Yang Jingxing and 306 gathered at the Chinese Orchestra at 8:30 pm on Saturday. No pop-ups and quick updates. In addition to the beautiful and well-dressed girls, the orchestra was also well prepared. Senior Fang Sibao put up a banner praising Ding Sangpeng's great virtues.

There was a large bouquet of flowers on one side and several large and small wrapped boxes.

After the group leader lectured for a while, Yang Jingxing followed Wu Qiuning and 306. Fu Jiang and Lu Baiyong had private buses, and there was no one else.

The sun was already dazzling outside. The girls all chose a row of seats to avoid the sun. Yang Jingxing shamelessly accompanied Qi Qingnuo to sit two seats behind Wu Qiuning.

The bus was clean and comfortable, but some girls felt that the air conditioner was too cold. The driver quickly adjusted it and opened the sunroof to ease it, and then asked how it felt.

There was not too much fuss all the way in the car. The girls shared their understanding of Ding Sangpeng's achievements with each other. It seemed that they had done a lot of homework.

It's nearly an hour away. Ding Sangpeng's home is relatively suburban. It's a townhouse with only a three-story building. The appearance is not that luxurious, and the surrounding environment is relatively ordinary.

Ding Sangpeng's home seemed unprepared. Only six people welcomed the Chinese orchestra. Two young people took the banners presented by Fu Jiang and Lu Baiyong and Ding Sangpeng welcomed everyone in good spirits.

The flowers were presented by Qi Qingnuo. She smiled brightly: "I wish you good health and a smile."

Ding Sangpeng happily shook hands with Qi Qingnuo and thanked someone for taking the flowers.

Then there was Yang Jingxing, who told the truth: "This is a gift from the band to you. I will help you get it. I also wish you good health and a smile."

Next is Liu Siman...

The overall elegant living room is very spacious, and it is more than enough for nearly twenty guests to sit on the sofas and chairs. Ding Sangpeng's grandchildren, who are also in their thirties and forties, are more diligent than the nanny, preparing tea and inviting everyone to eat fruit snacks.

Fu Jiang was extremely envious of Ding Sangpeng's paintings, flowers and plants, and the surrounding environment, saying that it was no wonder the old man lived such a long life. 306 also echoed the words of the group leader, which showed the cultivation of a folk music artist.

Gao Pianpian was qualified to comment on those paintings and seemed to comment professionally on the old man's writing. Fu Jiang introduced Gao Pianpian to Ding Sangpeng again, which made the old man very happy and praised Gao Pianpian's grandfather.

After the courtesy was over, Ding Sangpeng chatted with 306, accompanied by Fu Jiang and Lu Baiyong. He kindly cared about each girl carefully. How old are they? What are their hobbies? What are their ideals? Are you happy at work?

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Finally, it was Yang Jingxing's turn and Ding Sangpeng's turn to call him: "Bring the chair over."

Yang Jingxing carried a high-backed chair over and sat in front of Ding Sangpeng's sofa, looking so out of place.

Ding Sangpeng asked: "Have you participated in any activities recently?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "It's nothing more than just watching their performance."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Don't let yourself be too busy to create."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I remember."

Ding Sangpeng asked again: "Do you have any habits when creating?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a moment and said, "I like to be quieter."

Ding Sangpeng asked: "Should I take notes? Should I write down my experience?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Do you have any insights from the notes?"

Ding Sangpeng started to blame: "If that doesn't work, you have to write it. Just like a diary, it can exercise yourself and stimulate your emotions and creativity."

Yang Jingxing nodded along with everyone.

Ding Sangpeng said: "I have been having this habit for decades."

Yang Jingxing was nervous: "When did you start? Am I still in time?"

Ding Sangpeng laughed with everyone: "Of course you will feel the effects if you persist in time... Bring my box."

The sixty-year-old son got up and went to help his grandson. The so-called box was in the cabinet next to the wall. It was a plastic box with a sealable lid. It was as big as a small suitcase but much thicker. A group of people stared at the translucent box that could be seen through.

The plastic inside was full of neat notebooks and stacks of paper, but it was obviously old.

The box was moved to the coffee table behind Yang Jingxing and he looked at it.

Ding Sangpeng said: "This is something I have accumulated over decades of working in music. You can take it back and see how much it will be helpful."

The old man was very downplayed but the guests were obviously shocked.

Yang Jingxing rubbed his knees: "Mr. Ding...I don't dare to take it...although I really want to see it."

No One Laughs, Ding Sangpeng is also modest: "These are very messy things, you should be able to understand them. If you don't understand, you can ask me...you open it."

Yang Jingxing solemnly opened the lid and was greeted by the smell of insect repellent. He took out the large book on the front with both hands and saw that the texture and color were old.

Ding Sangpeng said: "I gave me this book because I did some sorting. I originally wanted to write a book, but I found that some things were too difficult to explain clearly and I didn't want to be too wordy...Qi Qingnuo, come here too."

After Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing sat in front of him, Ding Sangpeng continued to explain: "I have numbered the items inside and you can correspond from here... Take out the green book and put it down."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing carefully took out a notebook with a hard plastic cover and saw that the plastic cover and pattern looked like antiques.

Lu Baiyong spoke: "This is something from the 1960s and 1970s, haven't you seen it?"

