The journey was very short. Before Yang Jingxing had finished summarizing the types and meanings of friends, he saw Yu Xinting's parents waiting outside the hotel door. Yu's father had changed into a suit and looked more sophisticated than on the 24th, as did Yu's mother's hair.

It was newly done, probably because they had rested for a few days, and both of them seemed to be in much better spirits.

Yu Xinting seemed to have understood what Yang Jingxing meant, and said: "No matter what the method is, friends respect each other. An Xin, Tiantian, Xiaojie... are all the same."

Yang Jingxing nodded in approval: "Yeah...but for someone like me who is both a teacher and a friend, it's a little different."

Yu Xinting hehe.

Yang Jingxing added, "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, spend some time with your parents, have dinner, and get to the theater before 8:30. Don't miss Nono and the others."

Yu Xinting said: "My mother and I will go together."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "Yes...but there is a dressing room today, so you can take a rest if you go there."

The car stopped, Yu's father and Yu Yu's mother came over to thank the driver and urged their daughter to hurry up. They also had time to invite Yang Jingxing to have dinner with them.

Yang Jingxing was in a hurry to go home and change clothes, and then rushed to Ding Sangpeng's house. Ding Sangpeng's son and daughter-in-law had already packed up the old man. The daughter-in-law was a little sad that the old man's old suit seemed a little too big.

Ding Sangpeng was in good spirits. He briefly asked about last night's situation, but what he praised was Qin Mengli's artistic spirit: "...continuously striving for the top, never being satisfied and never ending."

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "I still have a lot of room for creation, but playing the piano is difficult."

Ding Sangpeng laughed. A bowl of rice was not too much, and he even took the initiative to drink half a bowl of soup.

Before going out, Yang Jingxing took the coat from Ding Sangpeng's daughter-in-law, put it on the old man, and accepted various instructions. But Ding Sangpeng seemed unhappy. His daughter-in-law asked Yang Jingxing to hold the thermos cup of ginseng soup. His daughter-in-law was very observant, so he said he would come back in the evening.

It's better to drink again.

After getting in the car, Yang Jingxing still talked to the old man about the editorial committee. Yang Jingxing did not want to sing praises, but he felt something in his heart, which was the difference or gap between Chinese and Western music education and theory.

This Ding Sangpeng is willing to discuss, for example, when he went abroad, other people's piano performance and piano education were different majors, and they did have advanced aspects.

In this case, Yang Jingxing began to wonder if he could accept the ideas of some of the editorial committee members and introduce and look forward to the new developments in composition technology in the book.

Ding Sangpeng strongly supports comparing his advanced and superb technology decades ago with the present. As long as it can inspire readers, he is willing to use it as a negative teaching material.

We still have to go to the hotel to pick up Tang Qing. Tang Qing didn't go back to Ding Sangpeng's house to bother him because the show ended late last night, so he doesn't have to worry about it today.

Tang Qing had gossip, saying that he received a call from an international friend at noon today, wondering if there was really a real piano genius here. The other party heard about it from the French editorial board member...

It was almost seven o'clock when the car arrived at Puhai Grand Theater. The white modern building was dazzling at night with the white main lights, and the underground parking lot was already full.

Before Yang Jingxing could stop, two administrators from the school, a man and a woman who had been in contact with him on the phone, trotted over and greeted the two old composers at the back door of their car. The woman seemed a little excited, but she was very careful in supporting Ding Sangpeng.

Walking slowly and entering the elevator, the two executives finished their welcome speech and began to express their personal feelings, saying that Ding Sangpeng and Tang Qing were very energetic, and they must be healthy and live a hundred years, Tang Qing haha.

The elevator reached the ground floor and came out into the outer hall of the VIP room. Ding Sangpeng took out the invitation letter from his pocket, but the female teacher quickly said no.

There is also a sign-in desk in the outer hall. The staff is respectful and puts down the book and hands over the pen. Ding Sangpeng's dry hand writes vigorously and powerfully, but Tang Qing is much more free and easy.

The staff member handed the pen to Yang Jingxing again, and Yang Jingxing said, "I'm not."

The other party seemed a little embarrassed and advised: "Just sign one...it doesn't matter."

Yang Jingxing really shamelessly signed it.

Entering the VIP lounge from the outer hall, this place is really incomparable to Puhai Concert Hall. It is spacious, bright and gorgeous. There are probably forty or fifty people sitting in twos and threes chatting, all well-dressed.

The moment the female teacher helped Ding Sangpeng take off his coat to store it, Yang Zhixin had already strode over to greet him. Many people moved at the news, and half of them stood up.

Yang Zhixin stretched out his hands from a distance: "Mr. Ding, welcome!"

Ding Sangpeng also held his hands warmly: "Thank you..."

It was a trend to line up to shake hands with Ding Sangpeng, but Puyin people were humble and allowed the foreign guests to go in first. Following Yang Zhixin, the dean of the Manhattan School of Music had a lot of respect to express, and Ding Sangpeng also understood and was polite.

Tang Qin patted Yang Jingxing's shoulder, almost whispering: "Are we like two bodyguards pretending to be powerful?"

As if he was heard, Yang Zhixin came to welcome Tang Qing again.

Ding Sangpeng probably didn't understand French, so the erudite Yang Zhixin hurriedly helped. Compared with the president of the college, the editorial board members were not only respectful, but also worried, not knowing whether they were capable enough.

