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Chapter 446 The Fishing Boat Sings Late
"Secretary He, Yang Fan is now traveling along the river with his female companion. Before that, he also rejected the dinner I arranged for the evening." Boss Wei said to Boss He on the phone in embarrassment.

Boss He felt a little unhappy: "Xiao Wei, is this young man from the Wen family not good at communication?"

A reception banquet is a reception banquet, and a dinner is a dinner, and they should not be confused.

Yang Fan rejected the dinner arranged by Boss Wei, which was equivalent to not giving Boss Wei and He any face.

Boss Wei shook his head: "I don't think so. On the contrary, he is very good at talking. It seems that there is no field that he can't talk about. This is the first time I have met such a well-informed person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable."

Boss He was surprised that Wei Xiaodi didn't add "youth" to modify it, which means that Yang Fan is very talented and learned.

"It doesn't matter. We have fulfilled our friendship as a landlord. He has his own itinerary. Maybe he just wants to have fun and doesn't want to be disturbed. Then let him go." Boss He didn't care too much. , It's normal not to give others face.

After hesitating for a while, Boss Wei said, "Then, Secretary He, I'm going back to report to you face to face now?"

"Come back." After thinking about it for a while, Boss He didn't think there was anything wrong, and the task given above was completely completed, so he called it a day.

The banks of the Ganjiang River.

Near the residential area, there are not only small squares on the river bank, but also various fitness equipment.

It's not even night yet, and Hongdu is not a popular tourist city, and there are not many tourists.

And the locals go to work, and those who write summer homework write summer homework, so that there are almost no people in the small square.

The sisters of the Liu family sat on one end of the seesaw, up and down, playing up and down, screaming incessantly.

"Don't move around, see if our weight has changed back to about the same." Liu Yueyue sat on the seesaw and lifted her two feet.

"I didn't move, sister, you are thinner than me." Liu Qianqian also raised her feet, but soon she sank, and her sister was pushed up.

Yang Fan watched the two sisters playing there like little girls who hadn't grown up, and took pictures from time to time alone with a SLR.

Sometimes I photograph two sisters, sometimes I photograph landscapes.

The days in summer are very long, but the setting sun finally comes again. Although the light is still a bit dazzling, the temperature in the air drops a lot.

The water surface of the Ganjiang River is not large, and the beauty of the modern city, the sunset and the lone bird flying together is extinct here.

The "sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky" that Wang Bo saw was on the edge of Poyang Lake.

Without the environment of clear water and sky, it is impossible to enjoy such a beautiful view.

Hope to see you tomorrow.

Hongdu city, inside an office building.

Mr. Wei hurried in and came to the elevator door. He saw that the elevator was going up. It might take a long time to wait for it to come down.

He didn't have time to wait, so he carried his briefcase and climbed up the fire escape.

A few minutes later, he came to an office door.

In the office, Secretary He, who was in good spirits, was discussing work with a visitor when there was a knock on the door.

Secretary He raised his hand, and the assistant at the side said for him: "Come in!"

Afterwards, several people in the room saw Mr. Wei, who hadn't stopped Khan, come in.

"Xiao Wei, why are you in such a hurry? You're sweating profusely." Secretary He beckoned and asked Boss Wei to come and sit down.

Boss Wei glanced at the others and walked over with a smile on his face.

After sitting down on the chair, Boss Wei didn't make a sound, like a loyal listener.

Boss He knew the code words of the two, and after a few words, he asked his assistant to send the visitor away, leaving Boss Wei alone.

"Where are the words on the question?" After the person left, Boss He stretched out his hand to Boss Wei, hoping that the words could be used.

Boss Wei hurriedly took out a page of paper carefully from his pocket.

It is a piece of A4 paper.

After sending out the paper, Boss Wei felt as if he was at a loss.

The time to own this piece of paper has come.

Since then, it no longer belongs to him.

You may not even see it for the rest of your life.

And it may be worth soaring all the way.

Hundreds of thousands?
millions?
I underestimated the circle of big shots.

The capital circle can play hundreds of millions of dollars, how could the big boss circle care about such fractions as tens of millions.

Boss Wei's heart aches for such an immeasurably valuable authentic work to leave him like this.

He is not the master who lacks food and clothing, and he doesn't take money so seriously.

What he wants is spiritual immortality.

Everyone knows that the physical body has limits, the ceiling is just that low.

And the spirit has no limit, no end, and the ceiling is infinitely high.

This is the ultimate goal that everyone should pursue.

