beauty winner

Chatting all the way, the atmosphere is very relaxed.Yang Jingxing was familiar with the road, and before 10:30, the car slowly stopped in front of Ding Sangpeng's house.Yang Jingxing got out of the car and opened the door for the principal. The principal even tidied his hair and cuff buttons and collar, looking very solemn.

Naturally, let the headmaster go to the front. There is a distance of five yuan and six meters from the fence of the small garden to the gate.Ding Sangpeng's son was already waiting outside the door, only nodding to greet the guests.

Ding Sangpeng was supported by his grandson before he stood firmly at the door, the principal strode up to meet him, stretched out his arms to shake hands with the old man, and took the opportunity to help the old man a little, obviously respectful: "Old Ding, I'm sorry to bother you."

Ding Sangpeng smiled: "Welcome, please come in."

The principal fully supported Ding Sangpeng: "Slow down."

Ding Sangpeng's son called He Hongchui into the house and asked Yang Jingxing, "Only one car?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Principal Yang's car...causes you trouble again today." Ding Sangpeng's explanation, Yang Jingxing and his son are of the same generation, Yang Jingxing was forced to accept.

The old man who was about the same age as Grandpa Yang Jingxing said, "It's good if you come, Dad is happy."

In the living room, the principal helped Ding Sangpeng to sit down, and wanted to help put the oxygen machine on for the old man. Ding Sangpeng said that he didn't need it and called everyone to sit down.

Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law looks much younger than her husband, only about 50 years old, but the guests are also very embarrassed to bother her to serve tea.It looked like a formal meeting, except for his son who sat with him, the rest of Ding Sangpeng's family members withdrew or even didn't show up.

The principal handed the small teacup to Ding Sangpeng, very happy: "You are in good spirits."

Ding Sangpeng hehe: "Okay, thank you."

The principal said again: "It's quiet here, and the air is better than the urban area..."

But Ding Sangpeng said: "I caused you to travel a long way. I often tell Jing Xing that you can go to the nursing home when you are free. Don't waste so much time."

The headmaster said, "We are the ones who disturbed you..."

After being polite for a while, the principal decided to stay for lunch in embarrassment: "...Yang Jingxing said that you have to rest for a while after eating, then I will report the matter to you first."

But Ding Sangpeng said: "You can just do it, I don't ask questions, that's what I told Yang Jingxing."

Yang Jingxing said: "The principal thinks that at least you have an understanding, so that the school will have a bottom."

He Hongchui said: "Yang Jingxing has done a lot of preparatory work, but he has no experience in this field after all, and needs your advice."

Ding Sangpeng smiled: "I am a composer, Yang Jingxing is a composer, you are also a composer, and I have no experience in publishing books, you just need to help him."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Mr. Ding, he is not only inexperienced but also lacks confidence. Apart from school, your suggestion is the most important."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "The principal insists on consulting you."

Principal Yang said: "I am here to see you today. I am making final preparations for the establishment of the editorial board."

Ding Sangpeng's son asked: "Is authorization required?"

Principal Yang said: "Authorization is only one aspect, what we need more is the opinion of Mr. Ding."

Ding Sangpeng said: "I have already given Yang Jingxing the authorization."

He Hongchui said: "We understand your concern and trust for the students, but Yang Jingxing's qualifications are too young. When he told me about this matter, his first thought was to ask Principal Yang to come forward. His consideration in this regard is relatively mature. "

Ding Sangpeng nodded, worried about the principal: "You are very busy."

The principal shook his head: "This is my highest honor. As long as you trust me, I will do my best."

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Of course I trust... I also want to thank you for taking care of Yang Jingxing."

The principal said: "It's my job to focus on cultivating and promoting outstanding students... Today Yang Jingxing also brings new works for you to have a look at."

Ding Sangpeng stood up slightly, and his voice became louder: "Concerto?"

He Hongchui nodded and opened the briefcase, while Yang Jingxing boasted: "The school has basically passed the test, and we are waiting for your review."

Seeing that Ding Sangpeng was about to sit up straight, the principal quickly reached out to help the old man on the shoulder, and with the other hand, he asked He Hongchui to get the score.Ding Sangpeng's son fetched reading glasses for his father.

"Score." He Hongchui first handed over a thick stack of simple bindings.

The principal seemed worried about the weight of the score, and it would be inconvenient for the elderly to put it on the coffee table, so he stood up and bent down beside Ding Sangpeng's sofa to use it as a music stand, ready to turn it over for the elderly to read.

However, Ding Sangpeng's son immediately brought a small case table, which was well designed, and after being placed horizontally on the sofa, it could also stand up the score halfway.

