Yang Chengyi and his wife are not yet old. They woke up their son before seven o'clock in the morning on the third day of the lunar new year. The two of them were still full of energy, one red, one white, one singing and one harmonious. They had arranged the day's affairs in an orderly manner without any discussion. The requirements for the next generation seemed to be more

Stricter.

Yang Jingxing had nothing to do. After breakfast, he sat in front of the piano. After tinkering for a while, he didn't call his girlfriend until ten o'clock, an hour later than agreed. He Peiyuan was in good condition after eight hours of sleep.

However, she will definitely be busy after going to her grandma's house later. Even if she is not busy, her relatives will not know that she is "something serious", so she has to pay more attention to many things today.

In fact, after one night, the enthusiasm has been greatly reduced. The famous composer's mobile phone message notification tone will not ring for several minutes, and the incoming calls become sparse, but the new contact seems more enthusiastic.

Tan Dong has a double happiness. First, he feels that he has been recognized and liked by his girlfriend's family, and then he doesn't have to rush to pay back the money. Mr. Tan firmly believes that being famous is beneficial. From now on, composers will give lectures and open training courses.

It's high-end, easy to make money, and a mere two million is not worth mentioning.

Shao Lei was asked by his college classmates this morning, "What is 402 called Yang?" After asking for details, he criticized his high school classmates for not being interesting. However, he very loyally explained to his college classmates that 402 was not what people in the entertainment industry thought.

To become a musical artist is actually academic.

Shao Lei also reminded: "Have you given New Year greetings to the teacher?"

Yang Jingxing's performance was very average: "Just send a text message and Teacher Hu made a phone call."

Shao Lei's tone was full of evil: "We should wait until today to fight."

Yang Jingxing retorted: "Are you going to wait for the stock to rise?"

Shao Lei sighed: "It's not a good thing to go public. I'm just a retail investor with 50,000 shares."

Yang Jingxing also came: "It's not necessarily good to be famous..."

The two also chatted for a while, complaining about each other's difficulties in the world situation across industries. Now they are all men's vision, and they no longer disdain the scraps of the past.

Wen Yidi was also more sincere. He sent two text messages last night and called today. If the line was busy, he would call again half an hour later.

After Yang Jingxing answered the phone, he was still just in case: "Hello, who is this?"

"I am Wen Yidi." The fellow academic seemed to understand the busy man's omission, and his tone was still cordial: "Happy New Year, Director Yang."

"Happy New Year, Miss Wen." Yang Jingxing was so surprised that he almost said, "The number is quite special."

"It's okay." Wen Yidi wondered: "Does Director Yang not read text messages often?"

"Sometimes I may not pay close attention." Yang Jingxing said narcissistically: "Has Miss Wen ever sent me a text message?"

Wen Yidi said generously: "It's okay. I'll call you later. I wanted to call you last night. I know you're very busy."

"Is there something wrong, Miss Wen?" Yang Jingxing became more active: "I'll give you my work email address. Please note it down so that it can be more convenient."

"Let me think about it." Wen Yidi quickly positioned himself: "Actually, it's a private matter."

Yang Jingxing remained upright: "Please tell me."

Wen Yidi pondered and then chuckled: "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Yang Jingxing corrected himself: "Miss Wen is too polite."

After a brief silence in which they were not familiar with each other, Wen Yidi continued to socialize skillfully: "By the way, when will you come to Pingjing again?"

Yang Jingxing was straightforward: "I can't get through it in the short term. There are too many things going on. Pingjing needs to take a break first."

"I was sorry last time. I only asked you out so late for a sip of tea." Wen Yidi was really polite: "Next time you come, you must inform me in advance and give me a chance to make amends."

"I'm so embarrassed that Miss Wen said that. It's me who feels bad." Yang Jingxing said plausibly: "I should have solemnly thanked Dean Feng and the others and looked for another chance."

"Dean Feng is very nice..." Wen Yidi may be making up a lie: "I admire you very much... and I have studied your works very deeply. To tell you the truth, I asked her a lot when I was waiting for you that day.

