On Sunday morning, Yang Jingxing went to pick up Tao Meng on time. But after waiting at the gate for a quarter of an hour, he saw Tao Meng coming out with her father and grandma. Tao Meng's father seemed to be a filial son, holding his mother's hand. Tao Meng

Meng followed her grandma without any fake dimples on her face.

Yang Jingxing got off the car and walked to the door to greet him with a smile on his face: "Hello grandma, hello uncle."

Grandma Tao Meng was slightly happy: "Xiao Yang, it's so early, have you had breakfast?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I've eaten."

Tao Meng's father looked at Yang Jingxing from a distance of one or two meters, the sparse hair on the top of his head shaking in the cold wind. Perhaps because he was not dressed thickly enough, his eyes were also affected by the ambient temperature and were cold.

Tao Meng took two more steps to get closer to Yang Jingxing, turning slightly sideways so that she could face Yang Jingxing while taking care of her father and grandma. She glanced at Yang Jingxing, then at her father, and finally stopped at the monitor in the guard room opposite.

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About ten seconds had passed, and Tao Meng and his daughter were silent. The old man again spoke with concern: "Why are you only wearing so little? It's cold."

Yang Jingxing said: "With thermal underwear, I am in good health."

The old man asked again: "Where do you want to play with Mengmeng?"

Yang Jingxing replied: "We are going to sing at KTV."

"Just the two of you?" Tao Meng's father finally spoke, but his tone was frozen by the cold wind.

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes."

Tao Meng's father glanced at Tao Meng, and then said to Yang Jingxing: "We have something to do today, and Tao Meng can't go."

Yang Jingxing was not surprised and nodded: "Oh."

Tao Meng looked at her father and hummed, but did not make any coquettish expressions or movements.

Yang Jingxing said, "Then I'll leave first. See you grandma and see you uncle." He glanced at Tao Meng again before turning around.

Before Yang Jingxing got in the car, Tao Meng's father said to her: "Go home."

Tao Meng did not move, looking at Yang Jingxing's back and watching him get into the car. The front of the car was facing this direction, and it quickly started to hit the road.

Grandma Tao Meng pulled her granddaughter's arm: "Mengmeng, I'm home."

Tao Meng turned around and walked away quickly without waiting for her father and grandma to join her. The father showed dignity at this time and growled: "Stop! Help grandma."

Grandma took the initiative to hold her granddaughter's hand and comforted her: "It's okay, you can go there next time."

But the son opposed his mother: "There will be no next time!"

Tao Meng's chin had been shaking for a long time, and then the tears finally fell. When *** was worried: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay... Just let her go!"

The father's chin was also trembling. He hadn't seen his daughter cry in a long time. He was so angry that he raised his voice: "No, there is no need to discuss!"

After crying all the way home, Tao Meng quickly entered her room. Grandma knocked on the door for a long time before going in. She also sat by the bed and wiped her granddaughter's tears: "Stop crying, be good, your father is in a bad mood too, don't blame him.

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Tao Meng cried loudly and her shoulders began to shake.

When *** is anxious: "Stop crying, be good, I will accompany you when the holiday comes."

"I'm not going!" Tao Meng roared, tears flying from his eyes.

Grandma consoled her: "Your father is worried. People in society are complicated... You shouldn't lie to your father either."

Tao Meng looked at her grandma and cried: "I hate it so much...his look..."

When *** said: "Then you give me a call and explain it to Xiao Yang."

"I don't!" Tao Meng said louder, "He can do whatever he wants!"

When *** asked again: "Is Xiao Yang pursuing you?"

Tao Meng cried even more sadly, and had to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. When the policeman said: "Don't blame your father, there are many young men like that in Jiupu sea, many of them are white-collared, fair-looking, and specialized in cheating.

A lady from a rich family..."

Tao Meng begged: "Stop talking!"

Grandma explained: "I'm not talking about Xiao Yang. Your father doesn't know him well, so he may not have a good impression of him when they first meet. Take your time."

Tao Meng beat the bed: "I don't, I don't!"

"I'm going to tell your father, don't cry..." the old man comforted and went out.

After about ten minutes, mother and son returned to Tao Meng's room together and found that she was still wiping tears. Tao Meng's father sat next to his daughter and his voice became gentler: "First of all, you shouldn't lie to us and say there are many people. You

Now I am away from home every weekend, and I talk about going with my friends every time. Is it Yang Jingxing? We have talked about this kind of thing, why don’t you tell me honestly? "

Tao Meng was still angry: "It's nothing, I don't need to tell you!"

Tao Meng's father said: "Whether it is an ordinary friend or what this person wants, at least we should know that we are not worried if we are not at home all day long? I don't say what kind of person this Yang Jingxing must be, even if he is a musician

Family, but if you want to be friends with him, I also need to understand the situation! In fact, who is a musician? The most worrying thing is those literary young fake artists, they are gang fraud, they will cheat everything! What is your relationship?