When the guests had almost finished their turn, Yang Zhixin did not give his colleagues a chance and said loudly: "Well, Mr. Ding is already old. Let's be simple and express our high respect with the warmest applause. Welcome Mr. Ding and Mr. Ding."

Mr. Tang."

The applause was very warm.

There was still emotion in Ding Sangpeng's smile. He nodded and said as loudly as possible: "Thank you, thank you all, I'm very happy... Pu Yin has been around for eighty years, and Pu Yin and I have been friends for more than half a century. I would like to take this opportunity today."

, to get together with so many old friends, I may not have such an opportunity in the future."

Feeling that the festive crowd suddenly dimmed, Gong Xiaoling stood on tiptoe and shouted from the outside: "There are still ninety or one hundred years to go, you still have to come!"

Everyone supported, Ding Sangpeng smiled and nodded: "I really want to see the day when I can see Puyin and see our music workers making more and better achievements..." Looking back, he pulled

Behind him, Yang Jingxing's arm was in his hand, pulling him forward.

Yang Jingxing quickly took a step forward.

Ding Sangpeng did not let go and continued: "I am very happy that our young generation is very up to date...Thank you for your concern and care for Yang Jingxing. I believe that their generation can live up to expectations and fulfill their mission. They will definitely surpass us and do more and more than me."

good."

Everyone nodded, and Tang Qing put his hand on Yang Jingxing's shoulder and patted him again. Yang Zhixin took the lead in applauding again, and everyone responded enthusiastically.

Yang Jingxing, who had lost his status as a bodyguard, was obviously at a loss. He smiled dryly and said to Ding Sangpeng, "I haven't even thanked you yet."

Gong Xiaoling squeezed forward, her eyes, which were over fifty years old, were sparkling with tears. She held Ding Sangpeng's arm and said emotionally: "Mr. Ding, we thank you too!"

Puyin people took practical actions one after another. Lu Kaiping was much more active than He Hongchui. They all began to praise Ding Sangpeng and ordered Yang Jingxing to take good care of him.

Ding Sangpeng didn't need it, so he asked everyone to go to work and don't waste his time.

Yang Zhixin said nicely and told the old man to rest. Now he said that the school party committee secretary was accompanying some "government guests" in the inner hall and asked Ding Sangpeng if he wanted to meet them. He should be an acquaintance and invited Tang Qing to come with him.

Tang Qing refused, saying that as a Taiwanese, don't get the topic of today wrong, he was going to chat with Gong Xiaoling.

Ding Sangpeng was accompanied by Yang Jingxing and Yang Zhixin into the inner hall. It looked like a VIP reception room at a lunch restaurant, with bright lights, soft carpets, and more fashionable single sofas in a large circle around the room. There were about twenty of them.

Almost full.

The secretary of the school party committee reacted the fastest. He stood up and said, "Mr. Ding, you are here..." Then he bowed his head and called out to those present: "Chairman He, Chairman Gong, this is Mr. Ding, Ding Sangpeng, our famous composer."

Among the rest, the fastest one to get up was a kind old woman with all white hair, who was probably at least seventy years old. She came over in a few steps, stretched out her hands and smiled brightly: "Hello, Mr. Ding... you are my old leader.

Got it!"

Ding Sangpeng didn't seem to know his old subordinate, so the school secretary introduced: "Mr. Ding, this is Ms. He Fangxin, vice chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference."

Ding Sangpeng nodded: "Hello."

He Fangxin kept shaking hands: "When you were serving in the CPPCC, I was still working in the Secretariat and listened to your report. Now that I have inherited your work, I can't do as well as you." As if he was afraid that Ding Sangpeng's ears would be inconvenient, he said

It has to be quite loud.

Ding Sangpeng was modest: "You did a good job, but I didn't fulfill my duty..."

People around him were busy saying good things to both parties. He Fangxin was positive: "Let me introduce to you..."

They also lined up. First was the Chairman of the Standing Committee of the Municipal People's Congress. He had met Ding Sangpeng and still addressed Ding Sangpeng as Chairman. Then came the Chairman of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference, who knew that Mr. Ding was a national treasure-level artist and musician. There were also the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and the Deputy Mayor.

Chairman, Vice Chairman of the CPPCC...

The director of the Municipal Propaganda Department not only respected Ding Sangpeng, but also shook hands with Yang Jingxing and reminisced about old times. The topic was Qi Qingnuo.

The Director of the Education Bureau also knew Yang Jingxing and asked after greetings: "Will Editor Zhan be here tonight?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I'll come."

The education director asked again: "Where is Secretary Meng?"

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

The Director of Education hehe: "Secretary Meng attaches great importance to the development of folk music..."

After getting to know each other, Ding Sangpeng was invited to the table. He Fangxin had to serve tea and water in person, which almost scared the service staff, so Yang Jingxing went to help.

Everyone slowly sat down, and the order changed a little. He Fangxin talked cordially with Ding Sangpeng loudly, and they had a bit of a chat, because both of them had worked hard and experienced hardships since the beginning of liberation. The rest were from the reform and opening up.

I was still a little kid at that time.

Yang Zhixin asked Yang Jingxing to stay here and quietly retreated, as if he paid more attention to the people outside.

Squatting in the corner with Yang Jingxing was a young female staff member of the school party committee office. She said with sharp eyes, "There seems to be no water in the cup over there... Are you going to go or should I go?"

Yang Jingxing begged: "Go ahead, I'm a little scared."
Chapter completed!