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Chapter 1320 540 Ang Lee's Killer Move! Schrödinger's Dream [Part 2]

Chapter 1320, Section 540: Ang Lee's Killer Move! Schrödinger's Dream [Part 2]

Wang Xiaohu thought to himself, "Yes, what kind of job can't my master's wife find in Chengdu?"

Then the teacher continued.

"Why would she go abroad at her age?"

"What are you planning?"

"What's in it for her? Is it to get a better job after she comes back?"

Does she need it?

“Your teacher now earns a pretty good income each month, and she can live a life of comfort without having to do anything.”

Is life abroad easy?

Do you know how hard she works every day?

“Recently, she has concerts, orchestra performances, and is also preparing orchestra repertoire for the Rongai Music Festival. She sleeps only four hours a day and travels for five or six hours a day.”

"why?"

“We would have already held our wedding if she hadn’t gone abroad. But because she went abroad, we can only have a simple wedding at the end of the year.”

"What does she want?"

"If it's not for her career or for love, tell me what she's after."

moment.

Wang Xiaohu whispered, "Dream."

Ang Lee smiled and said, "Anyone can talk about dreams, anyone can talk, but do you understand the weight of a dream?"

"You simply don't understand, because understanding the weight of dreams comes at a price."

Wang Xiaohu felt a chill run down his spine.

"This price is called the price of pursuing dreams."

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

"Sometimes you even need the courage to give up everything."

"The road to pursuing dreams is not filled with flowers and applause, but with thorns and obstacles."

"However, Chen Xuan rarely talks about the word 'dream'."

One meal.

"Wang Xiaohu."

Actions speak louder than words.

When Wang Xiaohu heard those four words uttered casually by his teacher, his breathing quickened instantly.

His whole body was tense, his steps faltered, and his lips were involuntarily pursed beneath his furrowed brows.

As if his most sensitive spot had been hit, he lowered his head and dared not look at the teacher again.

These four words were what he had just said at the dinner table, but now they felt like a bullet aimed at himself.

Compared to his teacher's wife, he always talked about "aspiring to become a conductor," but when he learned that he might go abroad early, he was so afraid that he tried his best to back down.

Wang Xiaohu was filled with shame at this moment. The humiliation and resentment in his heart were like a rapidly burning flame, scorching him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He really wanted to tell his teacher right now that he wanted to go abroad early!

He wanted to show his teacher that he really understood!

He wasn't just saying it!

He truly has his own ultimate dream!
And he's willing to pay the price for it!

But just then, a slender figure with short hair suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wang Xiaohu's mouth, which had been trembling open, slowly closed uncontrollably.

He finally understood the feeling of having a fishbone stuck in his throat.
"So I really admire Chen Xuan. Do you know how dazzling she is in my eyes?"

Wang Xiaohu was stunned once again upon hearing this.

"Dream chasers who dare to take action are like shooting stars in the night sky; even if they burn out completely, they will still leave the most brilliant trail in the sky."

As he spoke, Ang Lee laughed, "So do you know how charming your teacher's wife is in my eyes? I would wait for her even if it took ten or eight years, let alone two or three years."

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Wang Xiaohu's mind flashed back to various images, finally settling on the day he and Che Lin had agreed to meet.

On that day, he would be conducting and inviting Che Lin and his orchestra to collaborate on the Rong'ai stage, where everyone they knew and who knew them would be sitting in the audience.

Teacher Wang Xiaohu seemed to have never been so lucid before.

After a moment, "I understand."

However, Ang Lee shook his head for the fourth time, saying, "You still don't understand. You only understand what pursuing a dream is like, but you still don't understand what a dream really means to someone who has a dream."

Wang Xiaohu stopped resisting and instead nodded in acknowledgment: "Teacher, I really don't understand what you mean. Maybe I'm too young."

As they spoke, the teacher and student stopped in front of the car with their belongings, and Ang Lee gently placed the packaging bag on the ground.

He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and paced back and forth in front of the car for a while.

Wang Xiaohu stood there, watching the teacher walk back and forth. He seemed to see a conflicting emotion brewing within the teacher.