, because to be honest, I haven’t even fully understood a few sonatas, they are too deep, and your works are produced too quickly.”

Yang Jingxing said, "Dean Feng has a very good reputation. I have long admired his name."

"Yeah..." Wen Yidi was about to ponder again: "By the way, how is things going?"

Yang Jingxing was unsure: "What is Miss Wen talking about?"

Wen Yidi reminded: "Folk band, Wu Chengwei..."

Yang Jingxing: "I don't dare to interrupt you yet. I'm busy during the Chinese New Year. It's an embarrassing and unkind invitation, but I have to thank Professor Feng and the others no matter what."

"This matter..." Wen Yidi doubted: "It's not an embarrassment."

Yang Jingxing thought: "It's quite troublesome. It's not just a small favor for one person..."

Wen Yidi rushed to encourage: "To be honest, I think it should be very simple if you find a folk band by yourself, because this matter must go through the leadership, but the matter is rather special, and face and favor must be the same."

Yang Jingxing answered, "Yes, so I asked Dean Feng for help. I'm very embarrassed, but I just treat it as a student asking for help from my teacher."

Wen Yidi seemed to have nothing to say: "Dean Feng is really good..."

Yang Jingxing said interestingly: "I have a call to answer. Thank you again, Miss Wen. I wish you good luck in the Year of the Pig, good luck in your studies and progress in your work, and we will chat again when we have the opportunity."

Wen Yidi replied: "Okay, I also wish you all the best and all your wishes come true."

"Thank you. Goodbye."

It’s not too much of a lie. In a few minutes, Yang Jingxing will answer Hu Wenyan’s call. Manager Hu and his children are accompanying her husband to pay New Year greetings to the leaders. After lunch, they will go out together to relax. The weather in Puhai is nice today and I should have gone out early, but

Don’t delay your children’s piano practice.

The Zhou and Liu families are obviously enjoying themselves. The parents have spoken to Director Yang one after another. They have watched the news last night, and there are many associations and sighs. However, Liu Le, a first-year student of Puyin High School, was caught up by his father and paid New Year's greetings to Teacher Yang. He was still obviously introverted.

, just responded to the teacher’s encouragement with a yes.

The lunch gathering for Yang Jingxing and his friends was arranged by Xiao Shuxia. The first four-star hotel in Jiuchun was newly built last year, but it was rated as genuine by the Hotel Association and the Tourism Bureau. The so-called scenic villas built by Yang Chengyi and the others before were not

After the successful sale, I rented it to others and built the Shanshui Jingshe Hotel. It had forty or fifty rooms and the business was booming for a while. However, it soon received a severe impact from the four-star rating and could no longer continue the business and wanted to quit the lease, so I also

It seems that Xiao Shuxia is measured.

The two girls took a taxi first to pick up the composer, but they also seriously suggested not to drink too much later, especially to control Lu Lin. Drunk madness used to be happy, but now it doesn't seem that way.

So obvious.

The three of them arrived at the hotel first and stood waiting outside the gate. Yang Jingxing was still answering the phone and sending text messages. The two girls were bored and whispered intermittently. After more than ten minutes, Liu Miao finally relaxed his brows and said: "Here we come."

Seeing the oncoming car, Yang Jingxing wanted to stand up and wave, but the black SUV stopped on the side of the road and did not enter the square in front of the hotel, while the people in the car were still hiding.

Yang Jingxing answered the phone: "Watermelon?"

Du Ling's tone was filled with sadness: "Can you please stop harming us? Let others know that we are still playing with you. How can we hang out in Jiuchun?"

Lu Lin was immediately angry: "Get in... I didn't mention Xia Xue and the others."

Xu Wei acted bravely: "Call them over quickly."

Zhang Yang was very sad and angry: "We came here at the risk of ruining our reputation... Here he comes, driving and driving!"

