingxing was smart: "I know what to say, don't worry."

Le Xian: "Thank you, don't worry about other things... Okay, are you busy during the day so you can answer the phone?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I have class in the morning, and you will be late after class."

Le Xian was no longer in a hurry: "Then I'll take a good look first and then contact you when it's convenient for you. That's it."

After arriving at Li Yingzhen's house, Yang Jingxing first showed off to his teacher: "The people in New Zealand said they are going to rehearse the symphony. If there is a performance, I want to go there."

Li Yingzhen frowned after a brief expression of surprise: "Why didn't you discuss it with us first? What did Director He, Professor Gong, say?"

Yang Jingxing explained: "I sent it first because I was anxious, before I had time to report to Director He."

Li Yingzhen felt guilty that she was not strict in discipline: "You kid, at least give me a call first."

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "I just finished it last night. I didn't expect them to be so efficient."

Li Yingzhen couldn't control her joyful expression. She looked at Yang Jingxing sullenly for a while and scolded: "...You have been in such a hurry for hours and a half...Old Zhao, Old Zhao...look at this kid..."

My wife was different from Li Yingzhen, but she was happy for Yang Jingxing. She first thought of calling her son and daughter-in-law who had gone out to buy groceries. Don't buy them. Go out to eat today.

Li Yingzhen has a lot of questions, how many movements are there in the piece, how long is it, and is there a lot of piano scenes?

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Not much. There are more than thirty measures in total, just the first and fourth movements."

Li Yingzhen was a professor of the piano department after all, so she was very suspicious: "It's a bit short... I want you to come over and participate in the premiere?"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

Li Yingzhen was suspicious: "Why are you so happy this time?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Lexian called me. I have no choice but to save my face."

Li Yingzhen asked: "Did she call you?"

Yang Jingxing explains.

Li Yingzhen was very unhappy: "It's not confirmed yet? I'm asking you for conditions without anything in writing!?"

My wife comforted me: "What's the problem? They're not all the same."

An Xin, who seemed a little at a loss when she heard the news, also thought: "It's definitely no problem, I'm not sure I wouldn't say that."

Li Yingzhen is very strict: "There is a problem with your attitude!"

My wife was very angry: "No one else has said that Yang Jingxing has a problem with his attitude."

Yang Jingxing: "You said something fair."

Li Yingzhen was defeated by her four fists, so she changed the subject and ordered Yang Jingxing: "Hurry up and call Director He... have you called Xin Ting... don't wait until you confirm... maybe they have told her... she should know."

Call me…”

After a series of notifications and phone calls, it was already half past nine when Yang Jingxing and An Xin were sent to the piano room. Only then did An Xin remember: "Congratulations."

Yang Jingxing refused: "No use, go to class."

An Xin chuckled: "Xinting must be very happy."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I won't bring her anything to eat."

An Xin smiled: "I feel happier when I see people."

Yang Jingxing's expression calmed down: "Sit, play."

Although he was dissatisfied with Yeromil's attitude, Li Yingzhen asked three times in the morning, but there was still no call? Later, He Hongchui and Gong Xiaoling came to Li Yingzhen's house with a thick score, and the academic activities began immediately. There was a room full of people.

My sister-in-law can't read music, so she can only quietly go back to her room to watch the Olympic Games. She may find it completely boring to be alone, so she goes out to watch the academic conference again.

He Hongchui still respects the piano department: "Anxin, please continue practicing and don't be affected..."

An Xin was obviously affected and her playing was not stable. No matter what Yang Jingxing said, it was useless: "...If you can't be stable on such a small thing, what will you do if you sit in the finals?"

An Xin looked at the piano keys and remembered: "I wonder if the concerto will be performed?"

Yang Jingxing said sincerely: "Xinting is still far from good at doing her own thing. There are already so many good pianists in the world, no more, no more, no less. Even if Xinting has a chance, just be happy for her.

Don't think too much."

An Xin nodded: "I'm sure I'm happy...it doesn't matter, I should be able to adjust after today."

Yang Jingxing didn't push too hard: "Take a rest."

After lectures and listening to lectures, I took a break. A group of academic professors and elders outside quickly expressed their condolences. Moreover, the professor of the composition department was much more efficient than Jeromil. Gong Xiaoling had already seen it: "Jing Xing, let me guess, first

In the first movement, the sonata form is relatively calm and beautiful. In the second movement, after the first two measures, the third or fourth measures are over, and suddenly, it feels like a mountain is falling apart, especially in the later part, and the second movement only has more than a hundred measures.

The third movement is more complicated... The rondo in the fourth movement is really good. I just took a quick look at it and I think it has something to do with May 12th?"

Yang Jingxing panicked: "I thought I hid it better."

The elders were very solemn. He Hongchui said solemnly: "Why hide it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I will admit it to the teacher, please don't tell anyone... I don't want to make this a topic."

Gong Xiaoling simply nodded lovingly and agreed: "If you don't say it, we will all avoid this topic in the future... But I have a suggestion, should we find a band of our own to arrange it too?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I will ask the company commander."

Gong Xiaoling looked happy: "Mr. Ding must be so happy that he will really see such a good work in his lifetime."

Vice President He was skeptical: "In terms of innovation alone, it is actually not as good as the concerto in general."

Li Yingzhen complimented the composition department a little: "You can't just seek newness..."

Gong Xiaoling agreed with the woman: "Yes, there is a give-and-take...you just gave it to Niu Ai without saying anything?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know what to say."

Gong Xiaoling nodded in relief: "Yeromil is really discerning and can make prompt decisions...Foreigner, you sometimes seem careless, but your attitude towards music is still very meticulous."

Zhao Xingfu’s point of view is: “It’s not China that can sit in that position…”

Yang Jingxing reminded: "There are so many people with seats, so be careful what you say."

Zhao Xingfu was afraid: "I almost forgot."

Li Yingzhen said solemnly: "You two!"

Gong Xiaoling gently reminded Yang Jingxing: "From now on, I will be a well-deserved composer. It doesn't matter in private. You have to be careful outside."

He Hong asked: "When are you going to see Mr. Ding?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Tomorrow afternoon."

He Hong lowered his head: "We will go with you... I will make a phone call later. You can't be excited at such an old age."

Gong Xiaoling was worried: "You said today that the old man can't sleep well."

Yang Jingxing went to Li Yingzhen to file a complaint: "Please take charge of it quickly. I'm going to blow your student's mind to the point where they don't know how high the sky is."

Li Yingzhen reminded displeasedly: "Are you my only student?"

He Hongchui said seriously: "There is no need to flatter you, seek truth from facts, but it is certainly not perfect."

My sister-in-law couldn't help but become anxiously curious: "Is it as good as Mozart or Beethoven?"

The professors didn't answer, so Zhao Xingfu came on his own: "If Yang Jingxing was a composer of that era, this work could have been passed down to this day... maybe."

Gong Xiaoling's opinion is: "This statement is actually true for many outstanding modern composers..."

Li Yingzhen spoke impatiently at her home: "Stop talking about him...go back to class!"

People were under the eaves, He Hongchui could only nod: "Yes, go quickly, there is still one hour..."

When the two young people returned to the piano room, An Xin chuckled: "Actually, your talent in composing is no worse than that of the piano, but it's just not as intuitive, so it takes time."

Yang Jingxing was completely shameless: "Piano is the real genius, so I choose students who have requirements. Don't doubt me again in the future."

An Xin really smiled: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!