“That’s right,” Li An returned to Wang Xiaohu and said solemnly, “Are you sure you want to know?”

The teacher and student locked eyes, and Wang Xiaohu had a premonition that this moment might be one of the few important moments in his life, perhaps even the most important one.

But instead of feeling nervous, he felt increasingly calm.

After a moment, "Teacher, I want to know."

The boy's smile seemed to glow with golden light, as if it could illuminate the dark garage.

Ang Lee licked his lips, then curled them into a straight line before nodding.

"Okay. Then I'll tell you."

"Like Chen Xuan, I once held the belief that I absolutely had to go out and see the world."

"I work very hard."

"His talent is no less than Lin Youyou's."

"His diligence is no less than Qin Yong's."

"His persistence is no less than Chen Xuan's."

"But why did they all go abroad, while I ultimately didn't take that step?"

Wang Xiaohu's heart skipped a beat three times, each beat louder than the last.

At that moment, Wang Xiaohu felt as if the teacher standing in front of him had become a mountain.

It made him a little breathless.

Wang Xiaohu bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"Because the price of dreams is not something you can just pay if you want to."

"Let me tell you again, there is no equality when it comes to dreams."

"Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, some with a silver spoon in their mouth, and some with a tongue in their mouth."

"Music is noble, but learning music is expensive."

"While the three of them were struggling with how to handle their work, my problem was how to make reasonable use of the remaining 300 yuan for living expenses over the next two weeks."

Wang Xiaohu's throat tightened, and he bit his lower lip even harder.

"While they were outlining their plans to study abroad, I was racking my brains about how to take on one more student."

“I admire each and every one of them, and I know that everyone has their own difficulties. But you must understand that some difficulties can be overcome, and some difficulties are simply a matter of having to compromise with life.”

“I have never resented my family. On the contrary, I am extremely grateful to my parents. Without their full support, I would not even have the opportunity to dream.”

"They have done their best."

Wang Xiaohu slowly clenched his hands, which were hanging by his sides.

Ang Lee suddenly chuckled, "What's wrong with you? Can you relax a bit?"

Wang Xiaohu shook his head and then nodded, making it unclear whether he was shaking his head or nodding.

Ang Lee gently touched the corner of Wang Xiaohu's eye.

"Finally, the Xinghai Cup ended, and I received a government-funded opportunity to go abroad."

Wang Xiaohu: "Ah"

Ang Lee: "You all don't know, when your mentor told me about the Leipzig Conservatory of Music, do you know what I did immediately?"

"I refused."

Wang Xiaohu: "Huh?!"

Ang Lee nodded: "I refused very decisively."

Wang Xiaohu: "Cough cough, why?!"

Ang Lee: "Because this dream is outdated for me."

Wang Xiaohu: "I don't believe it!"

Ang Lee: "At that time, I only had one thing on my mind: to manage my current life situation well, you know?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Me"

Ang Lee: "If I had gritted my teeth and gone out back then, I think everyone, including Chen Xuan and you, would have supported me, right?"

Wang Xiaohu nodded vigorously: "I'm sure!"

Ang Lee: "So my first thought at the time was, what would happen to you if I left?"

Wang Xiaohu choked up again.

Ang Lee: "But later I gradually realized that it had nothing to do with any of you; it was just my personal problem."

"It's just that going abroad is no longer my dream." Wang Xiaohu shook his head. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.

Ang Lee took out his cigarette case and lit another one.

"What good are mountains of gold and silver if someone is dying of thirst in the desert?"

All he needed was a sip of water.

"The most beautiful moment of the epiphyllum is when it is about to bloom but has not yet opened, when everyone believes that it will bloom to its fullest."

"And once it truly blooms, it begins its countdown to withering."

"Life hasn't worn me down, but of course, I haven't conquered life either."

Just then, the sound of an engine came from behind, and both the teacher and the student looked over at the same time.

A white car drove past them.

"There is actually no game between me and life."

"A life of abundance is not necessarily happy, and a life of extreme poverty is not necessarily without hope."

"I only had a dream at a certain point in the past that had structural limitations on me, so this dream of mine was destined to end."

"The facts have proven this to me."

