He Peiyuan was so diligent. She came to Ding's house just after eight o'clock on Monday morning and had some food.

The daughter-in-law of the deceased seemed to have recovered from her grief. She wanted the girl to help persuade Yang Jingxing, who had not slept all night, to go to sleep for a while: "Take a bath. You can help him wash and dry his clothes. Come and let me tell you about the machine."

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"It's okay. You should rest as much as possible and don't worry about it. He is a young man." He Peiyuan looked very mature: "I'm a bit busy today. Let's talk about it tonight."

I didn't even make a call before going to bed last night, I only sent two text messages. Yang Jingxing still had nothing to do, so the girl just talked with him. The sun had already set when she went to the International Garden to get her computer before going home yesterday. It was a bit strange.

I didn’t feel scared, but I still took my things and left.

After returning home, He Peiyuan had an unintentional family discussion with her parents, which covered many topics, mainly around family ties. Fan Yali once again mentioned the plan to take her mother to live with her. Her husband had always agreed, and knew that although the old man

He says he is used to being alone but he is not unwilling. He Weidong himself wants to see his brother who has been separated for more than ten years, but now he can't contact him. He often changes his phone number. The girl's feeling is

My parents are getting older. They once loved life and pursued fashion so much, but now they have almost no personal desires.

Yesterday, the three members of the He family also read both news. Fan Yali felt that Ding Sangpeng did not die of illness, while He Weidong said that death of old age and death were all due to illness... For a family where someone has to take anti-rejection drugs for life and may even have abnormal creatinine at any time, this

The topic is not easy either.

What is even more taboo is the 306 group. He Peiyuan took a look and found that although her friends cherished the memory of the elderly, they did not talk about "birth, old age, illness and death", even though Liu Siman has not been online for a long time.

The atmosphere of the main group is stronger than that of 306. Several middle-aged and elderly people wrote affectionate memorial messages and shared them, which were well received. Yang Tongyu took the initiative to write an elegiac couplet for the whole group and many people have already booked it, but the most popular one is the memorial service.

At the meeting, no leader of the troupe came forward to express their opinion on the proposal to perform works in memory of the composer.

In fact, there were already news on the Internet before TV news, and portal websites had opened special pages. He Peiyuan did not find it strange. What was more unexpected was the reaction of netizens, which was relatively small compared to the attention that serious music usually receives.

It's "enthusiastic", and the comments are quite neat. He Peiyuan also knows that many netizens have not necessarily heard of Ding Sangpeng's works, but on the bright side, at least the general public is not disgusted with this art form.

He Peiyuan felt that the city of Puhai had feelings for Ding Sangpeng, and she dared to expect to see more ordinary listeners mourning the composer on the day of the memorial service. This was also what she expected, compared to other leaders.

Yang Jingxing said that the news from the funeral office was relatively optimistic. There were many enthusiastic citizens consulting, but more of them were various organizations and groups.

He Peiyuan suggested that her boyfriend should go home and take a nap this afternoon or evening. There will only be more things to do tomorrow, and there will be no rest on the night of the 6th.

Yang Jingxing's plan was to wait until the school meeting was over and instructions were given that he would contact the time zone tonight, and he would also sleep.

Just as he was talking, a call came from the communication office of the school, saying that there would be a meeting soon. Director Yang had already communicated with the principal, right? Are there any details that need to be added? The communication office had better prepare early to seize the time. Although Director Yang had already

I have almost explained everything to Teacher You, but it would be more efficient and effective to discuss it directly with the directors.

Seeing He Peiyuan tidying up the coffee table and sofa, Ding Sangpeng's eldest granddaughter-in-law came to see if she could help: "You have worked hard too."

"No, I can't help you much." He Peiyuan thought again: "How about I go buy some food for the family and come back, just buy some cooked food."

"His uncle brought him here." The eldest grandson's daughter-in-law muttered, "It's not convenient to have several children at home..."

He Peiyuan did not accept the invitation to have lunch at home, and left after the funeral home staff came to serve her again. She no longer needed to say a special goodbye to her relatives.

Yang Jingxing was actually not too busy. He mainly sat and answered the phone, and mostly did the work in the funeral office. It was just that people like Qin Shigui who were not very familiar with the Puhai music scene were easier to talk to.

Chen Qunguan showed on the phone that he was relatively aware of his junior brother's feelings towards Senior Ding, and went on to say that among the younger generation of Chinese musicians, who dared to say that they were not influenced by Senior Ding, so he originally had to take office after May Day?

