Chapter 27：

At the end of the concert, it was already nine o'clock. After waiting for Tan Lao and Du Sheng to deliver all the guests, it was close to ten. At 10 o'clock in the late autumn b city, it was still very chilly. Tan Lao did not leave more to celebrate, and Du Sheng drove a few people to go home.

In the car, Du Sheng kept praising his performance tonight, and asked him why he did not accept Daniel's kindness and strive for this opportunity to go to Europe for further study. You should know that Daniel's Paris Conservatory of Music and the Royal Conservatory of Music are all world-class top music academies. People who are a little bit worse can't even touch their thresholds.

I have to show that I still want to hone in China, and I have no plans for further study.

Although Du Sheng felt pity, he did not say anything more. However, Tan’s eyes looked at him for a long time, and suddenly he asked: “Small seven, you... are you familiar with you?”

When I heard the rumor, I shook my head subconsciously. "Tan Lao, I didn't see him before you introduced me to Mr. Yu last time. How can I get used to it?"

Tan Lao casually "hmm", he did not say more in this regard, he said: "You are not too young, since you are not willing to go to study now, you must have your own reasons, you Knowing the grasp of the scale. This year's last turn of the tour has ended. Before the New Year concert, you only need to come to the orchestra to rehear several times a week. Xiaoqi, do you have any plans?"

In fact, before Tan Lao asked, I already knew that I would be very leisurely for more than a month. As an assistant chief, he only played a few songs instead of Du Sheng, so his rehearsal was still very small, and apart from that, he had no other things to do.

After thinking about it, I smiled and bent my throat and nodded. "Thank you, Tan Lao’s concern, I have plans."

If this matter is put a month ago, I am afraid that Tan Zhenghui has to say a few words at the moment, "What are you going to do?", "If you want to take good care of your time, you can't relax." The growth of Yan is always true and true. His previous considerations and hesitations have long since disappeared.

So Tan Lao just nodded and said that he knew it, and he never asked again.

The family was the closest, Du Sheng first drove to the downstairs, and then sent Tan Lao back.

In the cold and cold night wind, the young and handsome young man dressed in a bright red dress, carefully watched the black car leave, the red is like a flame burning in the night, people can not ignore.

When Du Sheng’s rear lights disappeared completely at the end of the road, he only slightly raised his head and turned to the floor. There was a hint of helpless smile in the light amber pupil. He pressed the "26" sign on the elevator and watched the golden numbers on the elevator constantly change.

The developments this evening are indeed beyond the expectations of the cricket, but...

It is similar to what he thinks.

Before the concert he entered the B-symphony orchestra, Tan Lao began to plan. After he deliberately left a place for him to perform, Tan Lao was considered to be well-intentioned.

Before Zheng Weiqiao left the scene, he took a sly, and excitedly said that he would immediately write a manuscript after he went back, and he would publish the performance of this evening.

Zheng Weiqiao’s reputation is still quite loud in the Chinese music industry. He is a student of the aunt, and his violin level is not low, and he also has some writing skills. I understand that as long as his article can be published, it will definitely cause a lot of repercussions.

Therefore, the effect that Tan Lao wants to manufacture is also truly achieved.

At this time, I don’t know, and in a certain apartment that is separated from him by a small city, a man with a face of Sven is scratching his eyes on the computer screen. The square computer screen on the square is full of dense square characters, and Zheng Weiqiao tangled and banged on the keyboard.

After more than half an hour, he suddenly took a long breath and excitedly sent the manuscript to several music newspapers and magazines he was familiar with, waiting for the next day to receive a reply from the other party.

But this time Zheng Zhengqiao did not think that he had just got up from the computer and had not taken two steps. Suddenly he heard a message that sounded behind him. Zheng Weiqiao quickly turned and looked at it -

[Music Hall - Xiao Wang: Zheng Ge, you don't need this manuscript. The boss decided to personally practice and write a manuscript with the same theme. 】

[Music of Music - Li Jie: Xiao Zheng, it’s unfortunate that we just finished writing a manuscript about your subject, and we won’t be able to take your hand for a few months. 】

[Classical music - Achen: Zheng Ge, you are so unfortunate, Lu Jie said that she intends to write your own topic! We can't take this manuscript, oh...]

......

There are still three or four messages similar to this one, all from the classical music media that Zheng Weiqiao is familiar with. These are well-known regular magazines and periodicals in the city of B. In addition to the weekly magazines, there are many semi-monthly and monthly magazines. Zheng Zheng’s manuscripts are also popular goods for them. When the market is relatively bad, they even have to rush to the magazine. Zheng Weiqiao is never expected, this time...

Did he actually encounter Waterloo? ! ! !