"If I wanted to, I could go to Strasbourg to study and live with your teacher's wife this fall, wouldn't that be right?"

"But the reason I won't do that is because my dream ended a long time ago."

"When you wake up from a dream, the dream dies."

Wang Xiaohu licked his lips.

The cigarette butt in Ang Lee's hand fell to the ground, and a spark fell in the dim light, leaving a line.

"Like this cigarette butt. When it's burning, you think it can light up the surroundings, but after it goes out, you realize that it can't even leave its own shadow."

Ang Lee felt he had said enough.

"Dreams only have meaning for those who haven't woken up yet."

"You can never be sure whether the cat in the box is dead or alive at the same time, but as long as you don't open the box, the cat inside will live forever, right?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Schrödinger's cat".

Ang Lee: "Not waking up means that the belief in one's heart still exists, and with the belief existing, one cannot realize that the dream itself is actually very fragile."

"This is the conclusion I wanted to tell you: dreams have an expiration date."

Wang Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief. He dared not say that he understood, but he felt that he had at least grasped something.

As he expected, these things seemed to have begun to influence the trajectory of his destiny.

Ang Lee: "So what does a dream really mean to someone who harbors a dream?"

a long time.

Wang Xiaohu: "It means whether you can grasp it before you wake up from the dream."

Beneath the boy's calm voice, a resolute strength seemed to burst forth.

Ang Lee: "Got it?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Just a little bit."

The teacher and student laughed again.

After placing the purchased handicrafts in the back seat, the teacher and student set off for the shopping mall across the street.

"teacher."

"Ah."

"Forget it."

"Row."

Then came another big shopping spree, during which no one brought up the topic of going abroad or dreams again.

It was 5:15 when Li An felt it was about time; the things he bought today would be enough to keep him busy tomorrow.

"Let's go eat."

"Huh?" Wang Xiaohu thought it was time to go home. "Shall we have dinner together?"

Ang Lee: Yes, our schedule isn't over yet.

Wang Xiaohu: "Wow! Are we going to watch a movie after dinner?"

Ang Lee smiled mysteriously: "Don't ask, you'll find out in a bit."

The teacher and student could barely eat any more food, so they grabbed some snacks nearby.

At 6:15, they set off for the city opera house.

When they arrived, Wang Xiaohu realized that his teacher was taking him to see a performance!
Immediately afterwards, he saw the words "[City Song and Dance Theater Symphony Orchestra and Czech conductor Semyan]" scrolling across the theater's main entrance.

His face instantly lit up with a smile!

Wang Xiaohu had been following the performance a month ago, but he forgot about it after the choir got busy.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Don't be shy with me, you'll make a lot of money in the future."

"Absolutely! I will definitely take care of you and your wife in your old age."

"Hehehe, I'm afraid I can't count on you for my old age."

"We'll see, teacher. Hurry up, we need to get in early. Give me the tickets!"

"What kind of tickets do you need?"

As it turned out, Ang Lee actually managed to get Wang Xiaohu into the concert hall using facial recognition.

At 7:30 sharp, the orchestra took the stage, followed by the conductor.

"Wow————"

The audience was only a quarter of the total seating capacity.
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An hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

After listening to the whole performance, although Ang Lee cannot be compared with the City Song and Rong Ai, the stage performance he presented was already up to par.

Dvořák's string trio, in particular, surprised Ang Lee.

Wang Xiaohu listened attentively throughout the entire performance. After all, he wasn't from a first-tier cultural city like Beijing, and he also had to go to school, so being able to hear a live symphony concert wasn't an easy thing for him.

Especially when they are accompanied by their teachers.

"Wow————————"

After the concert, Wang Xiaohu received a program signed by Xie Miyang.

Wang Xiaohu: "Thank you, teacher."

“We’re all brothers.” This time, Ang Lee gave a different answer.

Ha ha ha ha--

The car ride home was filled with laughter.

When they were almost home, Wang Xiaohu called out "Teacher" softly once more.

"Ah."

This time, Wang Xiaohu didn't let it go; he asked the question he hadn't asked in the parking lot.

"Teacher, do you have any regrets about going abroad?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"