beauty winner

On the morning of the second day of the first lunar month, she could have planned to sleep late, but Xiao Shuxia went upstairs quietly before eight o'clock and found that her son was already sitting in front of the computer and seemed to be working.As a mother and a wife, I have to lament that the Yang family is really working hard, and the phone is answered at seven o'clock downstairs.

Xiao Shuxia is now convinced that a composer is still not as good as a performer. The people in the national orchestra must be full and ready to go on stage with a little tinkering. Maybe there are rich beauties.

Having been taught a lesson for so many years, Yang Jingxing will not let go of the opportunity to show his shame. He put on a serious look and persuaded his mother to be normal-hearted and calm, emphasizing that the so-called famous is actually not successful. How embarrassing is it to be able to win glory for the country.Compared with those who have made outstanding contributions to the national society, a small composer is really insignificant. Besides, Yang Jingxing knows that he is not selfless and dedicated, so he can't accept the high hat given by others, let alone take the initiative to wear it.

Xiao Shuxia was very pleasantly surprised: "You really stand tall and see far as they say? Did you teach your mother a lesson? Should I beat the gongs and drums or should I be rewarded?"

A son was still a son after all, Yang Jingxing had to admit defeat and admitted that pride and showing off were two different things, and mother also had the unquestionable right to care about the result.Although there was still more than half an hour for the concert to start and the result should be two hours later, Yang Jingxing had some preliminary information to report, because he was also woken up by the phone.

In fact, Yang Jingxing didn't have any business contacts in the past two days. In China, he exchanged auspicious words by text messages. Overseas, he only needed to copy and reply the Spring Festival greeting emails. He didn't need to communicate with Wen Fujiang. It was expected.However, it was almost dawn this morning, that is, there was an unexpected new situation before dinner, and Wen Fujiang, who was so busy, had to ask Ji Yang Tianlin to call and wake up the composer to inform him in time.

It can be said that bad news came out of a good situation. Of course, Yang Jingxing only talked about the good side with his mother. The Lincoln Center for the Arts has almost become a gathering center for Chinese people. The official estimates that there may be thousands of Chinese audiences tonight will account for nearly half of the audience. The Puhai National Orchestra feels very warm, and the New York Philharmonic has successfully tapped a new box office warehouse.

The unharmonious phenomenon is that some small groups suddenly appeared in the art center to destroy the atmosphere, shouting some nonsense slogans and shouting nonsense slogans.The performers of the national orchestra did not see it with their own eyes, but they heard that some verbal conflicts occurred, and the head of the troupe also reported to the Consulate General who was very concerned about the performance.

Yang Jingxing is only a composer, he can only believe that the head of the cultural troupe can handle it well, but as a musician, the National Orchestra seems to be able to avoid or ignore it, as long as everyone does their job well.Besides, a dozen or twenty people can't ruin a concert with more than 2000 listeners.

Xiao Shuxia is most concerned about whether the TV news can be confirmed, today or tomorrow?Hearing that it was almost certain to be tonight, Xiao Shuxia was so happy that she immediately took her son downstairs to show off to Yang Chengyi, but then she thought about it badly: "Your aunt must have thought that we deliberately waited for today to celebrate the New Year! !"

The big boss was busier, Yang Chengyi had to go out before he had time to eat breakfast, it didn't matter if it was new or not, he just told Yang Jingxing to tell the performers for their hard work at [-] or [-] o'clock.

The mother and the son are doing homework, but the aunt is fine, after all, she is a relative and she has no bad intentions. Xiao Shuxia hasn't had time to explain to Yang Jingxing in detail these two days, and the ugly phenomenon that makes her feel more angry and nauseated is that Li Han. A star, and how old is it?What kind of heart do you want to send that kind of unclear message to a college student who is much younger than you?Is there any morality and shamelessness?Xiao Shuxia was even afraid, if this kind of thing got out, she would not dare to meet people in Jiuchun, and Professor Li Ding Lao and the others would definitely lose face.

Comparing the comparison, Xiao Shuxia felt that He Peiyuan was the best choice. She would admire her son's unique and long-term vision, and asked the composer to keep a distance from the women in Vanity Fair, including Cheng Yaoyao.Although it is inevitable for a man who is a career man to play tricks on occasion, he must be innocent. Yang Jingxing can learn this from his father.

Yang Chengyi really took care of his family. He rushed back after only going out for more than an hour and carried a mandarin fish with a head in a big bag.After going to Quhang to drink with his brother-in-law on the fourth day of the lunar new year, Yang Chengyi would take his wife to Huizhou. Yang Jingxing should have visited his aunt and grandma if he had time, and he could also taste the authentic stinky mandarin fish.

