When they arrived at the funeral home and the body was being wheeled away by the undertaker, the relatives began to feel pain again. Fortunately, their attention was suddenly diverted after waiting in the condolence hall.

The venue, which is no smaller than a basketball court, seems to have been completely arranged. On both sides of the entrance are dense and neat rows of wreaths of white flowers and blue leaves. They are really made from the same mold. Even the height and angle of the elegiac couplets are consistent. However, only the elegiac couplets in the front row are the same.

To show his name, it is estimated that not many people will walk into the narrow space between the rows at the back to take a closer look at each one. Anyway, the relatives don’t even look at the first row, but it is also the Zhang family, Huo Lian, Li Xin and Qi Qingnuo.

It's level one.

There should be about 200 flower baskets in the two large arrays at the door. Further inside, there are two rows on the left and right, and quickly branch out into long rows on both sides until the wall. It still looks impressive and saves quantity. The reason why it is expanded in the middle is for convenience.

Orchestra, but the dozens of folding chairs were arranged too horizontally, vertically, and boxy. The orientation of the orchestra was also discussed, and the final decision was to face outwards. The black grand piano was provided by Puyin and decorated with white flowers.

Yang Jingxing was free and adjusted the chairs alone. The symphony orchestra arranged "Ding Sangpeng's Second Symphony" compiled by two pipes. Lian Lixin chose the symphonic poem "Zhu Lu" based on his own preferences. The atmosphere may not be suitable for today's symphonic poem "Zhu Lu".

". The Chinese orchestra prepared "Gui Feng" which is not very representative of the composer and is equivalent to the Suola Concerto, but it is the biggest event and requires a choir of twenty or thirty people.

Yang Chengyi came to help his son and talked about the names on the elegiac couplets on the left and right sides. The funeral office seemed to arrange the professors, principals, and city hall and bureau levels together.

Yang Jingxing could not recognize all the names of hundreds of people, but he was sure that An Xin and Chen Qun Guan had no professional title or rank.

After the adjustment, the distance between the last row of chairs and the funeral bed was further, seven or eight meters. The flowers on the funeral bed were also mainly white with two circles of yellow chrysanthemums. A total of nine flower baskets were arranged in an arc in front of the funeral bed.

Wan Ren's name is well known to everyone. On the wall parallel to the funeral bed but far away are the members of the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee and relatives.

There is a relatively empty section after the coffin before reaching the background wall. In the middle of the wall is a large framed portrait. It is also technologically advanced. There is a projection screen on both sides of the banner "In deep memory of Comrade Ding Sangpeng", which will project the deceased.

Photos of life and work, certificates of honor, music scores, etc.

The entire condolence hall was really grand, solemn and noble. Xiao Shuxia looked admiring it, and then she discovered that there were several lounges of various sizes... It was really a glorious death!

Although there was a list, Yang Jingxing was afraid that the funeral home would cut corners and went through the wreaths and baskets one by one. There were thousands of wreaths and baskets.

It's really realistic. As for the two arrays at the door, it seems that only the first row is very particular. Most of the others are casually placed, and the 306 ones are not put together. And as a student of Li Yingzhen, An Xin can compete with the department and bureau.

They all showed up together, but Zhang Chujia and Yu Xinting were placed in this corner.

At nearly six o'clock, the family members received the body in front of the mourning hall. The old man changed into a new Chinese tunic suit and wore a black peaked cap that he had used before his death. His face looked better than when he was alive, and he really seemed to be asleep.

In order to preserve the remains, professionals carried the body from the ice coffin to the coffin and carefully adjusted it. After standing aside in silence for a while, the deceased's daughter-in-law seemed unable to help but reach out to straighten the trousers and hems of the body.

After the undertaker completed his work conscientiously, he even bowed, and the relatives quickly returned the bow, and then everything seemed to be fine. By the way, the restaurant opened at seven o'clock, and we discussed that we should take turns filling in the orders later.

After a row of people waited for a long time at the wall to the left of the body where relatives were greeting relatives, Yang Jingxing couldn't sit still: "I'm going to play a song for Mr. Ding."

