Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 48 is about music and life tyranny and life, poetry and distance. (seeking tickets and collections)

Yu Dongqing thought of how crazy she was watching the show in the rain last night and how this yellow hair couldn't be connected with a talented woman.

But he is indeed a student of a 985 key university, and I heard that the Chinese language and literature major of Sichuan University is also very good.

So the two carried their travel bags and took the cable car to the top of the mountain.

The Sky Library is located on the top of the mountain, with a star-shaped shape. From a distance, it looks like a lotus flower blooming on the top of the mountain, which looks very beautiful.

Yu Dongqing and Chen Guoguo entered the library with great interest, there were quite a lot of people, most of them were young men and women who came to the concert, and they were reading books before taking a break in the morning.

There are 3 floors in the museum. The ceiling is designed with a mirror surface, which is reflected with the surrounding glass curtain walls. Yu Dongqing took a book at random and sat on the bottom of the rotating building. The outside sun shines in through the glass skylight and does not feel hot. On the contrary, there is a kind of warmth.

Chen Guoguo also chose a book and sat quietly beside him.

"Uncle, I didn't expect that you are also a literary youth." Chen Guoguo was a little surprised when she saw the book Yu Dongqing had chosen.

It is "Afternoon Music Time Spent with Seiji Ozawa" written by Haruki Tree and the famous RB conductor Seiji Ozawa.

This book is not as famous in China as "Norwegian Forest", "Let's Listen to the Wind Sing" and "1Q84".But Yu Dongqing likes to watch it very much.

The content is about from RB Kanagawa to Tokyo, from Honolulu in the United States to the shore of Lake Geneva in Switzerland, on the express train bound for Paris, Seiji Ozawa and Haruki Murakami enjoy classical music in the afternoons accompanied by warm tea and snacks , while talking about music, literature and life, enjoying the beauty of words and music from the witty dialogue.

Now hearing what Chen Guoguo said, Yu Dongqing raised her head and said with a smile; "It's not a literary youth, I am engaged in music editing and production, and occasionally write songs, so I like to read books on this field."

"It's no wonder you're a musician." Chen Guoguo thought about it.

"I have read this book." Chen Guoguo replied.

Oh?
Yu Dongqing put down the book and asked with interest: "Then are you interested in the writer Haruki Murakami, or in the classical music described in the book?"

Chen Guoguo put her hands on her knees, thought for a while before answering: "You know I like rock music, but I'm not very interested in classical music. As for Haruki Murakami."

Chen Guoguo tilted her head and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Do you know this popular saying in the literature circle?"

"What?"

"If you want to be a high-quality literary youth, you must know: French literature is the most suitable, German literature is fully valued, RB rarely has good works, works of Chunshang Chunshu and the like cannot enter the high-quality literary youth Fayan, those are reading materials for middle-level literary youth. There is no literature in Korea, but modern Chinese can be read, and contemporary works are not actively contacted.”

After hearing Chen Guoguo's words, Yu Dongqing felt very fresh. He was not a literary youth, let alone understood this so-called circle.

"I don't think the literary value of the books written by Haruki Murakami is very high, but what is commendable is that he is one of the few famous writers who understands music and is a fan of music. Very complicated."

"The interest and sentiment of his works are largely supported by music. "Norwegian Wood" is the title of a song by the Beatles, which has influenced many young artists." Chen Guoguo talked eloquently. "Yes, what I appreciate the most in this "Afternoon Music Time with Seiji Ozawa" is his attitude towards music." Yu Dongqing echoed: "There was such a passage that I thought was very interesting."

"I guess it's this sentence?" Chen Guoguo took the topic and continued:

"Music must be a purer and more introspective thing. At least it is not easy to connect music with tangible "things", and perhaps think that there is a huge difference between the two. It is not difficult to imagine a relationship with music in this way. Combined, there must be more freedom and more space."

"Perhaps a little closer to the joy and freedom of reading literary works directly from the original text without relying on translation. Schoenberg once said: "Music is not sound, but concept. "

After finishing speaking, the girl winked at Yu Dongqing playfully.

Ah?
Yu Dongqing looked at her with admiration.

Sure enough, she is a talented woman in the Chinese Department.

"Tell me, Guoguo, how can a delicate girl like you like rock and roll? Especially death metal, an alternative music that has a strong taste and is associated with politics, religion, and rebellion?" Yu Dongqing asked curiously .

This question has been in his mind for a long time, so he took this opportunity to speak out.

"Uncle, let me correct you first. I like rock and roll simply because I like it. Listening to music makes me feel happy. There is no other reason!" Chen Guoguo replied seriously.

"Last night, when I was scrolling through Moments, I wrote another short article, saying "Elvis Presley is about love, Lennon is a hypocritical middle class, and European and American rock is nothing but sexual liberation",
As an avant-garde rock listener, after seeing these, I can't wait to drag the original author out and punish him to listen to all the pro-rock bands! "

"Music is music. Those boring people always like to involve rock and politics, and the hippie movement. When can rock and roll be just as a kind of music?!"

"Yes, music is music, just like what you said in the book just now, music must be something more pure and introspective." Yu Dongqing praised.

"Of course there is another reason." The girl said with a smile again: "I have been a good girl in the eyes of my parents since I was a child, docile, obedient, and good at studying."

"In fact, sometimes I really want to indulge myself. I want to skip my homework, skip class to play because of illness, and cut my hair super short. When I was in middle school with my parents around, I didn't dare to do it. In the end, I realized it all when I was in college! That includes listening to rock!"

"If my parents know that I traveled all the way to Zhangjiajie to participate in the music festival, and now I am chatting with a strange uncle here and sleeping in his tent at night, it will scare them to death!"

Speaking of this, Chen Guoguo giggled, like a little fox who just stole candy.

Yu Dongqing looked at her short yellow hair again.

I sighed slightly in my heart.

"Uncle, tell me why you like folk songs? People say that people who like folk songs are people with stories." Chen Guoguo asked again.

Yu Dongqing laughed.

"Don't be fooled by the jokes made up in Netease Cloud. When I was in college, I organized a band with a few classmates. Since then, I have liked folk songs."

"Are those uncles who were with you?" Chen Guoguo interrupted and asked.

"Yes," Yu Dongqing replied.

"At that time, folk songs were popular in colleges: ideal love, yes, and girls. These are the words that appear most often in folk songs. Everyone feels that they have stories, unique literary and artistic characteristics, and vicissitudes of life in their hearts.

"Actually? People in their teens, how many vicissitudes of life can there be when they go from one school to another, it's just that Xin expresses his worries for new words."

"What happened later?" Chen Guoguo asked.

"Later, when I entered the society, I was getting older. I have encountered many things, but they are all living beings in this world. If you hear your own story, then you have a story; but there are many people who are in other people's stories. move."

"Actually, I think each of us has a story and is unique."

"Uncle, you speak really well!"

Chen Guoguo showed a look of admiration on his face.

On this summer morning, the two sat side by side on the library steps, talking for a long time without saying a word.

About music and life, tyranny and life, poetry and distance.

Until they were awakened by Zhang Yang's phone call.

(End of this chapter)