abnormal musician

Chapter 294 Brother's charity performance. (Please subscribe ~ monthly pass! 33)

"Hi! Yuba Lasong~~ Does the old man miss me?!"

Li Shaojie came to Frederick's office and sat on the sofa very skillfully.

Then he opened a bottle of diesel and drank tons and tons.

Diesel is also called heavy oil, dirty water, swamp water and so on.

But it is actually 1:1 German beer + Coke.

It's quite refreshing to drink.

"Haha, how are you preparing?!"

Frederick looked up.

"I'm talking about communication stuff."

"Half of the preparation is done, but the time is still long, and it's not time for training yet."

Li Shaojie chuckled.

"How about you, teacher?"

"I just prepared a beginning."

Frederick shrugged.

"I won't show it to you for now, I'll give you a surprise then."

After the two chatted casually, Frederick stood up slowly.

The old man packed up his things and said to Li Shaojie.

"Let's go."

"Ok!"

Li Shaojie also stood up and walked out together.

Walking in the school building, the students around have already changed.

The sound of musical instruments could be faintly heard in the building, so it was probably because the door of the piano room was not closed tightly.

"Jay, don't worry about the orchestra, let's go tomorrow."

Frederick said with a smile.

"Tonight. Go to see your brother Feisal's fundraising performance first."

"A fundraising gig?"

".Um."

Li Shaojie was stunned.

It seemed that he remembered something, and then he was like Frederick.

silent.

Frederick, but the world's top pianist.

There are only a few who can be recognized as apprentices by Frederick, not many.

Faisal is one of Li Shaojie's brothers.

Although the talent is average, the level of hard work is not comparable to other students.

If we say that Li Shaojie is a top template with 100 points of talent and 100 points of hard work.

But Feisal is 70 points for talent, but 200 points for hard work.

Even to the extent of "desperate", it is almost common to lock yourself in the piano room for fifteen hours without eating.

It is precisely because of this, although the talent is really not very good.

But Frederick was still willing to accept him as an apprentice.

It may be different from the masters and apprentices in China, but it is the same, and it can be regarded as encouragement and training on an individual basis.

When Li Shaojie first came to Berlin University of the Arts, Feisal had actually graduated two years ago, but he has been here, following Frederick.

Li Shaojie himself has a particularly good relationship with Feisal.

At first, Li Shaojie didn't quite understand some of Feisal's actions.

Practicing the piano is a good thing, but it is not a good thing to practice the piano until you have a tendency to self-mutilate.

But later, after learning about his brother's situation, Li Shaojie remained silent.

Originally, senior brother was a happy person, with considerate parents, a lovely younger sister, a group of good friends, and a fiancée.

Although the talent is not very high, and the conditions are not so good, but still relying on hard talent to be admitted to the Damascus Conservatory of Music, and then to study abroad, relying on a scholarship to study at the Berlin University of the Arts.

The future was bright.

Until he received such a notice.

An M198-155mm howitzer landed on his home.

In a group of white, yellow and black laughing.

There is nothing left.

Faisal, the name, is an Arabic name.

Brother, born in Deir Ezzor, XLY.

From that day on, the life of brother Faisal entered another parallel world.

Musicians in war are often the saddest.

Obviously what we do is to show the love and beauty of human beings, and to bring people spiritual enjoyment.

But in the face of long guns and cannons, the sound of music sinks, and the voice of humanity disappears. Under the hegemony, everything is so pale.

The brothers who have fallen into the ocean of pain can only do some running around and doing some charity performances.

Wherever you can perform, go there.

Once you have money, buy some supplies and bring them back to XLY.

Then try your best to help some compatriots who can be contacted.

Those compatriots who were displaced and impoverished to escape the war.

Because I have no relatives anymore.

But even then, there are very few people who can help.

Although often robbed, but at least people are still good.

The war is so cruel, it can only be said to be a little bit of luck among all misfortunes.

"Senior Brother"

Li Shaojie didn't know what to say.