There was a moment when Boss Wei wanted to keep the original work as his own.

But he just thought about it and gave up.

If he takes it away, this authentic work will be worthless.

The authentic work needs to be seen in the world, and it needs to be tempered by thousands of pairs of piercing eyes before it can jump the dragon's gate.

Silence was in his hands, and it was only interesting to him alone.

Besides, if this matter is exposed, I will take it as my own, and the black hat will not be guaranteed.

Boss Wei couldn't tell whether Yang Fan wrote the words in advance, or did the questions on the spot.

Whether it is in advance or on the spot, "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" will not be annihilated in the mundane world just because Boss Wei took it for himself.

Secretary He, who took over the original work, spread the paper with both hands.

At first glance, Secretary He frowned.

What the hell, densely packed, full of words.

It doesn't matter if it's full of words, the problem is that there are still some places that are crossed because of typos, and there are more than one places.

Therefore, even if the font is good-looking, it takes away a bit of the overall aesthetic.

Boss Wei didn't say a word, just looked at his boss, and the boss looked at the real work.

Secretary He's brows gradually loosened, and he looked more and more relaxed, but soon, his complexion became more and more solemn, and sweat began to sweat on his forehead.

He seems to be exhausting his life's knowledge, trying to pry into the mysteries hidden in the authentic works.

But he was shocked to find that because of his ignorance and lack of knowledge, he was unable to see the true content of the authentic work.

"Wizards, geniuses, geniuses through the ages!" After a long time, at sunset, Secretary He sighed in shock: "In front of the author, we are mortals like fireflies, and he is like a bright moon in the sky."

For ninety-nine out of ten people, the gap is not that big, and no one agrees with the other.

But the "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng" in front of him made Boss He find to his horror that the gap between the two was clear at a glance, and the difference was worlds apart.

Boss Wei secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It turns out that I am not the only one who feels that I have read too little after reading the original works.

Then I feel much more comfortable.

"Yes, some of the allusions in the article have traces to follow, but I can't figure it out. Some of the allusions are like a slap in the face, but I always feel that they are plausible." Boss Wei said honestly: "I can't figure it out, because I don't know enough. Paradoxical , I'm still too superficial."

Secretary He stood up, paced around with the original handwriting, glanced at it from time to time, and sighed from time to time.

After a long time, he sat back down again.

"Wen Jia, amazing!" Finally, Secretary He said looking at the original work.

The Wen family is so powerful that they can get whatever they want.

But that is all physical, or embodied in physical.

No one thought that the Wen family could introduce someone like Yang Fan.

At first, Secretary He also thought it was just a show, and that this person was not very capable, and he didn't even have any real talents.

"The Wen family dared to introduce such a person, so they should be very optimistic about him, and he lived up to expectations." Boss Wei said.

In fact, what the old lady of the Wen family valued was Yang Fan's status as her granddaughter's boyfriend.

She thinks it's a bit of talent to learn, but it's nothing to worry about.

Looking at the original handwriting in his hand, Boss He had a complex expression: "The words written by this young man are too heavy, but a few are fine. I can't bear the addition of so many, so I have to hand it in."

Now, in his eyes, the original work, the altered part, has become a bright spot, like a tiger with wings added.

With these alterations, it is even more real.

The more he looked at it, the more cute the alterations seemed to Boss He.

I don't know how many girls in the future will love this young man even more after seeing the alterations of this authentic work.

If possible, they should all be willing to fall in love with such a person.

But that may be dozens or hundreds of years later, and history returns to dust.

It is precisely because of this that it will appear even more precious.

On a street near the Ganjiang River.

Yang Fan and the Liu family sisters stopped and went, visiting various shops or stalls.

In front of a traditional folk musical instrument booth, Liu Yueyue pulled Yang Fan, who had no intention of visiting, to a stop.

Not all the stalls sell folk musical instruments, there are also many other trinkets, but they are all civilian-style.

Precious jewelry such as necklaces, bracelets, bangles, etc. will not be present at the booth.

"Yang Fan, Dizi, I seldom see traditional flutes." Liu Yueyue picked up a piccolo from the booth, but didn't know what kind of wood it was made of.

Nowadays, for formal performances, flutes are mostly made of iron.

"Boss, what kind of wood are these flutes made of?" Liu Qianqian asked the boss curiously.

The boss is a woman, with a speechless face: "I don't know."

I'm just a seller, and I know so much about what to do.

After more than ten years of reading, it may not be of any use. Didn't he come to set up a stall?

