At 8:30 a.m. on Saturday, Yang Jingxing and 306 gathered at the Chinese Orchestra. In addition to the girls' beautiful and decent dresses, the orchestra was also well prepared, including a pair of high-end Four Treasures of the Study, a banner praising Ding Sangpeng's great virtues, and flowers.

A big bunch, and several large and small packed boxes.

After the group leader lectured for a while, Yang Jingxing followed Wu Qiuning and 306 on the bus. Wen Fujiang and Lu Baiyong had special buses, but there was no one else.

The sun was already dazzling outside, and the girls all chose seats in a row to avoid the sun. Yang Jingxing shamelessly sat with Qi Qingnuo in the two seats behind Wu Qiuning.

The bus was very clean and comfortable, but some girls felt that the air conditioner was too cold. The driver quickly adjusted it and opened the sunroof to ease it, and then asked how the 306 felt.

There was no too much fuss in the car along the way. The girls shared their understanding of Ding Sangpeng's achievements with each other. It seemed that they had done a lot of homework.

The journey takes nearly an hour. Ding Sangpeng's home is relatively suburban. It is considered a townhouse. However, the appearance of the three-story building is not so luxurious, and the surrounding environment is relatively ordinary.

Ding Sangpeng's home seemed unprepared, with only six people welcoming the Chinese orchestra. Two young people took over the banners presented by Wen Fujiang and Lu Baiyong, and Ding Sangpeng welcomed everyone in good spirits.

The flowers were presented by Qi Qingnuo, who smiled brightly: "I wish you good health and always smile."

Ding Sangpeng happily shook hands with Qi Qingnuo to thank him, and someone took the flowers.

Then there was Yang Jingxing, who told the truth: "This is a gift from the band to you. I will help you get it. I also wish you good health and a smile."

Next is Liu Siman...

The overall elegant living room is very spacious, and it is more than enough for nearly twenty guests to sit down on the sofas and chairs. Ding Sangpeng's grandchildren are also in their thirties and forties, and they prepare tea more diligently than the nanny and invite everyone to eat fruit snacks.

Wen Fujiang was extremely envious of Ding Sangpeng's calligraphy and painting, flowers and plants, and the surrounding environment. He said it was no wonder that the old man lived so long. 306 also echoed the words of the group leader, showing that he was a folk music artist.

Gao Pianpian was qualified to comment on those calligraphy and paintings, and seemed to comment professionally on the old man's good writing. Wen Fujiang introduced Gao Pianpian to Ding Sangpeng again, which made the old man very happy and praised Gao Pianpian's grandfather.

After the courtesy was over, Ding Sangpeng, accompanied by Wen Fujiang and Lu Baiyong, chatted with 306. He kindly cared about each girl carefully. How old are they? What are their hobbies? What are their ideals?

Are you happy at work...

Finally it was Yang Jingxing's turn, and Ding Sangpeng called him: "Bring the chair over."

Yang Jingxing carried a high-backed chair over and sat in front of Ding Sangpeng's sofa, looking so out of place.

Ding Sangpeng asked: "Have you participated in any activities recently?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Just watch their performance, nothing else."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Don't let yourself be too busy and have no time to create."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I remember."

Ding Sangpeng asked again: "Do you have any habits when you create?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a moment and said, "I like to be quieter."

Ding Sangpeng asked: "Should I take notes? Should I write down my experience?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I have some notes, but no insights."

Ding Sangpeng started to blame: "That won't work, you have to write it. Just like a diary, it can temper yourself and stimulate your emotions and creativity."

Yang Jingxing nodded along with everyone.

Ding Sangpeng said: "I have always had this habit for decades."

Yang Jingxing was nervous: "When did you start? Am I still in time?"

Ding Sangpeng laughed with everyone: "Of course you can in time, keep at it, and you will feel the effects... Wenzhi, bring me my box."

The sixty-year-old son got up and went, and his grandson followed to help. The so-called box was on the cabinet by the wall. It was a plastic box with a sealable lid. It was as big as a small suitcase, but much thicker. A group of people watched closely.

, you can see through the translucent plastic that it is full of neat notebooks and stacks of paper, but it is obviously old.

The box was moved on the coffee table behind Yang Jingxing, and he also looked at it.

Ding Sangpeng said: "This is something I have accumulated over decades of working in music. You can take it back and see if it will be helpful to some extent."

The old man was very downplayed, but the guests were obviously shocked.

Yang Jingxing rubbed his knees: "Mr. Ding...I don't dare to take it...although I really want to see it."

No one laughed, and Ding Sangpeng was modest: "They are very messy things. You should be able to understand them. If you don't understand, you can ask me...you can open them."

Yang Jingxing solemnly opened the lid and was greeted by the smell of insect repellent. He took out the large book at the top with both hands. Judging from the texture and color, it seemed to be quite old.

Ding Sangpeng said: "Give me this book. I did some editing myself. I originally wanted to write a book, but I found that some things are too difficult to explain clearly, and I don't want to be too wordy... Qi Qingnuo, come here too."

After Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing sat in front of him, Ding Sangpeng continued to explain: "I have numbered the contents inside. You can correspond from here... Take out the green book, below."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing worked together carefully, taking out a notebook with a hard plastic cover. Looking at the plastic shell and pattern, it looked like an antique.