I can't say anything about this, and I don't know what to do to help.

Manpower is sometimes poor.

"Ugh."

Frederick sighed too.

"Jay, you're lucky."

After a moment of silence, Frederick looked at Li Shaojie.

"We're all lucky."

Li Shaojie was silent.

Of course Li Shaojie knew what Professor Frederick wanted to say.

The attitudes of life and fate towards these two senior brothers are too different.

Born in a family background, Li Shaojie is many times stronger than Feisal.

The conditions for learning the piano are many times stronger than those of Feisal.

Talent, I don't know how many times stronger than Feisal.

Then? !

Achievement, status in the industry, fame, works! !

The living environment, the experience suffered, everything.

Even looks!
I don't know how much stronger it is.

But even so, Feisal, who was a senior brother back then, was never jealous of Li Shaojie, and never had the slightest bad thing.

He even seems to regard Li Shaojie as his friends who have lost contact, or even family members.

The beautiful country and Maozi brought the war, but what Huaxia brought was the hope of survival and reconstruction.

Although the war continues,
nothing but.

"Brother, he is just too kind."

Li Shaojie shook his head.

"If I were in that situation...I couldn't do it."

Even facing classmates who destroyed their own lives and countries that destroyed their families.

Faisal was still lenient.

Li Shaojie always felt that his senior brother was a real gentleman.

He is more gentlemanly than those so-called high-class people who cook their own oil in their mouths.

Frederick naturally knew what Li Shaojie meant.

Sigh secretly.

shook his head.

Just about to say something, Li Shaojie waved his hand with a wry smile.

"I know."

Frederick froze for a moment, but didn't speak again.

I understand the character of my apprentice.

Maybe Jay, other people seem to be very aggressive, with a very poisonous mouth, and he is often angry to death.

But in fact, Frederick knows that Jay is very kind. On the contrary, he knows how to speak, how to act, and what emotional intelligence is, but sometimes he is unwilling.

The two walked to a concert hall in silence.

Looking in from the door of the performance hall.

A haggard man who looked to be in his 30s and approaching 40 was playing the piano.

If you don't say it, no one will recognize the man in front of you who is less than 30 years old.

The flow of notes is very gentle and delicate.

Below the stage, in front of the center of the auditorium, there is a large box used to collect donations.

Glancing at the banner hanging on the stage.

Li Shaojie felt even more sour.

【The name that can't go back is called hometown】

The two walked slowly to the side of the stage, and walked lightly onto the stage.

Watch quietly.

Soon, Feisal finished playing the piano.

I saw the teacher, and saw the junior brother whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

A smile appeared on his pale face.

"Jay, you're here."

"Ok!"

Li Shaojie walked forward with a smile, and patted Feisal on the shoulder affectionately.

"Brother, long time no see, let's go out for dinner together later?!"

".Row."

Having known the junior for so long, Feisal naturally knew that this junior from the eastern country also liked to use their customs to treat guests to dinner to show their closeness.

So...Although he is an Arab who regards "eating and paying the bill" as a battle of dignity, Faisal will also accept the kindness from his juniors.

"Look at your pale face, eat something later."

Li Shaojie patted Feisal on the shoulder again, and then spoke.

"Brother, it's time to practice your octave jump, it's so stiff!"

Faisal: "."

On the contrary, Frederick glanced at Li Shaojie appreciatively.

Although he knew that Feisal was miserable, he just didn't want Li Shaojie to show any sympathy.

He has nothing, it's all so miserable, why should we sympathize with him?

Because he didn't give up, because he still has the dignity of standing straight.

He doesn't need anyone's sympathy.

Instead of expressing sympathy with great fanfare, it seems like a gift, a reward, or even pity, alms-like generosity
It's really not as good as maintaining its last bit of fragile dignity.

There are many ways to help, the worst of which is charity.

The three started chatting about the piano.

Occasionally you hit it, and I play it right away.

It's like going back in time.