The headmaster still didn't return to his seat, and bent over to turn the page for Ding Sangpeng: "The technique is much more mature, probably because of the form."

Ding Sangpeng said: "It is necessary to achieve integration without rigidity, understanding without artificiality."

Yang Jingxing pleaded: "Can you lower your request?"

Ding Sangpeng's son smiled and ignored him.

The national treasure in the composition world began to look at the score, and gestured for the principal to sit back in his seat.

After 2 minutes of silence, Ding Sangpeng turned the page twice, so his son began to chat with the guests: "Father, if his health allows, he still wants to wait for the celebration to go to school."

The principal was happy: "It's a great welcome, it's a great honor."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Mr. Ding is in such a good spirit that he can attend the centennial celebration."

The 60-year-old son smiled: "At that time, I'm afraid I won't be able to move..." His eyes suddenly concerned his father, because Ding Sangpeng turned to the third page and raised his right hand tremblingly.

In the eyes of the group, Ding Sangpeng's withered fingers seemed to be holding a baton, his arms and wrists smoothly and slowly drew elegant curves, and then jumped again and again, as if he had vitality.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Ding Sangpeng's son said again: "Lunch and light food at noon..."

Ding Sangpeng stared at the score while the others continued to chat.The principal's phone vibrated, and he only glanced at it, then hung up and put it back in his bag.

After watching about half of the first movement, Ding Sangpeng suddenly said, "When is the premiere?"

The principal adjusted his body orientation and reported: "It is planned to be during the National Day Piano Master Class..."

Ding Sangpeng nodded and continued to look at the principal.

The principal gave a little more detail: "Yesterday, I made a decision together with Director He and Professor Li. In cooperation with the school's orchestra, Yang Jingxing chose the conductor and some of the members himself. He hopes to drive everyone to participate as a student. We are very supportive and have great support for the work. Confidence, so I am going to take the opportunity to recommend it emphatically.”

Ding Sangpeng nodded again: "Thank you, thank you..."

He Hongchui added: "This time he plays by himself."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Okay, very good, I'm going."

Although they were chatting, after the principal's and Yang Jingxing's phone vibrated one after another, they all just looked at it and put it down.Yang Jingxing's call was still from Zhang Yanhao, but he didn't call a second time.

About half an hour later, Ding Sangpeng finally finished reading the first movement, put his hands on the case table and said to Yang Jingxing: "You have Tang Qing's phone number, you call him and invite him to be a guest at that time. Make an appointment earlier, he is better than I'm busy."

Yang Jingxing hesitated: "No need?"

Ding Sangpeng's son persuaded: "If you tell me to make an appointment, make an appointment."

The headmaster also said, "Let's fight."

Yang Jingxing picked up the phone and dialed. The long distance was quite time-consuming, which made Qi Qingnuo suspect that no one answered.

But it got through, and the voice over there was loud: "Brother Yang."

Yang Jingxing still respected: "Teacher Tang Qing, hello, do you excuse me?"

Tang Qing said: "No, I'm on vacation at Baishawan. I invited your girlfriend last time, but unfortunately they don't have time."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Have fun, we will visit your footprints again when we have a chance."

Tang Qing laughed: "Brother Yang must have some joy when he called?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is no joy, I am here to make trouble for you. I will not waste your time, let me make a long story short, our school will have an international piano master class in early October, and I have a newly completed concerto to join in the fun. I don't know if I can please Teacher Tang came to guide us."

Tang Qing seemed to hesitate for a moment: "...Then I will join in the fun and meet Lao Ding by the way."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Do you want to talk to Mr. Ding? I'll be by his side."

Tang Qing laughed loudly: "...As expected, okay, you call him."

Ding Sangpeng was able to hold the mobile phone, and his wrinkles were brilliant: "Hi, old Tang...it's me...it's not me, why don't you come here...a little joke...I just got it, and I just read a movement...it will make you feel uncomfortable Xu Xing...Okay, I'll let him inform you...You hang up."

The phone call between the two old representatives from both sides of the Taiwan Strait is so simple, and few people around have not listened to it yet.

When Yang Jingxing sat back, the principal advised Ding Sangpeng: "You should rest for a while and watch it again. We all think that the last two movements can better showcase Yang Jingxing's talent."

Ding Sangpeng said, "I'm not tired."

The principal didn't let go: "This year's Chime Bell Award, Yang Jingxing used his first work to participate. Originally, we planned to ask you to be the chairman of the jury, but unfortunately there were some unnecessary worries. Now that you are in good spirits, I don't know if I can invite you The status of honorary chairman can give some guidance to our jury?"

