When Yang Jingxing got home in the afternoon, his parents had already turned on the floor heating, but at that time the floor was just slightly warm, and the windows were wide open for cleaning, so the indoors and outdoors were basically the same. But now it is different, people are surrounded by warmth as soon as they enter the door.

, and this kind of gentleness and uniformity is much more comfortable than the air conditioners Yang Jingxing and He Peiyuan usually use. Even the sound of the movie coming from the living room is warm, accused Shan Gangye, it was after Kong Yafei was surprised by the low number of movie viewings for investors.

He Peiyuan kept saying that she wanted to appreciate one of the gifts, but she didn't actually take any action.

Yang Chengyi was the only one on the sofa, and the movie seemed to suit his taste. When his son walked to the coffee table, he realized that the big boss had changed the serious expression corresponding to the plot into a bit helpless: "I'm going to the top... Your mother is so diligent."

Yang Jingxing sympathized: "I've lost face today."

Yang Chengyi sighed contemptuously and continued watching TV.

He Peiyuan is also kind-hearted. In order to let her boyfriend's parents know more about the North American premiere of Yang Jingxing's Second Symphony, the girl made a video of the relevant video materials collected by the Chinese Orchestra and gave it to Director Yang. In fact,

It can also be watched on a computer, and those interview TV programs did not give the composer any space, but Xiao Shuxia had long complained that there was no TV at home, so how could she miss such a good opportunity.

Xiao Shuxia called her son before the Hongxing annual meeting to discuss what brand and model to buy. After being dissuaded by Yang Jingxing, she made her own decision in anger.

Seeing that the TV cabinet was fully stocked up and down, left and right, the total price of 140,000 yuan was not deceived, but these were definitely just mid-range goods from the specialty store, and He Peiyuan had swiped the card himself under the circumstances, and Xiao Shuxia had swiped the card.

It can be seen that Yang Chengyi's credit card has been maxed out.

Under his father's sideways glance, Yang Jingxing took out his wallet, pulled out a card and handed it over: "Here you go."

Yang Chengyi looked unhappy as if his father's authority had been challenged. He turned to his son and put his hands on his knees, and asked with dignity and contempt: "What are you doing?"

Yang Jingxing bent down and handed the card to his father's leg: "Eight hundred and twenty thousand has become four million, and the rate of return is good. The password has not changed."

Yang Chengyi remained motionless, lowered his eyes and looked at the bank card carefully, then returned his gaze to the TV. His lips trembled twice and he remembered a word: "A drop in the bucket, four million..."

"It makes sense." Yang Jingxing advised: "Take it, it will be even more embarrassing if you are seen."

Is Big Boss Yang such a vain and hypocritical person? Not to mention a mere four million, he didn't even bother to turn over his palm, he just nodded his chin: "Put it there."

Yang Jingxing put the card on the coffee table, turned around, and walked up the stairs almost effortlessly.

Yang Chengyi reminded loudly: "I drank and asked for a driver...why are you still down there when you come back?"

The lights upstairs became brighter and brighter, and some literature, history, classics and philosophy were added to the bookshelf, but there was still a long way to go. Xiao Shuxia's voice came from the utility room: "Back!?"

He Peiyuan leaned halfway out of the room, held on to the door frame with a smile and hummed. The tone was sweet, but it should be sweet for the elders.

Yang Jingxing also smiled: "What are you turning over?"

Xiao Shuxia was loud and annoyed: "Looking at a room full of people, there is no difference in what they can do!"

As he got closer, Yang Jingxing kissed his girlfriend quickly and then looked into the room: "Are you so poor?"

Xiao Shuxia had a reason: "Leave it here to collect ashes? He Yuanyuan will help you check it out. It's useless...it might be useful to bring it back to Jiuchun."

He Peiyuan turned around and said, "I smell so drunk."

If he heard it right, his girlfriend actually expressed tenderness and concern in her tone, which was almost heart-wrenching. Yang Jingxing was really flattered: "Smell it again."

The way He Peiyuan blinked her eyes was really sweet, but Xiao Shuxia also helped scold the scoundrels impartially and even raised her hand to hit him.

Yang Jingxing held his girlfriend's hand and talked to his mother: "There will be a car tomorrow, and I should be able to get a few things."