Then, a group of people came to the hotel.

I deliberately found a halal hotel.

The restaurant is owned by a Turkish family and is located in the Turkish community.

There was silence at the dinner table.

Faisal has been quiet since the incident.

Too much experience, too much pain.

Once, he thought about returning home to perform, hoping that as a musician, he would bring the last bit of conscience and warmth in the flames of war.

but failed.

In the view of IS, music is something unclean.

Even because of this, Faisal was robbed and violent, and his life was even threatened.

In order to help some people as much as possible, he can only run performances outside and do what he can do.

Li Shaojie couldn't say anything.

Piano just talked.

Some cultural activities between myself and my teacher, I don’t feel very good about it now.

It's just that saying these things seems to be showing off how well I've lived, it's unnecessary.

A group of people can only chat about food.

Glancing at senior brother Feisal, Li Shaojie secretly sighed.

My senior brother is really ill-fated.

Being able to stay in Germany depends on teachers.

I don’t dare to be so upright when I go home, after all, it’s still dangerous there, and news will come out from time to time, most of the time through some special channels, such as the United Nations.

Li Shaojie suddenly remembered that joke again.

What does the regulation of the United Nations mean?

There are conflicts between small countries and small countries. Once the United Nations mediates, the conflicts disappear.

There are conflicts between big and small countries, and once the United Nations mediates, the small countries disappear.

There are conflicts between big countries and big countries. Once the United Nations mediates, the United Nations disappears.

Those who are riding horses, these days, whether it is an individual or a country, it really depends on the value of force and combat effectiveness.

Li Shaojie shook his head.

As the saying goes, a gentleman is not serious but not powerful.

The meaning of this sentence is that if a gentleman does not hit people hard, he will not be able to establish his prestige.

The same goes for countries.

Sure enough, as early as thousands of years ago, Fan Ma Confucius' "Yuan Yu" had expounded the truth of the world.

After you take off your clothes, your muscles must be tense and your veins will pop.

Only then can a word "Germany" be twisted on the back.

Li Shaojie was in a complicated mood.

Growing up in China, he always felt that war was far away from him.

Until studying abroad, I met my senior brother.

But in fact, even studying abroad, it is difficult to imagine war.

But you still need to know that, like those people in the senior brother’s family, people still die because of wars every moment, even if these wars have nothing to do with the two sides in the war, it’s just that some people want to sell things.

In the evening, the fundraising performance began.

The concert hall was full of people.

Li Shaojie and Frederick were also impressively present in the auditorium.

The performance soon began.

The opening song surprised Li Shaojie.

It's my own Nocturne in B flat minor.

Close your eyes and feel a completely different texture.

Melancholy, helpless.

In the dream, it seems that the leaves of hometown are still falling.

It was a beautiful scene before the flames of war came.

But after all, it is like a dream.

After waking up from the dream, there was no hysteria, no crying, and no anger with red eyes.

Some are just a tear that falls quietly.

A tear that contains too much emotion.

These tears come from the fragile heart of human nature. Even if it is useless, even if it is slim, it still tries to wake up those dusty eyes and cool down those red barrels.

Li Shaojie opened his eyes.

Feisal was exactly as he had imagined.

He smiled and played the piano, but the tears slowly dripped from his eyes.

Smiling is imagining the future, it will be beautiful.

But what is reflected in the tears are the innocent civilians who fell in the flames of war.

From 16 to [-], the statistics of [-] are poor. It is conceivable how cruel it is.

This is actually happening in modern times.

For Feisal, it was what he experienced, and for Li Shaojie, it was what the people around him experienced.

The population there is only 800 million.

If you convert it, it seems that in high school and junior high school classes, on average, one or two students will die.

All this hell is just because the original people there stood on the opposite side of the lighthouse.

All of this is just because of the task of the so-called upper class of the lighthouse, for the hegemony of energy, it is necessary to control this place.

After the performance, everyone applauded.

Only Li Shaojie shook his head.