Fu Jiang sighed: "It's so nostalgic, Commander Qi, you should cherish it."

Qi Qingnuo said: "I have seen this kind of thing in our family."

Ding Sangpeng didn't care about these open notebooks: "This was sold to me by my wife when I started composing the Fourth Symphony. She was in bad health...Look at 1973 when you were all still children."

Fu Jiang and Lu Baiyong both laughed as if they were childish, remembering the bitterness and sweetness.

The Fourth Symphony is Ding Sangpeng's last symphonic work and has not been widely circulated.

The beautiful and elegant title page of Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo reads from bottom to bottom: I sincerely wish you to use your talent, wisdom and perseverance to make further contributions to the revolutionary music cause. Wife: Huizhen. On the third day of the twelfth lunar month in 1973.

After reading with Ding Sangpeng for a while, Qi Qingnuo said: "This page is enough for us to study until we are old."

Yang Jingxing nodded in agreement.

Ding Sangpeng said: "In these, I only describe the separation of work and study from personal life... although they are inseparable."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing stood up with a tacit understanding and stood on either side of Ding Sangpeng, watching the old man turn the next page.

From this page, it can be seen that Ding Sangpeng is actually very organized and rigorous. He first recorded the creative background of the work, the sincere background of the times, his personal life background, and it appears to be comparative.

Ding Sangpeng said: "These contents are not relevant now. If you are interested, you can read them later." Then he turned to the next page.

Now it's time to get down to business. Ding Sangpeng explained: "Even if it is a motive, it must be considered over and over again..."

Next, Ding Sangpeng taught Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo how to read his work notes. The others were almost left alone, but fortunately this process only lasted about ten minutes.

After closing the book, Ding Sangpeng said to Yang Jingxing: "Take it back and take a look when you have time."

Yang Jingxing took the book with both hands and said sincerely: "Thank you, we will not let you down."

Fu Jiang came forward to thank Ding Sangpeng for Yang Jingxing and 306, and seemed very sincere and even moved to highly praise the great sentiments of the old art.

There was nothing new after that. The three generations, old, middle and young, chatted happily. Ding Sangpeng did not put too much pressure on the young people and it seemed that he also liked chatting.

At nearly twelve o'clock, Ding Sangpeng finally broke the bad news: "I won't let you eat."

Everyone was not disappointed and they all laughed and seemed to understand. Fu Jiangze said that he came to Mr. Ding for dinner today. But Ding Sangpeng didn't give him face. Even though everyone said that he was not old at all and not troublesome, he still refused to go out.

Lu Baiyong seemed to understand Ding Sangpeng and discussed with Fu Jiang whether to leave.

Fu Jiang continued to say some blessings before giving the young man a chance: "Captain Qi, you and Yang Jingxing should also say a few words to Mr. Ding."

Qi Qingnuo and Yang Jingxing thanked and wished each other together, and Yang Jingxing even stole the words of the group leader: "I wish you a happy family, thank you, you are all my elders."

Afterwards, despite everyone's unanimous dissuasion, Ding Sangpeng got up and sent the guests out of the house.

Ding Sangpeng's son can be Yang Jingxing's grandfather, but he talks to Yang Jingxing like a friend: "When Jingxing has time, come visit dad and chat with him."

Ding Sangpeng said: "There is no need to waste your time. Your time is precious."

Yang Jingxing, who was holding the big box, said, "Then I should learn more from you."

Ding Sangpeng nodded and smiled again.

Looking back three times, he met the car again. Yang Jingxing pretended to be studious and put down the box. He couldn't wait to open it and began to read through the books one by one. Qi Qingnuo could also read the other girls, and even Wu Qiuning only dared to watch.

The driver was joking: "Why is such a big box of good stuff?"

Wu Qiuning chuckled: "We can't understand what is nice to them."

Chai Litian looked at the manuscript score in Yang Jingxing's hand that was densely marked and revised and sighed: "They were so serious back then."

Yu Feifei said: "This is the secret book of martial arts. Uncle Wei wants to greatly improve his martial arts."

Qi Qingnuo found another book with Huizhen's handwriting and showed it to Yang Jingxing: May you have a safe journey and return with a good reputation. I and He Zhi will be proud of you. 1965.

Everyone shared their lament about the love at that time. Wu Qiuning had a little say and said that times are different and everything is different.

Fu Jiang called Qi Qingnuo and asked if it was time to go back to the band and finish lunch together. Qi Qingnuo said it was no trouble and everyone could just go back to school.

Wu Qiuning got off the bus halfway and the driver took Yang Jingxing and 306 back to school. They also got familiar with each other and when they got off the bus on the third floor, they all thanked the driver for making their belly tremble with laughter.

There must be no hope in the cafeteria. Wang Rui was surprised: "Uncle, why don't you accept us?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Everyone who has the time to roast the whole lamb will support it."

No one responded. Liu Siman even said to Qi Qingnuo: "Although I really want to eat, I won't bother you."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Welfare, he has gained so much but doesn't have to pay for it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "The more people we have, the more we can finish the meal, as well as Yu Xinting and the others."

He Peiyuan was surprised: "Really? Where are you going?"

Cai Feixuan complained: "Today? I have something to do late in the evening!"
To be continued...