Ding Sangpeng shook his head and waved his hands: "Avoid suspicion, avoid suspicion."

The principal seemed annoyed at his lack of consideration: "Yes, you are right."

Ding Sangpeng smiled and recalled: "However, the fate between me and Yang Jingxing also came from the composition competition. At that time, they invited me. I hesitated. It was a dark matter, and then I went again."

He Hongchui explained to the principal: "Last year, let a hundred flowers bloom."

Yang Jingxing revealed: "Qi Qingnuo later told me that it was the first time in his student career that he was encouraged so much."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "I was so excited at the time."

Ding Sangpeng said to the principal: "At that time, Xiaohe told me about these two students. I also thought the work was good, but the competition results were not very good, so I said a few words of encouragement..."

The headmaster simply flattered: "Although you have not taught, you have been a teacher for many generations."

Ding Sangpeng was a little excited: "At that time, I couldn't have imagined that Yang Jingxing would have such a vast ocean of music ideas in his world, and he could create such a rich and wonderful work in a short period of time!" The old man's arms were a little exaggerated.

The headmaster nodded, looking relieved.

Yang Jingxing thanked the principal: "You and Director He didn't hear any praise before you came here."

Ding Sangpeng hadn't finished yet: "I can't think of anyone except Mozart."

Yang Jingxing protested: "You are exaggerating, I only have a few things."

Ding Sangpeng asked the principal: "Why is it not your luck? The luck of Chinese music?"

The principal nodded: "It is also Yang Jingxing's fortune to meet Bole like you."

"I am not enough alone, you are all good teachers and helpful friends." Ding Sangpeng was serious: "His moral character can also stand the test."

"I think he's pretty good, too," said the headmaster.

Yang Jingxing pretended not to hear these words, Qi Qingnuo smiled, and He Hongchui was thinking.

Ding Sangpeng's son has been paying attention to the movement of his family. At this time, he reminded: "Take a break and prepare to eat."

Yang Jingxing was a little depressed: "I'm embarrassed to eat."

People of the same generation in their 60s laughed: "It is an encouragement to be worthy of it."

The principal supports: "Yes."

For the principal of Urayon, although a table of meals is rich, it is a bit simple, but the guests are still very grateful to the host for the hospitality.It was even more difficult for the principal to accept that Ding Sangpeng's other family members did not attend the meeting. He personally invited them several times, but in vain.

Yang Jingxing had only eaten the fourth bowl of rice, and the principal was surprised, but Ding Sangpeng encouraged him with a chuckle.

After the meal, Ding Sangpeng refused to rest, but he was afraid of delaying the principal, and said that if something happened, the principal and He Hongchui would leave first, and he would just stay with Yang Jingxing to chat for a while.

Of course no one left, and continued to accompany Ding Sangpeng to read the music score.

After reading a few pages of the second movement, Ding Sangpeng said: "Although it looks a bit complicated, the structure is more stable than before."

The headmaster nodded again and again: "I also found that... "It's Us" is a bit exaggerated, and the sonata is a bit ostentatious."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Music is always made for the audience, no matter what height it reaches, we must remember this."

"He said his greatest hope was to create serious music that even pop music fans would love to hear," Zicheno said.

Yang Jingxing denied it categorically: "I never said anything that is really ignorant."

Qi Qingnuo was still kind: "...the meaning is pretty much the same."

The principal laughed.

Ding Sangpeng looked at the music score and exclaimed: "What a wonderful phrase, and such a meticulous texture!"

Yang Jingxing couldn't sit still: "I'll go and see the garden."

He Hong squinted his eyes and was strict, but Ding Sangpeng said: "Go, you have to walk if you eat too much."

Yang Jingxing also pulled Qi Qingnuo: "Let's go."

After going out, Qi Qingnuo asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Jingxing sighed a little: "I don't like this feeling."

Qi Qingnuo also seemed to be dimmed: "You really don't like it?"

Yang Jingxing recalled: "I prefer the feeling of sitting down and watching your performance."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Doesn't it look beautiful?"

Yang Jingxing said, "It looks more beautiful now."

Qi Qingnuo asked: "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Yang Jingxing made an affectionate look: "Just look at it like this."

Qi Qingnuo chuckled and asked, "If it wasn't for Yu Xinting, wouldn't you be like this?"

Yang Jingxing said: "If it were An Xin, I would... I'm a teacher."

Qi Qingnuo mischievously said, "If I were her, I would be very touched."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Does it look attractive?"

Qi Qingnuo giggled and nodded: "I understand what you mean, I'm joking."

Yang Jingxing said: "Call Zhang Yanhao back."