It was bright outside, and Chopin Op. 35 was played in the brightly lit but empty condolence hall. Maybe too many wreaths had a muffling effect, and the reverberation of the grand piano was much darker than in the concert hall.

When the second movement was about to end, two cameras, three men and two women, seemed to hear the sound from the front. Du Xiao took the lead and trotted to a place two or three meters away from the piano and stood two or three meters away. After making eye contact with the piano player, he smiled and waved.

Yang Jingxing did not distract himself too much, and his hands were not affected.

The TV people were also professional, and they immediately got into the mood after performing their duties. Another woman, who might be a few years older, had an expression on her face that was even more intoxicated with the music before she stood next to Du Xiao. The two young men had a camera in their hands.

The camera was pointed at the piano from the beginning. The man named Chen Hongjian is still the leader today, directing the camera to choose the angle with gestures.

Yang Jingxing is amazing. He entered the third movement with a very light touch on the keys without any expression on his face and without shaking hands, and almost no sound came out.

The woman next to Du Xiao seemed to have some doubts, but after looking at her colleagues' expressions, she continued to appreciate it. In fact, there was no need for Chen Hongjian to point fingers, the two cameras actively cooperated, and the hand on one side moved out of the way, and then the other side moved out of the way.

The lens of the camera is sinking, and while it is sinking, it is starting to circle around the piano. It is rotating and shooting from above. Do you have experience in making music videos?

But there are still about ten minutes left in the song...

When entering the fourth movement, the two cameras were already fixed at far and near positions and were too lazy to move. It was easier to be a guest audience, just standing. For a girl like Du Xiao who is a professional performer, she squeezed in a few drops while listening to the third movement.

Tears are not too embarrassing.

Oops, it suddenly sped up. The younger photographer, who had met the piano player yesterday, seemed to be more knowledgeable. He rushed closer, squatted and bent down, and took a close-up of the keyboard in parallel.

Fortunately, the fourth movement was very short and concise, and it was all over in less than two minutes. Du Xiao quickly clapped and took the lead, and the leadership also contributed.

Yang Jingxing stood up but did not bow to thank him. He said directly: "Sister, you are so early... thank you for your hard work." He asked the leader to shake hands.

Du Xiao also nodded: "Are you still playing during the day?"

"I won't play anymore." Yang Jingxing shook his head, "There are a few junior brothers and sisters, please pay attention to them when you have time..."

"I know." Du Xiao nodded vigorously and smiled: "Don't say I am a senior sister."

In the condolence hall, Yang Jingxing also made a mistake: "That's not okay, junior brother thinks I am hiding a beautiful senior sister."

"No." Du Xiaofei had to explain clearly: "I have not set a good example and am worthy of being a senior sister...I am now afraid of listening to my classmates' performances. The better they are, the more exciting they will be for me."

Yang Jingxing is so frivolous: "You love me too deeply."

Du Xiao felt a little embarrassed: "I heard it vaguely outside just now and felt that it was you, different from everyone else... I think of the time you played K533 in the Volleyball Association. It was a pity that many students were late.

I only heard one and a half movements, that feeling..."

"What a pity." Yang Jingxing was amused: "I'll play it again, 533, right?"

How could this man be so sincere? Du Xiao was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, you can't..."

Chen Hongjian also quickly interrupted: "I just took a look at Mr. Yang's lens, which is very good and very photogenic. I originally wanted to take pictures of the entire environment earlier, but I didn't expect to get such good material."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Jingxing also smiled at the camera, which was still staring at him: "It's stuck, let's take a rest."

Chen Hongjian introduced again: "This is our host Su Wan."

Du Xiao added: "The big beauty on stage!"

Nodding hello to each other, in fact, this woman had already acted like a host when she just listened to someone speak, and now she is even more professional: "The time is now 6:30 in the morning. Is Mr. Yang using this special method?"

Is there any way to express my condolences to Mr. Ding?"

"It's not special, today..."