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"It's okay!" Tao Meng stopped using any force, fearing to shock her grandma who was wiping her tears.

Being a father is also annoying: "Since it doesn't matter, why are you crying? Then don't meet me in the future!"

"If you don't see it, you'll see it." Tao Meng seemed to have given up.

When *** advises: "Speak well, speak well!"

Tao Meng's father became gentler again: "If you feel that I have a bad attitude towards your friend and hurt your face, just call him and apologize."

"I don't." Tao Meng said firmly.

The father was too lazy to give in and said, "Then don't cry. Get ready. Let's go back to Songjiang."

When *** really worked hard, he said: "I'll fight?"

"No!" Tao Meng reached out and grabbed the phone from the table.

Grandma said: "I came all the way so early in the morning and then went back..."

"Leave him alone!" It seemed that Tao Meng was on his father's side.

After Yang Jingxing returned to school, he went to 402. After struggling for two hours, he called Yu Xinting and asked to pick her up to have lunch with her. Yu Xinting was surprised: "Why are you back so early?"

Yang Jingxing said, "It's time to take the exam. I'll go back and get your clothes first."

After Yang Jingxing went home and picked up his clothes, he went to wait for Yu Xinting. Jiajia's parents found him again and came downstairs to invite him to dinner. Jiajia's mother said, "Teacher Yu said you were coming over, so I cooked a lot of rice."

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Yang Jingxing blamed: "She said I'm good at eating?"

Jiajia's father laughed: "No, no, you are such a big man... go up. If you don't go, we won't let Teacher Yu come down."

Yang Jingxing was more respectful than obeying his orders. He went upstairs and entered the room. Yu Xinting and Jiajia welcomed him together. Jiajia was still very cute: "Hello, brother."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Hello Jiajia, I've grown taller!"

Yu Xinting was embarrassed: "Jiajia won't let me leave."

Yang Jingxing said again: "Thank you Jiajia." He asked Yu Xinting: "Have you told An Xin?"

Yu Xinting nodded: "I called."

Although it is a small house of more than 100 square meters, it is exquisitely decorated and has a strong feeling of home. There is a home theater in the living room. Looking at the positions of several speakers and playback equipment, Jiajia's father should be an audiophile. Play

There are two CD cabinets on both sides of the device, with an estimated four to five hundred discs.

Jiajia's father asked Yang Jingxing to sit down and poured him tea. Jiajia's mother went into the kitchen to get busy, saying that the meal would be ready soon.

Before Yang Jingxing asked, Jiajia's father couldn't help it anymore: "I'm making a fool of myself." He carefully took down a few CDs from the shelf and showed them to Yang Jingxing, and introduced them: "I asked my friends to bring them from abroad."

Yang Jingxing looked at it and said, "I've heard of this one, but our school doesn't have it."

Jiajia's father was surprised: "Have you never heard of it?"

Yang Jingxing laughed and told his own situation. Although he had listened to countless CDs or MP3s, the best equipment he had ever used was the small speaker at home, and he had never seen any precious original CDs.

Jiajia's father was amused. He probably was more experienced in this area, so he introduced it to Yang Jingxing. He knew the recording situation of those CDs very well. Not only did the orchestra and conductor know it by heart, but he also knew the recording studio or concert hall of that company.

He knows everything about everything, even the principal clarinet and trumpet.

Yang Jingxing was like a layman, and he listened to what Jiajia's father said so eloquently. After spitting, Jiajia's father put the CD into the player and asked Yang Jingxing to sit in the ideal seat.

This is Beethoven's Third Symphony conducted by Furtwängler with the Vienna Philharmonic. It was recorded in 1944, but Jiajia's father is willing to use it to show off his equipment, so there must be something unique about it.

Jiajia's father is not only easy to collect, but he also seems to know a lot about technical things. He told Yang Jingxing how this recording version was transcribed by the company and how excellent it was.

Yu Xinting and Jiajia also sat down. Jiajia's father glanced at the kitchen door, closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and then sat on the sofa next to Yang Jingxing before starting to play.

After the speaker started to vibrate, Yang Jingxing gently and slowly placed the tea cup on the coffee table, then sat comfortably and listened quietly.

Jiajia's father does have the capital to show off, and his playback equipment is really top-notch. Sitting there, Yang Jingxing felt like he was sitting in a quiet concert hall with only himself as an audience. The orchestra on the stage played very neatly and quite well.

Beethoven's voice is so magnificent, thorough and clear that you can even hear which instrument is in which position!

Yang Jingxing's ears are particularly picky and keen. He has listened to many versions of Beethoven, but this one is the best so far. Compared with the increasingly commercial performances of these great music by orchestras nowadays, Furtwenge

Le's performance of Beethoven's characteristics in that era was particularly original. Moreover, the audio equipment here is not comparable to the headphones in school and the small speakers at home, allowing Yang Jingxing to hear many details that he could not pursue before.
To be continued...