Yang Jingxing didn't mean to expose his friends. He came to the car to say hello to the driver. Although he had not met Du Ling's cousin a few times, it didn't prevent them from acting like they were familiar with each other.

The driver explained in an imposing manner that he was not timid and did not dare to approach the Fourth Master. He was really annoyed by the shouts from these people in the car. However, after being invited by the Fourth Master for a drink, the driver shook his head again and again and shouted at the passengers to get out of the car.

He also wants to go to a New Year dinner.

The four people from Lu and Lin jumped out of the car and ran away, rushing into the hotel and screaming like they were hiding from the plague. The huge panic caused Liu Miao and Xiaxue to panic and run with them.

Yang Jingxing chatted with the driver for a few more words before turning around and chasing him into the hotel. He found that his good friends were exchanging bitter words. Lu Lin insisted that he was the most unjust. He was still answering the phone at two o'clock in the morning last night, and there were several calls this morning.

, how many dinner parties have been promoted and how many people have been offended. It is obviously Yang Popi who has forgotten his roots, but he has shouldered the blame himself.

Zhang Yangcai suffered a huge loss, and it was even more painful to describe it to Liu Miao and Xiaxue. The female classmate from elementary school who asked him for the composer's phone number was an acquaintance of the two girls.

The fourth grader wanted to seek revenge on Yang Jingxing for being sprinkled with water while doing school hygiene. However, Zhang Yang had a very good impression of him and he sincerely expressed that they should have a meal together to bond. However, Yang Jingxing did not answer the phone, so the elementary school

The classmate suspected that he had been tricked and was disappointed with Zhang Yang. The relationship completely broke down before they even connected.

In general, the strategy of "breaking up with that kind of person a long time ago" that the friends have discussed is of no use at all. Not only does it not clear up the relationship with the Four Masters, but it also has a serious problem of "covering up for people who look down on Jiuchunren".

Suspect, if people find out that he is eating with Yang Popi again today, he will not be able to behave as a human being.

Liu Miao and Xiaxue just thought it was funny. They didn't have any trouble in this regard. After all, their relationship with the so-called composer was only ordinary. Du Ling didn't believe it. People were asking about her, who was more ordinary.

While sarcastically discovering that there was a piano in the lobby of the hotel, the fair-weather friends became even more enthusiastic. After a while, they were agitated and intimidated, and the waiter who led the way nodded with a grimace and admitted that the piano was prepared for the "Four Masters". He tentatively surrounded and threatened the piano.

The concierge bar of the inexpensive baby grand piano was opened, and the waiter couldn't help but encourage the guests: "It doesn't matter, someone has tried it before, and it was used once at a wedding banquet."

Du Ling asked for a song called "Sword, Light, Sword, and Shadow," but Zhang Yang and Xuwei knew that this was an insult to the Four Masters. It had to be Chopin and Mozart.

"You guys don't understand Chopin, so why bother." Yang Jingxing really wanted to break off diplomatic relations with Jiuchun, "Make it simple."

Lu Lin gritted his teeth and clapped his hands and invited the waiter: "Applause to the Four Masters!"

After all, it is a nearly new grand piano, with decent timbre and good pitch. The lobby also has a bit of a theater effect. The Four Masters' song "Tranquility" quickly attracted the idle front desk, tea specialty buyers and gatekeepers. The audience reached

A huge number of ten people.

Patiently watching the guest stand up after playing the music for a few minutes, several hotel staff immediately showed four-star good service awareness, their smiles and applause were all professional, and their flattery was really nice.

Yang Jingxing asked the audience: "Is this a wasted reputation?"

Friends kept calling the master famous and wanted to bow to each other, but Liu Miao didn't give a good look: "It doesn't sound good, play again!" Xia Xue actually smiled, but she smiled more at her best friend.

Lu Lin immediately begged Liu Miao for mercy: "Goodbye, I can't pretend anymore."

Zhang Yang was even more serious: "Give me a vomit bag quickly!"

Du Ling was angry: "Fortunately there are no outsiders, and it's a good thing to celebrate the New Year."
To be continued...