Grandma called again to urge her, and severely criticized her daughter. It's not appropriate to have a big table and a lively meal on this day.busy?Are you busy cooking for yourself?

It's better to deal with lunch earlier and go to New Year's greetings, but Xiao Shuxia can't do anything with such a big live fish, so Yang Chengyi has to do it himself, or just take it there and wait for it to be eaten ready-made, there is still time.

"How do we go now?" Yang Chengyi looked at the fish in the basin and sighed: "The composer is not done yet."

"You're talking about him seriously?" Xiao Shuxia's upsetting expression didn't last for two seconds: "How's composer Yang feeling now? Are you nervous?"

The composer stopped making trouble in the kitchen and concentrated on waiting for the news to be sent. He Peiyuan also looked forward to the good gossip about "pianist Yu Xinting appeared at the Chinese New Year Concert" from New York, and the time was almost up.

Before Yang Jingxing finished writing a text message, the call rang, this time it was from Wen Fujiang.Yang Jingxing is also good enough, switch the interface and finish sending the text message to his girlfriend first.

Parents rushed out from the kitchen, Yang Chengyi grabbed the dying fish with both hands, Xiao Shuxia held the knife: "Who? Hurry up!"

Yang Jingxing didn't move too slowly: "Wentuan, New Year greetings to you."

Wen Fujiang was a little noisy, but he didn't speak loudly: "Director Yang, today I really and deeply felt the charm of music art, this kind of moving, this kind of appeal, this kind of excitement, I am very excited now. Excited."

Yang Jingxing: "I will take it as your high praise." The parents beside him also smiled.

Wen Fujiang's tone is quite leading: "My personal and true feelings, I want to thank all the musicians for their tireless efforts, thank you today's audience, thank you so many compatriots, I feel that I have experienced the baptism of music to the soul, although my appreciation level not enough……"

Yang Jingxing said in time: "You are too modest..." Xiao Shuxia simply sat down and eavesdropped on her ears, her kitchen knife glaring as a threat.

Wen Fujiang does not let people affect his rhythm: "But I can feel everyone's mood, this special day, special occasion and special music. I have a hunch this afternoon, a very strong hunch, but I am still attracted by the music. The sincere, warm and pure emotion is deeply moved!"

Yang Jingxing really wasn't used to the leader being so lyrical: "You even wrote the report..."

"It must be written, written with feelings!" Wen Fujiang's speech speed gradually accelerated: "Mr. Wang's analysis is very correct. The first performance was too sensational and surprising for us and the audience, so there are many things. We haven’t had time to savor the emotions. Including myself, this time the feelings are very different. My wife and I don’t like to toss, this is the first time for me to spend Chinese New Year abroad, and to be honest, I’m not used to it, although so much Friends and colleagues made us feel at home...well, come right away!"

Yang Jingxing thoughtfully said, "You can go to the literary group first, and I will report to you in the group on the seventh day of the lunar new year."

Wen Fujiang seemed reluctant to talk and rushed to work: "Yesterday I called my son. I was very nervous in the second year of high school and immediately in the third year of high school. We have a good relationship and play ball together and play with models. It is the first time that the family does not spend the New Year together. I say this to express I mean, I also felt a sore nose when I heard the dulcimer playing on the stage this evening, so I said that I felt the contagious power of the music, and the work of a composer is amazing."

Yang Jingxing: "Then remember to bring gifts for the family." Yang Chengyi also sat down, anyway, the fish had stopped moving.

Wenfu Jiangha: "If you have time, you must bring it... I will call you later, anyway, during the day. You can watch the news if you have time. Teacher Wang and the others have lived up to their trust. We have lived up to our leaders and colleagues, and our enthusiasm compatriots."

Yang Jingxing said: "You have worked hard, you are busy first, and it is time to relax when you are done."

Wen Fujiang sighed: "I can't relax, too much expectation, too much care, too much attention. Then I'll hang up first, Chu Qi, it's settled!"

Yang Jingxing said yes: "Waiting for you to come back."

It's over now, Xiao Shuxia still hasn't figured it out, so she hides her blade and apologizes to her husband with a smile: "What do you say?"

Yang Chengyi made a gesture of presenting the facts and reasoning, trembling the dead fish in his hand, admonishing his son: "Say one or two more sentences when you talk to the leader. If the leader's saliva is dry, you cherish words like gold. Who is the leader?"

Yang Jingxing has a policy: "My young man speaks too much, so he will lose his words, so let's talk less."