The pianist decided to go back to Puhai first, and the air tickets were booked.

Hu Yiqing just estimated that Yang Jingxing should attend the memorial service, so she would also go and see it.

Earlier than the weather forecast, it started raining heavily during the Qingming Festival before lunch, and there was a heavy shower at the beginning. People from the office came into the house dripping wet, but they didn't care. Director Gu didn't know how he found out about this.

, the young man was called Director Yang, and he was pushed to an unknown number of levels at once.

Looking at the arrival of the three people, they thought that there were many things to discuss. In fact, they just wanted to inform their relatives. The list of leaders was basically determined. The four leadership positions entrusted by the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China must be read out in the news.

Relatives have also made arrangements, and the eldest son, eldest grandson and his wife will receive condolences.

Director Gu had to confirm: "Where is Director Yang?"

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

"Director Yang, as Mr. Ding's most valued student, can achieve such high musical achievements at such a young age." Director Gu was so serious that it didn't even seem like a suggestion: "I think at this time..."

Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly since he didn't have any preparations anyway.

So let's do it. There's no need to force this matter. And the small leaders are also very particular about working methods and use the form of condolence talks to bring out some precautions. Leaders' time is of the essence, and relatives will definitely understand...

Before the conversation was over, Yang Jingxing went to answer his girlfriend's call: "Are you home yet?"

"No, it's blocked." He Peiyuan didn't complain: "Lao Qi said they were going to have a look and asked me if I was going. I said I had just left."

Yang Jingxing asked: "When will they come?"

"Two o'clock, ask me to tell you. It's inconvenient to ask us. I said there should be no one else." He Peiyuan's speaking speed saves time: "She said she didn't need to go, but the leader called me. I said it should be done but I couldn't.

Represents 306."

"You asked her if the friendship she made on Thursday was in vain?" Yang Jingxing was still thinking about this, "She talks so much."

"Of course you have to tell me." He Peiyuan was considerate: "And it would be a bit inappropriate for her not to go."

"I think it's nothing." Yang Jingxing never forgets: "Be careful if it rains. We'll talk about it when we get home."

It can be said that the Chinese National Orchestra had a good grasp of the time, not too rushed and relatively timely, but it was still beaten by the Puhai Philharmonic Orchestra. The leader Wang Jinzhe and the chief conductor Lian Lixin arrived at half past one. The Ding family was busy at this time.

It was a bit much, but it was all relatives and friends without a leader. Wang Jinzhe fully showed his emotional side and almost shed tears when talking to his relatives. It didn't look like an act.

The children and grandchildren of the deceased were also moved by the first music group representative to visit, and the daughter-in-law even said sincere words such as "the tea will be cool when you leave".

Before two o'clock, the second group of music group representatives were introduced into the living room by the deceased's granddaughter. The leader was the president of the Grand Theater Art Center, followed by Xiao Diyang and Wen Fujiang, and finally Qi Qingnuo.

The representatives from both parties were all old acquaintances, but they didn’t even nod to each other. The one who arrived first seemed to get up and accompany the relatives to receive condolences, and they waited for the newcomers to shake the hands of the relatives before they added some words of appreciation. Wu

The president and Xiao Diyang also shook hands with Yang Jingxing. Although they did not say any words of condolences, they still had full expressions. As for the captain Wen and deputy captain Qi, they seemed to be too familiar with Director Yang, so they were exempted.

Everyone consciously squeezed in to sit a little bit, and Wang Jinzhe, the girl who was the deputy leader of the group, was given a single sofa. There was no need for her to be polite at this time.

He is usually a eloquent person, but this time it was all the same old talk. Qi Qingnuo didn't even say much, and just explained to his relatives that Commander Lu had gone back to his hometown to visit his grave and had not yet returned.

After sitting for about ten minutes, President Wu proposed to hold a memorial concert with his relatives. Everyone supported this. Wen Fujiang considered whether it was appropriate to pay tribute to Ding's beloved career and achievements at the memorial service.

Outstanding achievements.

Relatives are afraid of bothering everyone, and everyone thinks this is the highest honor. Of course, the honor cannot be exclusive. At least some of it should be divided between the Conservatory of Music and the Symphony Orchestra. Everyone believes that it will be well coordinated. As for 306, it may be a little short of qualifications.

, anyway, Qi Qingnuo didn’t express his position and no one else asked.

