don't call me singer

Chapter 591
Zhao Xingsheng has been very busy recently.

A masterpiece called "Supplement to the History of Spring and Autumn", edited by his elder brother Huang Naigang, has entered a critical stage.

He and his students roam among the vast amount of materials and cultural relics every day, supporting history with archaeology, and then guiding archaeology with history.

Archeology and history are actually two different disciplines. There is no doubt that Zhao Xingsheng is the one who can learn the best of both.

In the recent academic research, Zhao Xingsheng has many ideas that are not suitable for writing this masterpiece of Spring and Autumn History, and the cooperation with Gu Xiaobai also gave him a lot of inspiration.

Recently, he is also finding time to write his own book.

This book is called "Music Spring and Autumn", which interprets and runs through the entire history of Spring and Autumn from the perspective of music.

This is not a too formal epic, more like the current new historiography, but since he started writing this new book, Zhao Xingsheng has already had his own views on history.

He is very busy academically, but in addition to archaeological and historical research, he also has to prepare for the performance of the Spring Festival Gala.

Although he can't be on stage, he will also participate in many of Gu Xiaobai's accompaniments and arrangements.

This kind of high-intensity labor, even if Zhao Xingsheng felt that he was still young, he couldn't bear it.

That night, Zhao Xingsheng wrote in his research room until two o'clock in the morning, only then did he see two missed calls on his phone.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a student he had directed before.

Before Zhao Xingsheng got on the right track in his academic career, he was quite poor for a while, and he was too embarrassed to talk to Mr. Zou, so he once taught music to a student.

Later, the progress of this student made him feel that he would mislead his students if he continued to teach, so he introduced him to another teacher.

That was almost ten years ago, and he has kept in touch with the student over the years.

And these two calls were made by this student.

Just as Zhao Xingsheng was about to call back, he suddenly looked up and saw the clock on the wall.

It was already two o'clock in the morning.

He shook his head with a wry smile, then picked up his coat, intending to go back to sleep.

Then, he saw that there were still a few unread messages on his phone.

"Teacher, are you there? I have something to ask."

"Teacher, I won't answer your calls. I'm under your teaching and research building..."

"Teacher, I'll wait for you outside, call me when you're done."

Three messages, the latest one at 10pm.

Zhao Xingsheng frowned. Why did the kid come to him at night?
Is something wrong?

Zhao Xingsheng walked downstairs while hesitating whether to call back or send a message.

Then, he saw someone standing up on the steps: "Old...teacher..."

"Xiao Ming?" Seeing Wang Mingsuo, Zhao Xingsheng was taken aback, "Why are you still here? It's two o'clock! And it's so cold outside! What happened? I'm sorry I was busy with work and didn't check my phone! "

"I know. I saw that you are still in the office, teacher, from downstairs, so I have been waiting here." Wang Mingsuo stood up.

The weather outside was four to five degrees below zero, and a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows, obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.

A security guard at the door had been keeping an eye on this side, and he was relieved to see that Zhao Xingsheng knew him.

Dongyuan University's access control is very strict, especially after Gu Xiaobai and others became famous, and it became even stricter. In the teaching and research building of the Department of Archeology, there are many priceless cultural relics. The level of security here is higher than that of Dongyuan University. Also at the forefront.

"Come in with me and drink some hot water." Zhao Xingsheng reached out and grabbed Wang Mingsuo, but felt a little wrong when he started.

He lowered his head and saw a pair of big hands that were almost half the size of ordinary people.

These hands have thick joints, some deformed due to playing the piano for a long time, the fingertips are somewhat flat, and the nails are very flat and almost deformed.

According to legend, the pianist's hands are slender and beautiful, but in fact they are not.

When you use your hands year after year, day after day, touch hard and cold keys, and compete with steel strings with a tension of several tons, how can your hands be slender and beautiful?
In fact, a pianist's hand is like an athlete's body. It has been trained forcefully to become a weapon beyond its own limit.

A pianist's hand, if not a hand, is a keystroke machine.

Speed, strength, accuracy and span beyond ordinary people.

Ordinary people will get tenosynovitis when playing with a computer or typing a word, let alone a pianist.

But Wang Ming's hands are thicker, bigger, and more injured.

"Xiao Ming..." Zhao Xingsheng looked at the big hands and didn't know what to say.

Wang Mingsuo smiled wryly. Seeing Zhao Xingsheng's expression, he knew that Zhao Xingsheng understood everything.

"It doesn't matter, even if there is no way to continue playing the piano, there are many places in this world where you can display your talents. You come to me, are you planning to join a band with me? Don't take my keyboard position away. ..." Zhao Xingsheng comforted Wang Mingsuo with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you back to my house, tell me anything you want to talk about, and how I can help..."

Everyone is a person who likes to play the piano.

Everyone is also a person who has to give up on this road.

Zhao Xingsheng was injured because of his hands, and Wang Mingsuo was even more mischievous.

Although Zhao Xingsheng has found his own path in history, he has also become a keyboard master and an alternative musician in another way.

However, when he recalls the day when he had to give up the piano, he can still feel the pain.

It's like giving up the most important thing in life.

"Teacher, no, I... I came here to ask you... can you let me try the zither of bells and drums..." Wang Ming said.

"The zither of bells and drums?" Zhao Xingsheng's eyes widened. He looked at Wang Mingsuo's hands, then at Wang Mingsuo, and suddenly understood.

"Hmm... Bells and Drums..." Wang Ming said, "I heard that you are also Xiaobai's teacher... I don't know Xiaobai, and I have already looked for others. I really have no choice... "

As Wang Ming spoke, he choked up.

Zhao Xingsheng didn't know what to say.

Wang Mingsuo actually came to him, just thinking about it, he knew that he had already thought of various ways.

"Let's go." Zhao Xingsheng pulled Wang Mingsuo around and left, "I'll take you there by car."

"Now?" Wang Mingsuo was stunned for a moment, "Teacher, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Hey, what are you afraid of, I don't have class tomorrow, so I can get up later..."

"But……"

"Let's go, don't waste time, I also want to see if you are suitable."

After more than an hour, at three o'clock in the morning, Wang Mingsuo finally sat in front of the hundred-bell piano.

The security guard on duty opened the warehouse door for them, and then the two sat in front of the carillon.

"I've only seen Xiaobai play it a few times, and I don't know much about it. You have to try it yourself."

"I've watched Xiaobai's video, many times!" Wang Mingsuo licked his lips, and slowly put his hands on the carillon like a devout believer.

In the next second, both hands pressed down suddenly.

(End of this chapter)