beauty winner

The distance was very short, Yang Jingxing hadn't finished summarizing the types and meanings of friends when he saw Yu Xinting's parents waiting outside the hotel gate.Yu's father changed into a suit and looked more refined than on the 24th. Yu's mother's hair was also newly done. It may be that they had rested for a few days, and both of them looked more energetic.

Yu Xinting seemed to have understood Yang Jingxing's meaning, and said, "No matter what the method is, friends always respect each other. An Xin, Tian Tian, ​​Xiao Jie... are all the same."

Yang Jingxing nodded approvingly: "Mmm...but it's a bit different for someone like me who is both a teacher and a friend."

Yu Xinting giggled.

Yang Jingxing said again: "Take your time, don't rush, accompany your parents, have dinner, and just arrive at the theater before 08:30, don't miss Nuonuo and the others."

Yu Xinting said: "I will go with my mother."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "That's right... But today there is a dressing room, so you can rest if you go."

The car stopped, Yu's father and Yu's mother came over to thank the driver, urged his daughter to hurry up, and still had time to invite Yang Jingxing to have dinner together.

Yang Jingxing was in a hurry to go home and change his clothes, and then rushed to Ding Sangpeng's house.Ding Sangpeng's son and daughter-in-law have already cleaned up the old man, and the daughter-in-law is a little sad. The old suit of the old man seems to be a little bigger.

Ding Sangpeng was in good spirits. He briefly asked about the situation last night, but he praised Qin Mengli's artistic spirit: "...Continuously striving for the top, never satisfied and never ending."

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "I still have a lot of room for creation, the piano is difficult."

Ding Sangpeng laughed, a bowl of rice was not too much, and he took the initiative to drink half a bowl of soup.

Before going out, Yang Jingxing took the coat from Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law and put it on for the old man, and accepted all kinds of instructions.But Ding Sangpeng seemed unhappy that his daughter-in-law asked Yang Jingxing to hold the thermos cup containing ginseng soup. The daughter-in-law was very good at observing words and expressions, so she said that she would drink it when she came back at night.

After getting in the car, Yang Jingxing still talked to the old man about the editorial committee. Yang Jingxing didn't want to sing praises, but he felt something in his heart, which was the difference or gap between Chinese and Western music education and theory.

This Ding Sangpeng is willing to discuss, for example, when he went abroad, other people's piano performance and piano education are different majors, and there are indeed advanced places.

In this case, Yang Jingxing began to think whether he could accept the ideas of some editorial board members, and also made some introductions and prospects for the new development of composition technology in the book.

Ding Sangpeng is very supportive of comparing his advanced and exquisite technology decades ago with the present. As long as it can inspire readers, he is willing to be a negative teaching material.

I have to go to the hotel to pick up Tang Qing. Tang Qing didn't go back to Ding Sangpeng's house to disturb him because the show ended late last night. Today, there is no such worry.

Tang Qing had gossip, saying that he received a call from an international friend at noon today, and asked him whether there was really a real piano genius here. The other party heard about it from the French editorial committee...

It was nearly seven o'clock when the car arrived at the Puhai Grand Theater. The white modern building at night was a little dazzlingly illuminated by the white main lights, and the underground parking lot was already full.

Yang Jingxing hadn't come to a complete stop yet, and two administrators of the school he kept in touch with by phone, a man and a woman, trotted over to greet the two old composers by the back door. The woman seemed a little excited, but she was very careful in helping Ding Sangpeng.

Walk slowly, enter the elevator, the two executives finished their welcome speeches and began to express their personal feelings, saying that Ding Sangpeng and Tang Qing are very energetic, and they must be in good health and live a long life, Tang Qing haha.

The elevator went to the ground floor, and when it came out, it was the outer hall of the VIP hall. Ding Sangpeng even took out the invitation letter from his pocket, but the female teacher quickly said no.

There is also a sign-in counter in the outer hall, and the staff are respectful, laying out notebooks and handing over pens with both hands.Ding Sangpeng's dry handwriting is vigorous and powerful, while Tang Qing is much more free and easy.

The staff handed the pen to Yang Jingxing again, and Yang Jingxing said, "I'm not."

The other party seemed a little embarrassed, and persuaded: "Sign one...it doesn't matter."

Yang Jingxing really shamelessly signed it.

Entering the VIP lounge from the outer hall, this place is really incomparable to the Puhai Concert Hall. It is spacious, bright and gorgeous. It is estimated that there are no. 50 people sitting and chatting in twos and threes, all of them well-dressed.

The moment the female teacher helped Ding Sangpeng take off his coat to deposit it, Yang Zhixin had strode over to greet him, and quite a few people were moved by the wind, and half of them got up.

Yang Zhixin stretched out his hands all the way: "Old Ding, welcome!"

Ding Sangpeng also warmed his hands: "Thank you..."

This is the trend of queuing up to shake hands with Ding Sangpeng, but the Puyin people are modest and let the foreign guests go first. The dean of the Manhattan Conservatory of Music who follows Yang Zhixin has a lot of respect to express, and Ding Sangpeng can understand and be polite.

Tang Qin patted Yang Jingxing's shoulder, almost whispering, "Aren't we like two bodyguards who pretend to be powerful?"

As if heard, Yang Zhixin came to welcome Tang Qing again.

Ding Sangpeng probably couldn't understand French, so the knowledgeable and talented Yang Zhixin hurriedly helped.Compared with the principal of the school, the editorial board is not only respectful, but also apprehensive, wondering whether they have enough ability.