"We are very touched!" The host's trick is not to accept denial: "My colleague shed tears just now, and I believe her tears were very sincere. I think Mr. Ding must be very happy that Mr. Ding is alive in heaven. Everyone must be very happy about this."

He cherishes his memory like this."

Yang Jingxing nodded, but smiled naively: "Sorry, it feels like an interview. I don't feel comfortable with it."

"This is not an interview, Mr. Yang, because I am also very moved." The host still looked professional: "Because when I walked in, I saw such a picture..."

The host was about to organize his words, and Yang Jingxing remembered: "You haven't eaten anything so early, have you?"

Du Xiao thought for a moment: "I have it in the car with dry food."

Yang Jingxing suggested: "Let's go to the restaurant to chat and have something to eat. Wait for me..."

The group of people walked quickly to the restaurant and spoke quickly. Yang Jingxing asked if he could give a copy of the image to his family after the shooting was completed. Chen Hongjian said of course it would be no problem. In fact, director Qin of the Civil Affairs Bureau had just ordered and coordinated yesterday, otherwise it would have been so early today.

The security guards wouldn't let them in either.

Yang Jingxing also reminded to reduce the impact on the funeral during filming or interviews, and it is best not to conduct interviews as much as possible. The TV person said that he should just rest assured, knowing that there are many important people today, and he would try his best to do everything he should think of. Yang Jingxing mentioned that the relationship is not an important person...

…

The restaurant of the funeral parlor is also a place with hot soup and noodles, so let’s eat and chat. After being invited, the TV host revealed that he already had an idea to make a special program of "Charming Pu Hai", focusing on the life of Mr. Ding.

Like this.

Yang Jingxing praised the idea as a good one, but the workload may be relatively large and difficult. TV people should be humble and try their best. After all, it is a small station, and conditions in all aspects are very limited... and even started to feel sorry for itself, but the station just managed to do it.

The daily premiere program lasts six or seven hours, but a considerable part of these six or seven hours is borrowed.

Yang Jingxing felt that being small has its advantages, as it has strong initiative, so he asked: "How is your English, senior sister?"

"Not very good..." Du Xiao shook his head and smiled in confusion: "Okay, yes, I can fly three grams of oil."

Yang Jingxing: "Do you know about the Berlin Philharmonic performance next month?"

"I know!" Du Xiao was a little angry: "We have run out of tickets for a long time, and we can't even get extra seats."

"We can think of ways to get tickets." What Yang Jingxing meant was: "Do you want to arrange an exclusive interview?"

Du Xiao was so surprised that he felt uncomfortable: "...I can't do it."

"Why not?" Yang Jingxing said shamelessly, "We had a good conversation too."

Du Xiao felt even more frustrated: "I really don't know English!"

Yang Jingxing is determined not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River: "When the time comes, I will be your translator. Senior sister, please think about it... There are many musicians, but there are too few professional media."

"I'm not professional." Du Xiao said anxiously: "The biggest celebrity I've ever talked to...is you."

Yang Jingxing was so shameless: "Isn't that enough?"

Du Xiao felt like he had eaten a fly and couldn't spit it out.

Chen Hongjian encouraged his colleagues: "You know more than us, you have graduated from the Conservatory of Music!"

Du Xiao lost his appetite completely and felt lost for a while: "Actually, I...do you still remember Zhao Li?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Do you have any contact?"

Du Xiao shook his head: "I remember... Lu Hongyu remembers it, right?"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

"I went to Canada to work as a tutor last year. I heard that I wanted to immigrate..."

Alas, among the classmates who rehearsed "Piano Sonata in G Major" together, the only ones who were still on the musical front were Yu Xinting and Wei Junyu. Du Xiao only knew that a boy's cello entered the symphony orchestra and almost wiped out the whole army.

Yang Jingxing is much better informed. Some classmates went to Qingdao, some went to Chongqing, and some became founding veterans of the Shiling Symphony Orchestra and the Quhang Philharmonic Orchestra. Speaking of which, the domestic professional symphony orchestras in the past ten years have
To be continued...