"Ebony wood or coconut wood is a good quality wood for making flutes, and I can't see that either." Yang Fan also picked up a piccolo.

The surface of the flute has been painted so that the original appearance of the wood is hardly visible.

Even if he saw it, Yang Fan was not proficient in this and couldn't tell the difference.

"Yang Fan, do you want to buy one?" Liu Yueyue asked.

She doesn't know how to play the flute, but unlike Yang Fan, she buys things not necessarily because they are useful.

Look at the collection, it is also very good.

"If you want to buy it, then buy it." Before he really caught up, Yang Fan naturally wouldn't restrict his girlfriend too much.

Not because she paid for the purchase herself.

"Boss, how much is it?" Liu Yueyue asked the stall owner while scanning the QR code.

Yang Fan looked sideways: "You bought it without even trying it?"

This is a good girl who is willing to marry without trying.

"You try it for me." Liu Yueyue handed the flute to Yang Fan, and then took out a wet wipe from her small bag.

Yang Fan took the flute, then the wet wipes, and wiped the air outlet.

In elementary school, he learned to play the flute.

Dizi is his enlightenment instrument, which opened the door for him to enter the world of music.

But then he played the flute.

Most people don't understand the difference between a flute and a piccolo.

The flute is the main high-pitched melody instrument in modern orchestral music and chamber music, with a dynamic and pleasant sound quality, and a melodious and melodious sound.

The flute is a test of the player's breath control. Only by finding a suitable entry point can he play a near-perfect rhythm.

Compared with the high-pitched melody of the flute, the piccolo is even better.

The piccolo is the woodwind instrument with the highest range, a variant of the flute family, and one of the highest range instruments in the symphony orchestra.

However, the shortness of the piccolo should not be underestimated. In terms of playing, it is more difficult to play than the flute.

Only those who have practiced the flute very well can play the piccolo.

Due to the sharp and penetrating sound of the piccolo, it can make the music sound louder, more powerful and brilliant in the band.

Piccolo beginners need to learn the flute first, its keys are relatively easy, and it can be played in any key.

Piccolo can only be practiced after the flute has reached a certain level. Those who play the piccolo can be said to be masters of the flute.

The pitch of the piccolo requires greater blowing strength, and it cannot be played without a certain flute foundation.

After wiping, Yang Fan auditioned and played a few notes.

Just when Liu Yueyue thought that Yang Fan would put it down soon, she heard him say inexplicably: "Luhua 5S squeezes peanut oil, drops of Luhua fragrance, yellow soil and black soil, and Stanley is used for farming."

Then she heard the most beautiful piece of piccolo in the world.

The setting sun reflects the vast expanse of blue waves, the sunset is colorful, the fishermen are leisurely and content, and the fishing boats drift away with the waves, the picture is beautiful.

The melody of the tune is not only very stylistic, but also very beautiful, lively and interesting.

When he was a child, Yang Fan didn't like to watch the weather forecast the most. Whenever the music sounded, he would change the channel.

But when he grew up, every time he heard this music, he wanted to cry a little.

It carries too many childhood memories, as if it is a hard disk.

On the street, many passers-by stopped to listen to the sounds from outside the sky.

Loud and powerful, beautiful and beautiful notes seem to calm people down.

Although most people can't see the pictures carried in the notes, it doesn't prevent them from finding it nice.

It sounds good, and for many people, that's enough.

The sisters of the Liu family were filled with joy, the more surprises the better, no girl would dislike her boyfriend who gave too many surprises.

The surprise a boyfriend gives to a girlfriend is inseparable from romance.

How can you refuse such a romance?

Seeing that there were more people watching, Yang Fan put down his flute.

After Liu Yueyue paid the money, she and her sister hurriedly dragged her boyfriend away.

There are many girls onlookers.

Liu Yueyue suspects that if Yang Fan falls in love with a girl who doesn't make music or work in the film and television center, she will use the way the other party likes to create romance.

After pulling Yang Fan away, Liu Qianqian eagerly asked before her sister: "Yang Fan, what's the name of the song you played just now?"

The name of the piece may be the finishing touch, or it may be the axis.

Having a name makes it easier for fans to understand the song.

Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue especially wanted to learn more about this song.

""Fishing Boat Sings Evening"." Yang Fan replied.

A piece of music that was not meant to be sad at first became a sad piece of music in the minds of many people unexpectedly after 30 or [-] years.

Time is the best medicine and the most ruthless killing machine.

(End of this chapter)