Yang Chengyi was very helpless, but he didn't actually figure it out: "Did it meet expectations?"

Yang Jingxing was optimistic: "The tone should have exceeded expectations."

Xiao Shuxia couldn't believe it immediately: "Is it more successful than last time?"

Yang Chengyi estimated: "This time there should be more Chinese..."

Yang Jingxing's phone rang again, and his parents squeezed their heads to look at the caller ID. There was no name. Yang Jingxing also looked at it before answering: "Hello."

There is a female voice on the other end of the phone: "It's connected, it's connected... Hey, Mr. Yang, hello, I'm Cai Jialu." Curtis's Chinese student has had dinner together.

Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "You're so polite, where are you celebrating the new year?"

Cai Jialu seemed to have just remembered: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year. Most of us watched the New Year in Philadelphia yesterday, and we came to New York at noon today. Eight of us came together, only to find that almost half of the school came, more than Julia's! After listening to the concert, I was very excited, so I took the liberty to make this call."

Yang Jingxing said again: "Don't be too polite, when do you want to go to the restaurant you mentioned?"

Cai Jialu is hospitable: "Really? You come!"

Yang Jingxing said: "I have a chance to treat you, thank you for joining us today."

Cai Jialu seemed to be reminded by others: "Let me tell you first, do you know that Hillary is here?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "It seems that I also built a bridge of friendship, did Lou Daowen seize the opportunity?"

Cai Jialu is actually not a girl of etiquette, so she laughed on the other end of the phone: "I asked you if you seized the opportunity, and you still remember that you like her... By the way, let me tell you, I am with you now, Lou Daowen, Cao Hanyun, Gao Kaiwen, and carole, janice, pria, nathan. janicesayssyphonyno2istheostexcitgcssicalic

eak through this 50 years..."

The voice next to him generously admitted that it seemed to be the black girl who was active at the Curtis exchange meeting back then, and Yang Jingxing also became more polite: "Thank you, a group from Puyin will visit Curtis next month..."

"I know, I know." Cai Jialu excitedly said, "I've been in touch a long time ago! caldonguys...do you remember the card, the cello, the one who especially admires you..."

Yang Jingxing didn't have time to think: "I'm sorry, but I have an important call. Let's contact Cai again."

"Oh rry." Cai Jialu suddenly speeded up: "I want to tell you that I like the Second Symphony very much. We want to say that this work brings us far more than admiration and admiration for talent. The greatest consensus we just had is even more admirable What matters is your willingness to make your talents more approachable..."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "Thank you, but I'm really going to hang up. I'll talk again when I have a chance. I'm sorry."

Cai Jialu didn't mind either: "Okay, bye, thank you, I wish you a happy new year..."

Seeing that his son hung up the phone and put the fish on the coffee table, Yang Chengyi, who took out his mobile phone, was a little annoyed: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Yang Jingxing called Li Yingzhen back anxiously: "Cooking, these calls don't come with money."

Yang Chengyi can't stand this anger, it's a big deal if he doesn't listen.Xiao Shuxia is not as knowledgeable as her son, but wants to listen, and the text messages are beeping non-stop, which makes people anxious.

Li Yingzhen didn't have any expectations about whether the concert would be successful or not. These days, she didn't even ask. What she wants to talk about when she makes this call is not work: "Talk to you one by one."

At this time, the composer teased the child on the phone, and Xiao Shuxia frowned bitterly while laughing, it was really difficult and he could only play with the kitchen knife, Yang Jingxing didn't stop talking.

But Yiyi's patience won't last long: "I'm going to draw. Today I want to draw a ten-legged crab."

Li Yingzhen reminded her granddaughter: "Don't you tell uncle who called you yesterday?"

"Auntie." Zhao Yiyi recalled happily: "Auntie is going to bring my brother back to play with me...and Aunt Yu, Aunt Yu also has aunts like me."

Yang Jingxing encouraged: "My aunt and brother are going to come back - they have to draw crabs with [-] legs. I'm worried that there won't be enough points."

One by one, I went to count with my grandfather, and Li Yingzhen talked on the phone: "Didn't I call you?"

Yang Jingxing said, "When is Brother Yiyi going to come back?"

"Summer!" Li Yingzhen seemed very dissatisfied, "Where is Kong Chenhe?"

"She's at home..."

"I know she's at home!"

"There is a connection, I sent a message." Yang Jingxing seemed to be a little proud: "Just now the head of the cultural team called, and the reporter also sent a message. You should pay attention to the news tonight."

Li Yingzhen didn't have much interest, and she didn't think Yiyi would have any fun. Would someone she knew appear on TV?