Not long after the two orchestras bid farewell to their relatives and went off to do their business, the Puyin Troupe arrived. The principal’s party committee secretary, representatives of various departments, and leaders of the affiliated middle school and elementary school, more than a dozen of them. You Shangyan represented the Piano Art Center, and he also performed a bit outstandingly.

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Li Yingzhen, who was not present, called the student to ask about the situation. She didn't seem too heavy and was taking her granddaughter to the botanical garden to make up for the disappointment of not being able to travel. Oh, Yu Xinting and An Xin have entrusted Zhang Chujia to help send wreaths and elegiac couplets. An

Xin originally wanted to return to China, but Li Yingzhen dissuaded her from focusing on the concert.

The more people from Puyin came, the faster they left. However, after being sent out, they took Director Yang to discuss for more time in the drizzle. You Shangyan even took out his notebook to take notes.

Before dinner, He Peiyuan called again to ask about the afternoon, and then she thought of rushing over to stay with her boyfriend all night, but she didn't lose her temper after she refused.

Tomorrow is Tomb Sweeping Day, and the children and grandchildren of the Ding family are also going to visit the grave. They plan to leave early before dawn and return early, but they still need to take a rest. Before going to bed, the family took Yang Jingxing to have a good chat. The atmosphere was not sad. The content was first of all about the funeral.

Once that is done, then we must look forward, work, study and live well so as not to embarrass grandpa and great-grandfather.

After spending two days together, Yang Jingxing, who had never gotten to know the younger generation of the Ding family in depth, even asked about the study status of his eldest great-grandson.

On Tuesday, He Peiyuan arrived at Ding's house at around eight o'clock again. She also bought breakfast for five or six people not far from the community. In fact, there were only three people in the house. The girl also ate it herself and thought the steamed buns tasted okay.

I just don’t know if I was stopped illegally to take pictures.

It was only after listening to He Peiyuan that the daughter-in-law of the Ding parents knew that Yang Jingxing's parents were coming over today, which was really troublesome. He Peiyuan suggested that her boyfriend go home later to take a shower and change clothes, and the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law urged, "What are you waiting for, go now!"

When they went out and got in the car, He Peiyuan suggested to lie flat on the seat, but the man scolded her and said she couldn't sleep while sitting in the passenger seat of a novice female driver. The girl was too lazy to pursue the matter, so let's talk about last night's situation and how the international reaction was.

Sample?

Yang Jingxing didn't make many phone calls last night. He mainly sent emails because it was easier to make requests in letters and only needed to be copied and pasted with slight modifications.

In fact, so much time has passed, and half of the twenty-odd replies that Yang Jingxing received in time already knew the news of the composer's death. People like Green are already considering adding a special chapter to their autobiographies. The conductor performed

Writers are similar. In their language and habits, they are like the loss of mankind after the death of great masters, but only half of them actually show enthusiasm for doing things.

He Peiyuan can understand that the serious music scene is also realistic. Who makes the composer have no special achievements in the last twenty years of his life? He is not popular enough and has no topic. And for publishers who are not "realistic" enough, they may give

The Ding family has brought another real income, and the girl is a little worried. Will it cause another inheritance dispute?

Yang Jingxing is not worried. Although the family does not look very lively and loving, they are harmonious.

Back at the International Famous Garden, from the moment she entered the door, she squatted down to help put on her slippers and take off her shoes. He Peiyuan treated her boyfriend as if he couldn't take care of himself. When taking a shower, he not only rubbed his back vigorously, but also wanted to help rub his hair a few times. There is a shower inside

Before it was closed, the bath towel was unfolded outside and waiting. In fact, Yang Jingxing had been squinting for two or three hours in the first half of last night.

After being pushed onto the bed, the man stretched himself hard and tried to sleep for a while: "Good afternoon, my wife."

The girl only kissed her once, and neither of them seemed to have any other thoughts.

When Yang Jingxing opened his eyes again, he saw that the time was already 14:40. As he was putting on his clothes and leaving the room, he heard his mother downstairs, who seemed to be a little excited: "It's hard to talk about this kind of thing, even if others don't talk about it ourselves

I don’t feel good about it either!”

"Yes." He Peiyuan's tone agreed: "If he is really unlucky, he may not be able to do these things, and it will change..."

Yang Jingxing was filial first: "Have you eaten?"

Xiao Shuxia looked up at her son, with a smile on her face, as if she had traveled hundreds of kilometers to attend the funeral. Yang Chengyi was a little better, with a calm expression: "Hurry up and eat, we'll get there early."
To be continued...