Zheng Weiqiao squatted for a long time, then quickly sat back to his seat, carefully and carefully read his manuscript three times from beginning to end, and finally found the editor of the "Music Hall" Xiao Wang, typing: [Xiao Wang ah Are you mistaken? The theme I wrote was about 戚暮, the new assistant chief of the B City Symphony Orchestra, not the theme of the concert organized by Tan Lao tonight. The manuscript written by Zhang Zong can be used as the first draft, and my post as a supplementary manuscript. 】

Zheng Weiqiao just opened the editorial of "Sound of Music", Li Jie's chat box has not been typed, and Xiao Wang's reply came over there: [No Zheng Ge, the editor-in-chief said that you have to hand-write a manuscript about you. . 】

When Zheng Weiqiao heard the words, he even asked other media such as "The Sound of Music" and "Classical Music" and even got a unified reply.

These months, the bosses who didn't hand-write a manuscript automatically, actually decided to write a manuscript for their own hands? !

This is no less than a small earthquake!

Zheng Weiqiao’s face was a joy. The first thing that came to mind was to call and tell him the good news. But when he just picked up his mobile phone, he remembered that it was already in the middle of the night. It is estimated that he had rested. So he could only send a text message with awkwardness.

This kind of feeling that there is no way to share with others with good news is really too bad.

The more I think Zheng Weiqiao feels that there is a fire blocking in my heart, how can it be unreasonable, it is really uncomfortable. Within a few minutes, he couldn't help but send a message to him, notifying him that "Friends of Music" also rejected his manuscript; three minutes later, "Listen to Sound" was also accurately rejected. After five minutes, it is...

So, when he woke up from his sleep the next day, he just turned on his mobile phone and saw Zheng Weiqiao’s 13 consecutive text messages. Since the first one was sent at 1 am, it was sent until 3 o'clock in the morning. Willing to give up.

While drinking the hot milk that had just been heated from the microwave oven, he watched Zheng Weiqiao's emotional message that even the punctuation was not used. His eyes stayed on Zheng Weiqiao's last text message for a long time.

The slender fingers on the glass table seem to be inadvertently knocking, giving a rhythmic rhythm. For a long time, I finally gave Zheng Weiqiao a call and prepared a stomach to comfort the other person's words.

The delicate brows picked up slightly, and the phone was just connected. He sighed and said: "Zheng Ge, you don't have to be too upset, I know..." You are very sad when you are retired...

"Hey, are you awake?! Hey, I am so happy today!" The second half of the 戚暮 还 还 , , , , 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑 郑It’s so happy, I will pick you up later, and your nephew is very happy. I have burned a few dishes for you. You can try it.”

"..."

Was it so happy to be retired? Will it not be grief and mental disorder?

A scorpion, hurry and said: "Zheng Ge, you don't want to smile, just being retired from the 12th manuscript. I believe there are still magazines that will collect your manuscript. If it doesn't work, I will go to Tan. Old talk, see if he is familiar..."

"Well? Strong smile? Xiaoqi, what are you talking about?"

"He has a familiar media..." His voice suddenly stopped. He suddenly thought of something hungry, then frowned slightly, and asked inexplicably: "Don't you... because you have been retired." Sad, I sent 13 text messages to me one night and told me that you have been rejected?"

"..." After a long silence, there was a burst of laughter on the phone. Zheng Weiqiao said with a big laugh: "Small seven, I forgot to tell you, the theme of my manuscript is to introduce you. The performance at the concert last night, and the reason why these magazines rejected my manuscript...is their editor or the main writer to write the manuscript for you personally!"

"...?!"

"Small seven, this is really good! Not much to say, meet and talk again, I will pick you up now! Haha!"

Listening to the beep on the phone, I was still a little squatting, and I didn’t respond. When he walked up to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he couldn't help but smash the scorpion, and some looked at the horizon on the east side, the rising sun in the round.

The sun was so hot and hot that even if the sky was covered with thick clouds, it penetrated without hindrance and sprinkled light on the long-sleeved land. The golden daylight falls on the youth's hair, as if it were set with a layer of gold.

After a long while, I just laughed and laughed, and whispered reluctantly: "It turned out to be such a small matter. I thought Zheng Ge was worried that there would be no rice bowl in the future."

The 26-story view is extremely open, and the youthful figure of Qingjun is reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass, forming a blurred shadow. What I don't know is that on the same piece of glass, it reflects the back of another man's tall silence.

This small single apartment is separated from the wall by a wall and is a high-rise apartment. The lower floor has an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, and the upper floor area is nearly 300 square meters. The whole room style is black and white-based postmodern style. Like the owner of the room, it seems to be whispered.

At this moment, Yongzheng stood facing the glass in front of the window, bowed his head and took a small sugar cube carefully into the coffee. When the white candy piece gradually became light brown coffee, he took a cup and took a sip.

"..."

Another two cubes of sugar were put into the coffee cup. At this moment, the man tasted it with satisfaction.

The sun is shining outside the window, and the sky is white and white. The autumn wind in the early morning of the autumn blows through the clouds scattered in the sky, making them flutter like a catkins.

It’s a... good weather.

——The neighbors separated by two walls are feeling together.