Xiao Shuxia still couldn't get used to the poor life: "Forget it, today is a delay... That's right! Come on, come on!"

It was time to go downstairs. Xiao Shuxia was very anxious. The American TV video she had watched before had no subtitles, but she was also sure that the long jabbering of the old American man between the two Chinese orchestra chiefs in Mandarin must be about the composer, and

He Peiyuan could only recall the rough translation of the Chinese Orchestra's Two Knives, but Xiao Shuxia wanted to hear it word for word, was that okay? Yang Jingxing had no problem, he had read it and remembered it, but Xiao Shuxia wanted to hear the same translation.

Audio interpretation.

Hahaha, the bank card on the coffee table has disappeared. Before Yang Chengyi finished watching the video that he could better understand, he persuaded his wife to let He Peiyuan go home first, but he was ignored and scolded for breaking the disc randomly.

He Peiyuan was not in a hurry to go home, and even picked up the teacup on the coffee table: "Uncle, would you like to make a new cup?"

"No, no need!" Yang Chengyi tried to snatch the cup back: "If you drink too much and can't sleep, just leave it."

He Peiyuan turned around anyway, her posture was really quiet. Xiao Shuxia changed the disc and took control of the remote control. She complained to her son that she paid for this set at around seven o'clock but it was not installed until nearly ten o'clock. The wait was very popular.

Jiao.

It would be embarrassing if the v of the Chinese Orchestra spread out. Preserving information is considered normal work, but the Chinese Orchestra also preserves it in too detail. In addition to three TV programs and interviews with several newspapers and websites, the disc also has many screenshots of web pages.

More than a hundred photos. In addition to the official promotional photos released by New Zealand, the Chinese orchestra also collected photos of fans entering and leaving the venue before and after the performance. In addition to various poorly-taken group photos, Yang Jingxing appeared several times.

Moreover, there were some ugly bubbling dirt transition effects between these uneven photos, and He Peiyuan only dared to show them to her parents and her boyfriend’s parents.

v There is also a title sequence. On the dazzling pure background, there is a big title commemorating the performance at Lincoln Center in New York in the winter of 2010. The subtitle is the great success of Yang Jingxing's Second Symphony.

Xiao Shuxia, who had to carefully select photos when posting them online many years ago, was still very excited now. She asked her husband to find a chance to go to the glorious Lincoln Art Center. Yang Jingxing told the truth, that so-called

The square is not as beautiful or spacious as the place where old ladies from Jiuchun perform square dances.

Yang Chengyi accepted his son's card and still spoke for his wife. What matters is the background.

Yang Jingxing couldn't wait for the Chinese orchestra's text introduction, so he asked his mother to find the location of the remote control. Xiao Shuxia refused. She didn't read it carefully before, so you just need to translate it for me.

Yang Chengyi also provoked the general: "I doubt you understand..."

He Peiyuan held the mouth of the cup with one hand and the bottom of the cup with the other. She carefully returned to the living room with a full cup. There was also a long-handled spoon in the cup.

The elders were probably afraid that the girl would get burnt, so they all focused their attention on He Peiyuan. They watched the cup steadily arrive at the coffee table, and slowly placed it in front of their son. The couple were really of the same mind, and the bottom of the glass cup lightly touched the solid wood coffee table.

The moment the sound was heard, Xiao Shuxia and Yang Chengyi's eyes met. Xiao Shuxia's exaggerated wink and wink, which was as expressive as possible in a short period of time, was simply disgusting.

It's not like he has never been treated before, but this is the first time that Yang Jingxing has been caught in the act by his parents who have warned him not to be chauvinistic. He is really nervous: "...Thank you." He picked it up.

He Peiyuan said quite naturally: "Auntie, I'll make you a drink too."

Xiao Shuxia smiled particularly kindly: "No, thank you Yuanyuan, come and sit down." She made more space between herself and her son.

Yang Jingxing is not hopelessly chauvinistic: "You don't want to drink?"

Xiao Shuxia has recognized it and is very supportive: "Yes, drinking honey water at night is good for your health. Drink a cup when you get up in the morning. I will prepare more local honey for you next time..."

He Peiyuan shook her head: "It's getting late, I'm going back..."

