Chapter 454 Composition Department New Works Concert

After Zhou Yan finished breakfast, he went to call Wang Zuxian to eat, but found that she was already lying on the bed and asleep.

It seemed that she had not rested well in order to arrive in the morning.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Zhou Yan didn't call her and asked her to have a good sleep.

Zhou Yan originally planned to go to the studio in the morning, but Wang Zuxian came early, so he changed his plan and stayed at home to work.

Wang Zuxian slept for a long time, and she didn't wake up until one o'clock in the afternoon.

She walked to the study with her clothes on, leaned against the door frame and looked at Zhou Yan who was working.

Zhou Yan raised his head and said with a smile, "Have you slept well?"

"Yeah, slept well."

"Whatever you want to eat for lunch, I'll take you to eat it."

Speaking of eating, Wang Zuxian covered her stomach. She had eaten something last night. It had been almost twenty hours and she felt very hungry.

But Zhou Yan asked her what she wanted to eat, but she couldn't think of it for a while.

“Let’s go eat the lamb soup nearby.”

Zhou Yan estimated that Wang Zuxian was also hungry, so he chose a store that was closer to save the trouble.

"Okay." Wang Zuxian nodded.

"Go and change your clothes. We'll go out soon. After dinner, I'll take you for a walk. I heard it's going to snow tomorrow. If you don't go for a walk today, there won't be any chance in the future."

“Isn’t it better to go shopping when it snows?”

"Light snow is okay, but heavy snow is not."

Hearing about the heavy snow, Wang Zuxian became even more excited, "It would be better if it snows heavily. We can build snowmen and have snowball fights."

This is a typical southerner who especially hates snow.

Zhou Yan is from Jinling. The snow in Jinling is not as good as that in Yanjing, but it often snows heavily, so Zhou Yan has seen snow since he was a child. He still prefers summer to winter.

After arriving in Yanjing, it is even more inconvenient to travel in winter. If the snow is a little heavier, I can only stay at home and cannot go out at all.

Wang Zuxian changed clothes quickly, and ten minutes later, the two of them left the house together.

Winter is not without its benefits. At least the disguises they wear when going out are not so eye-catching. They don’t need to wear masks and sunglasses at all. As long as they wear hats and scarves, it is difficult to be recognized.

Come out of the courtyard, walk west, turn to the alley next door, and then walk about forty or fifty meters to reach the mutton soup shop Zhou Yan mentioned.

This mutton soup restaurant has been open for many years. It was opened by a middle-aged couple. Zhou Yan often came here to eat when he was still in school.

The taste is not that outstanding, it can only be regarded as good. The main focus is economical and affordable. Basically, the people who eat here are residents of nearby alleys.

It was already past dinner time, and there were only two customers in the store. When Zhou Yan and the others came in, the landlady hurriedly greeted them, "What do you two want to eat?"

Zhou Yan pulled down the scarf on his face and said with a smile, "Two bowls of mutton soup, one bowl of sheep tripe soup, and two sesame seed cakes filled with meat."

The landlady saw Zhou Yan's face and laughed, "It's you, you haven't been here for a while."

"Well, I haven't been here for a while. I didn't expect you, boss lady, to still remember me."

"Aren't you a musician? You have outstanding temperament and are easy to remember." The landlady looked at Wang Zuxian again, "You guys sit down for a while, and the soup will be here soon."

After the two sat down, Wang Zuxian looked around the store and asked, "Have you come here often before?"

Zhou Yan nodded, "I came here often for a while, but then I came less often."

"The boss lady also knows that you are a musician."

"Some classmates from our college came here before and brought musical instruments with them. She still remembers it."

While the two were talking, the other two customers in the store also left. At this time, Wang Zuxian also pulled the scarf off his face.

With a scarf wrapped around my face, it would be inconvenient to eat.

After a while, the landlady came over with two bowls of mutton soup, "Two bowls of mutton soup. If you want to add chopped green onion, pick it up yourself. The other stuff will be here soon."

After putting down the things, the landlady glanced at Wang Zuxian again and was suddenly stunned.

But her eyes only paused on Wang Zuxian's face for a moment, and then quickly moved away. After all, it was not polite to stare at the guest for a long time.

But turning her head, the landlady became more and more confused as to why she thought the female guest looked like Nie Xiaoqian.

The boss lady seldom watches movies, but she has also watched "A Chinese Ghost Story" and was deeply impressed by Wang Zuxian's Nie Xiaoqian.

Arriving at the door of the kitchen, the proprietress couldn't help but look back in Wang Zuxian's direction.

Wang Zuxian also noticed the gaze of the landlady, but she didn't care. There were no other customers here anyway, so if she was recognized, she would just recognize him. It was no big deal.

And she couldn't care so much at this time, she was almost starving, and she couldn't wait to drink the mutton soup as soon as it arrived.

"Be careful, it's hot." Zhou Yan warned.

"I know, I'm not a fool."

Wang Zuxian scooped up a little bit with a spoon and blew several times before putting it into his mouth.

Although it was only a small spoonful, after drinking the soup, my whole body felt warm.

"I feel like I'm alive."

Zhou Yan was also very hungry. After all, it was already past one o'clock, and he would have finished his meal long ago by this time.

"His sesame seed cakes with meat are quite good. You can..."

As Zhou Yanzheng was talking, the landlady brought over a sesame seed cake filled with meat.