It seems that I can do something myself.

This idea flashed by and planted a seed in Li Shaojie's heart.

The show went on slowly.

The people in the audience have all kinds of affection.

Those who were intoxicated by the wonderful music, some knew some inside stories and secretly wiped their tears.

soon.

The show is over.

People began to solicit donations.

But in fact, the effect of such fundraising is really too limited.

Five marks, ten marks.

Occasionally, someone who gave generously felt that Feisal played well, and took out [-] marks, [-] marks.

Faisal bowed to the fundraisers in the audience and did not get up for a long time.

Li Shaojie took a look at Feisal, and secretly threw a Deutsche Bank bank card into the box, with the password on it.

Cary has 40 marks.

It is Li Shaojie's current, all the remaining money except for work expenses, the expenses for hiring the band, and the expenses for a series of activities after that.

The teacher helped find someone to open the account for this card, so Feisal couldn't find it even if he wanted to.

After the end, when Faisal saw a bank card among a pile of marks in the donation box, the unstoppable tears in the corners of his eyes made him feel extremely sad.

In the evening, the three of them went out again for a meal.

This time it was Faisal's treat.

This money is enough for Faisal to run humanitarian aid for a long time.

the next day.

Li Shaojie came to Frederick's office.

Sure enough, it was as expected by Li Shaojie and Frederick.

Faisal returned to his hometown for humanitarian assistance through the United Nations.

Disappeared early.

"O Faisalta"

Li Shaojie also did not know what to say.

This man, he can't. Just let it be like this for the rest of his life.

"I hope Faisal can come out."

Frederick shook his head.

I saw a Chinese sentence some time ago.

Manpower is sometimes poor.

It really makes sense.

"He deserves his life too."

"."

Li Shaojie took a deep breath and looked at Frederick.

"teacher"

"I know what you want to say."

Frederick nodded.

"We are musicians, and if we want to do something, we can only do it in the way of musicians."

"But you are not a philanthropist. You don't have enough money to do charity. Your behavior... will only drag you down and into the moral abyss in the end."

"."

Li Shaojie was silent.

indeed.

His previous impulsive behavior would indeed only pull his heart into the moral abyss.

But who can tell what is inherently contradictory?

Just let him go, it's fine.

Li Shaojie smiled.

My greatest luck is to live in a country without war.

Compared with my senior brother, the things that gave me a headache before.
What's the point?

At least, I, my country, have the ability to face those barbaric robbers.

At this time, Li Shaojie suddenly had a new inspiration.

Under Frederick's astonished gaze, Li Shaojie made some revisions in a few places on the score.

And changed the name.

Nodding contentedly, he planned to go to the Dresden Orchestra with the teacher.

"Teacher, have you heard that the beautiful country will also join the Sino-German cultural and art exchange?"

Li Shaojie asked.

"Listen to them. They seem to want to engage in a European-Asian art exchange?"

"Fuck him Lai Lai."

Hearing Li Shaojie bring up this matter again, Frederick's face was a little unhappy, and it was Lao Zu'an when he opened his mouth.

"How come there are countrymen everywhere? It's so loud!"

Li Shaojie rolled his eyes.

I am not afraid of the sky, I am not afraid of the earth, I am afraid that the teacher will show off the Northeast dialect again.

"It's the diaphragm, not the gushing."

"Ooooh, yes, diaphragm."

Frederick gritted his teeth.

"Jay, this time may be a chance!!"

opportunity?

Li Shaojie narrowed his eyes slightly.

　The lethality of the M198-155 howitzer can only be said to be a very American humanitarian weapon.

　　A cannonball, not counting the primer, was almost ninety catties.

　　Once it is sent, there is no pain, and it is sent away directly, which is merciful.

　　Anyway, everyone is humanitarian.

　　We are humanitarian aid, America is humanitarian destruction.

　　Pretty much the same.

　　ps.Awhhhhh, it's only 1.5W today, it's uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)