When the guests had almost made a round, Yang Zhixin didn't give his colleagues another chance, and said loudly: "In this way, Mr. Ding is old, let's keep it simple, and express our high respect with the warmest applause. Welcome Mr. Ding and Mr. Ding." Old Tang."

The applause was very warm.

There was still emotion in Ding Sangpeng's smile. He nodded his head and said loudly: "Thank you, thank you everyone. I am very happy... Puyin has been with Puyin for 80 years, and I have been with Puyin for more than half a century. Taking today's opportunity, Gathering with so many old friends may not have such an opportunity in the future."

Feeling that the festive crowd dimmed suddenly, Gong Xiaoling shouted from the outside on tiptoe: "There are still [-], [-]th anniversary, you still have to come!"

Everyone supports, Ding Sangpeng smiled and nodded: "I really want to see that day, I can see Puyin, and see our musicians making more and better achievements..." Looking back, pull Behind him, Yang Jingxing's arm was in his hand, and he pulled it forward.

Yang Jingxing hastily stepped forward.

Ding Sangpeng didn't let go, and continued: "I'm very happy, our young generation is very uplifting... Thank you for your concern and care for Yang Jingxing. I believe that their generation can live up to expectations and fulfill their mission. They will definitely surpass us and do more and better than me. good."

Everyone nodded, Tang Qing put his hand on Yang Jingxing's shoulder and patted again.Yang Zhixin took the lead in applauding again, and everyone responded enthusiastically.

Yang Jingxing, who had lost his status as a bodyguard, was obviously at a loss, and said to Ding Sangpeng with a dry smile, "I haven't even thanked you yet."

Gong Xiaoling squeezed forward, her over fifty eyes were full of tears, she held Ding Sangpeng's arm, and said emotionally, "Old Ding, we thank you too!"

Puyin people took practical actions one after another, Lu Kaiping was much more active than He Hongchui, and they all started to praise Ding Sangpeng, and ordered Yang Jingxing to take good care of him.

Ding Sangpeng didn't need it, so let everyone go to work, don't be wasted by yourself.

Yang Zhixin said nicely to let the old man rest, and now he said that the secretary of the school party committee accompanied some "government guests" in the inner hall, and asked Ding Sangpeng if he wanted to meet, there should be acquaintances, and invited Tang Qing to join him.

Tang Qing refused, saying that he is a Taiwanese, don't get the topic wrong today, he is going to chat with Gong Xiaoling.

Ding Sangpeng was accompanied by Yang Jingxing and Yang Zhixin into the inner hall, which looked like a VIP reception room in a hotel in the morning, with bright lights, soft carpets, and more fashionable single sofas in a large circle around the room, about twenty of them, Almost full.

The secretary of the school party committee reacted the fastest, standing up at once: "Mr. Ding, you are here..." Then he lowered himself to invite the people in the seat: "Chairman He, Chairman Gong, this is Mr. Ding, Ding Sangpeng, our famous composer."

The fastest of the others to get up was a kind old woman with all white hair who was estimated to be at least 70 years old. She walked over in a few steps, with her hands outstretched and a bright smile: "Old Ding, hello...you are my old leader now." !"

Ding Sangpeng didn't seem to know the old subordinates, so the school secretary introduced: "Old Ding, this is the Vice Chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, Ms. He Fangxin."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Hello."

He Fangxin kept shaking hands: "When you were in the CPPCC, I was still working in the secretariat. I heard your report, and now I am inheriting your work. I can't do a better job than you." As if afraid that Ding Sangpeng's ears would be inconvenient, he said It was quite loud.

Ding Sangpeng said modestly: "You did a good job, I didn't fulfill my duty..."

People around were busy saying good things to both sides, and He Fangxin was active: "Let me introduce to you..."

They also lined up, first of all, the chairman of the Standing Committee of the Municipal People's Congress. He had met Ding Sangpeng, and he still called Ding Sangpeng the chairman.Then there is the chairman of the CPPCC, who knows that Mr. Ding is a national treasure-level artist and musician.There are also the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, the deputy mayor, the vice chairman of the CPPCC...

The head of the Municipal Propaganda Department not only respected Ding Sangpeng, but also shook hands with Yang Jingxing, and was able to reminisce about the old days. The topic was Qi Qingnuo.

The Director of the Education Bureau also knew Yang Jingxing, so he inquired pleasantly, "Will Editor-in-Chief Zhan come tonight?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I will come."

The Director of Education asked again, "Where is Secretary Meng?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know."

The Director of Education hehe: "Secretary Meng attaches great importance to the development of folk music..."

After getting acquainted with each other, Ding Sangpeng was invited to the table, and He Fangxin wanted to serve tea and water himself, almost scaring the service staff, so Yang Jingxing went to help.

Everyone sat down slowly, and the order changed a little.He Fangxin had a friendly conversation with Ding Sangpeng in a loud voice, and it was a bit of a chat, because both of them had worked hard since the beginning of liberation, and the rest of them were still little kids when the reform and opening up.

Yang Zhixin asked Yang Jingxing to stay here, and quietly retreated by himself, as if he paid more attention to those people outside.

Squatting in the corner with Yang Jingxing was a young female staff member of the school's party committee office. She said sharply, "There seems to be no water in the cup over there...Do you want to go or should I go?"

Yang Jingxing asked: "You go, I'm a little scared."

"Then I'll go." She didn't seem very bold either.

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