The two elders objected in unison. Xiao Shuxia got up and pushed the girl to sit on the couch, then sat on another single table to face her husband. Yang Chengyi was worried: "You have to help us supervise and don't let Yang Jingxing brag.

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He Peiyuan, who was originally in a dilemma, laughed: "No way..."

Yang Jingxing said with a shy face: "It's so sweet. Let's drink together."

He Peiyuan shook her head gently.

Xiao Shuxia seemed to prefer watching the exchange between her son and his girlfriend. She handed the remote control out: "Come on, take a look and see if you can send Yuanyuan home early."

He Peiyuan said seriously: "No need to send me off, go to bed early."

Yang Chengyi knew: "The chauffeurs are here..."

On TV, the opening credits of ithotthebaton, a talk show on the Medici Arts Channel in the United States, have finished playing. The old white man host with a very classic appearance has already begun to talk about "Friday night's carnival at Avery Fisher Hall" in an entertainment news tone.

"Yes. As the name suggests, this program is indeed an attempt to make serious musicians behave as "down-to-earth" as possible on the program, but not many guests can achieve the level of "laughing and cursing" like the host.

The program lasts forty minutes, but the first ten minutes are the host's one-man show, which is similar to a funny talk show. He rambles and sets the stage, and then the four principal voices of the New York Philharmonic, which is a hit this week, appear, which is unexpected.

Wilson, the band leader, is the most relaxed, probably because he is about the same age as the host, and they are too old to compare.

During the nearly half-hour conversation, the four principals of the Chinese orchestra only appeared on the stage at the tenth minute. The scene looked like the whole audience stood up and applauded. It should be that some Asians who looked like successful people were deliberately placed in the audience.

Faces, these people also work very hard to express themselves.

The four Chinese folk music principals were quite graceful when they came on stage, but there was a real language barrier. The translator hired by the TV station seemed not as good as Ai Ziran. The folk music principals first showed discomfort because the host made fun of the appearance of the instruments. Although they

I also know that this kind of joke is the so-called "cultural difference", but I still can't cater to it.

Yang Jingxing directly set the time at thirty-five minutes of the program, because it was here that the host officially brought the topic to Yang Jingxing's Second Symphony. The old and crooked host said that he memorized the names of all music genres and musicians throughout the ages.

, non-propositional music or propositional music, but this time he almost lost his voice, so who is Yang Jingxing?

Xiao Shuxia still understood her son's name, so she was a little dissatisfied: "Yang Jingxing, Yang Jingxing, you don't know how to read and practice it several times!"

Yang Jingxing couldn't come for simultaneous interpretation, so he paused the TV on the close-up picture of Wilson opening his mouth in an exaggerated way to speak nonsense, and explained to his mother: "The host asked me who I was."

Xiao Shuxia was very doubtful: "So simple? It's so long in front!"

He Peiyuan explained seriously to the elder on her right: "It's all foreshadowing. He must know the composer and asked on purpose. The TV audience doesn't know yet..."

"The top classical music station..." Yang Chengyi seemed to have learned a lot from He Peiyuan: "The audience doesn't know you yet, which shows the problem."

He Peiyuan analyzed to the left: "It is also for the effect of the program, and the composer needs more recognition from the industry, just like the screenwriter."

Yang Jingxing drank water and discussed with his parents: "If Jiuchun is not busy, we can play in Puhai for a few more days and wait for me to go back together."

Yang Chengyi hummed: "I'm not busy, Yuanyuan saw a lot of things in one night." He Peiyuan sat upright, looked up at the TV, put her palms under her legs and refused to testify.

Xiao Shuxia was worried: "Say another sentence, slow down."

Yang Jingxing just said, "This man said I am the most powerful person he has ever seen."

Yang Chengyi was also a little dissatisfied: "Others have a good relationship with you and think highly of you. The orchestra leader is the deputy conductor, and this is you?"

He Peiyuan was a little funny. She glanced at her boyfriend and showed her true nature. Yang Jingxing still said confidently: "I'm at home, and everyone else is this person and that person." This made his girlfriend glance at him again.

Xiao Shuxia looked at the people on TV carefully: "...who is the most powerful?"

Yang Jingxing knew what to ask next: "He didn't say anything, and no one else asked." Continue playing.
To be continued...