Lu Baiyong spoke: "This is something from the 1960s and 1970s, haven't you seen it?"

Wen Fujiang sighed: "It's so nostalgic, Commander Qi, you should cherish it."

Qi Qingnuo said: "I have seen this kind of thing in our family."

Ding Sangpeng didn't care about this and opened the book: "My wife sold this to me when I started composing the Fourth Symphony. She was not in good health at that time... Look, in 1973, at that time you

They are all still children.”

Wen Fujiang and Lu Baiyong both laughed, as if they were childish, forgetting the bitterness and remembering the sweetness.

The Fourth Symphony is Ding Sangpeng's last symphonic work and has not been widely circulated.

On the title page of Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo, beautiful and elegant fonts read from top to bottom: I sincerely wish you to use your talent, wisdom and perseverance to make further contributions to the revolutionary music cause. Wife: Wen Huizhen. 1973

The third day of the twelfth lunar month.

After reading with Ding Sangpeng for a while, Qi Qingnuo said: "This page is enough for us to study until we are old."

Yang Jingxing nodded in agreement.

Ding Sangpeng said: "In these, I only describe work and study, which are separated from personal life... although they are inseparable."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing stood up in tacit understanding, stood on either side of Ding Sangpeng, and watched the old man turn the next page.

Judging from this page, Ding Sangpeng is actually very organized and rigorous. He first recorded the creative background of the work, including the sincere background of the times and his personal life background, and it appears to be relatively sophisticated.

Ding Sangpeng said: "These contents are not important now. If you are interested, you can read them later." Then he turned to the next page.

Now it’s time to get down to business. Ding Sangpeng explained: “Even if it’s just a motive, it needs to be considered over and over again…”

Next, Ding Sangpeng taught Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo how to read his work notes. The others were almost left alone, but fortunately this process only lasted about ten minutes.

After closing the book, Ding Sangpeng said to Yang Jingxing: "Take it back and take a look if you have time."

Yang Jingxing took the book with both hands and said sincerely, "Thank you, we will not let you down."

Wen Fujiang came forward, thanked Ding Sangpeng for Yang Jingxing and 306, and seemed very sincere and even moved to highly praise the great sentiments of the old art.

There was nothing new after that. The old, middle and young generations chatted happily. Ding Sangpeng did not put too much pressure on the young people, and it seemed that he also liked chatting.

At nearly twelve o'clock, Ding Sangpeng finally broke the bad news: "I won't let you eat."

Everyone was not disappointed, they all laughed and seemed understanding. Wen Fujiang said that he had come specially to treat Mr. Ding to dinner today. But Ding Sangpeng did not give him face. Although everyone said that he was not old at all and not troublesome, he still refused.

Go out.

Lu Baiyong seemed to understand Ding Sangpeng, so he discussed with Wen Fujiang whether to leave.

Wen Fujiang continued to say some blessings before giving the young man a chance: "Captain Qi, you and Yang Jingxing should also say a few words to Mr. Ding."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing expressed their thanks and blessings together, and Yang Jingxing also took advantage of the group leader's words: "I wish you a happy family, thank you. In fact, you are all my elders."

Afterwards, despite everyone's unanimous dissuasion, Ding Sangpeng got up and sent the guests out of the house.

Ding Sangpeng's son can be Yang Jingxing's grandfather, but he talks to Yang Jingxing like a friend: "Jing Xing, come and see dad when you have time and chat with him."

Ding Sangpeng said: "No, don't waste your time. Your time is precious."

Yang Jingxing, who was holding the big box, said, "Then I should ask you for advice and learn more."

Ding Sangpeng nodded and smiled again.

Looking back three times and getting into the car, Yang Jingxing pretended to be studious and put down the box and couldn't wait to open it. He started to read the books one by one. Qi Qingnuo could also read them, but the other girls and even Wu Qiuning only dared to watch.

The driver was joking: "What good stuff? Such a big box?"

Wu Qiuning chuckled: "It's just a good thing for them, we can't understand it."

Chai Litian looked at the manuscript score in Yang Jingxing's hand that was densely marked and revised and sighed: "They were so serious back then."

Yu Feifei said: "This is the secret book of martial arts. Uncle Wei wants to greatly improve his martial arts."

Qi Qingnuo found another book with Wen Huizhen's handwriting and showed it to Yang Jingxing: May you have a safe journey and return with a great reputation. Wenzhi and I are proud of you. 1965.

Let's share it and lament the love at that time. This Wu Qiuning has a little say, saying that times are different and everything is different.

Wen Fujiang called Qi Qingnuo and asked him if it was already time to go back to the band and finish lunch together. Qi Qingnuo said it was no trouble and everyone could just go back to school.

Wu Qiuning got off the bus halfway, and the driver took Yang Jingxing and 306 back to school. They became familiar with each other, and they all thanked them one after another when they got off the bus on the third floor, which made the driver laugh so hard his beer belly trembled.

There is definitely no hope in the cafeteria. Wang Rui is surprised: "Uncle Wei, you don't want to treat me?"

Yang Jingxing said: "In the evening, we will roast the whole lamb. Come and join us if you have time."

No one responded. Liu Siman even said to Qi Qingnuo: "Although I really want to eat, I won't disturb you."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Welfare, he has gained so much, why doesn't he have to pay some blood?"
To be continued...