When she came over, her eyes were always on Wang Zuxian.

"Your sesame biscuits are filled with meat."

Zhou Yan asked strangely, "Mrs. Boss, did you misunderstand? Didn't we order two?"

"I was not mistaken, there is another one in progress."

After saying that, the landlady turned back to the kitchen.

About ten seconds later, she brought out another sesame seed cake with meat.

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes. He had already guessed that the landlady recognized Wang Zuxian. The reason why he separated the meat from the sesame biscuits was to look at Wang Zuxian more.

After the meat was served in the sesame cakes, she brought the mutton tripe soup.

I thought this was the end, but after a while, the lady boss brought up another butter cake and said, "This is our butter cake. It tastes good. I'll give you one to try."

Zhou Yan teased her and said, "Lady boss, if you give me a cake, how will we divide it between the two of us?"

The landlady's attention was focused on Wang Zuxian, and she didn't hear Zhou Yan's teasing. She quickly said, "I'll get another one for you."

Zhou Yan hurriedly called her to stop, "No, boss, if you keep taking it, we won't be able to finish it all."

The portion of their mutton soup is quite large. Zhou Yan also ordered two portions of mutton soup and one portion of mutton tripe soup. The sesame biscuits filled with meat were also very large, so it took some effort to finish them all.

If two more butter cakes were added to this, it would definitely be endless.

"It's okay. If you can't finish eating, you can take it away."

The landlady didn't listen to the advice and went to get another butter cake for Zhou Yan and the others.

Zhou Yan shook his head helplessly, and then asked the landlady with a smile, "Do you think she looks a lot like Wang Zuxian?"

The landlady was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately and said, "Yes, isn't she?"

Wang Zuxian also laughed, "Of course not, I just look similar to her. Many people say I look similar when they see me."

"They are indeed similar, especially the eyebrows. They are so similar." "Well, people say my eyebrows are similar, but my nose is bigger than hers." Wang Zuxian pointed to his nose and said.

The landlady was also a little confused by the comment, "That's right, Wang Zuxian must be quite old, you look like he's only in his twenties."

Zhou Yan almost couldn't help laughing, "How old is Wang Zuxian?"

"Probably so. "A Chinese Ghost Story" must have been around for more than ten years. At that time, Joey Wang was in his twenties, and now he is probably almost forty."

This is pure impression. In fact, "A Chinese Ghost Story" was released less than ten years ago, and when he acted in "A Chinese Ghost Story", Joey Wong was not yet twenty years old.

However, for most Chinese movie fans, the explosive growth in the number of movies in the past decade makes people feel as if more than ten years have passed since "A Chinese Ghost Story".

The corner of Wang Zuxian's mouth twitched, but he still followed the words of the landlady, "Yes, she is almost forty, and I am only twenty-five years old."

After confirming that Joey Wong was not Joey Wong, the landlady relaxed and said with a smile, "Girl, you are really great, just like a big star. If you act in a movie, you will definitely become famous. You are also studying music, right? The temperament of the music is good. The other girls who came with him before have better temperaments..."

"Ahem." Zhou Yan coughed lightly and explained, "Those are our classmates, and there are some male classmates."

"Yes, they all came together, and there was a teacher at the time. I was quite impressed."

Teacher... Zhou Yan guessed that she was talking about Jia Guoping.

Jia Guoping was much older than them and could easily be mistaken for a teacher, but when they came, Jia Guoping was still a student.

Wang Zuxian glanced at Zhou Yan with a half-smile, "Oh, I'm not a music student."

"Don't study music..." The landlady was going to say something else, but a customer came in through the door, and she hurriedly went to greet the customer.

After the boss lady left, Wang Zuxian laughed softly and said, "It seems that Teacher Zhou has many beautiful students around him. He must be very happy in class."

Zhou Yan said hurriedly, "I don't have any classes at school now, and as you know, there aren't many girls in the composition department."

"But aren't you in the orchestra department now? There must be a lot of girls in the orchestra."

"I don't understand this."

"Really?" Wang Zuxian looked unbelieving.

"certainly."

"Then you, the deputy director of the department, are not very responsible. You don't even understand the students in the department."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "That's right. How about I go back and find out more."

Wang Zuxian gently pinched Zhou Yan's waist and said, "How dare you."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"That's pretty much it." Wang Zuxian nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's not far from your school. Let's go to the school for a walk later."

"no problem."

In fact, it's not too close to their school, it's two or three miles away, and it takes some time to walk there. But Wang Zuxian wanted to go, so Zhou Yan naturally had no reason not to agree.

Anyway, there was nothing much going on in the afternoon. I just had dinner and wandered over.

Later, the landlady didn't come out to disturb Zhou Yan and the others. She probably believed Wang Zuxian's words.

After paying the bill, the two put on their scarves and swayed towards the school entrance.

It still takes a long time to get to the gate of Yangyin, but Zhou Yan took Wang Zuxian through Xuanwumen Street and walked along New Culture Street. The journey was not boring.

Whenever he encountered any buildings in the surrounding area, Zhou Yan would introduce them to her. On the way, he also took her to visit the former residence of Li Dazhao and the Manchuria Capital Government Office with a red flag.

After passing Naoshikou Street, walk west along West Taiping Street for a short distance to Baojia Street.

Today is Monday, and it is now class time. In addition, the weather is already very cold, and there are not many pedestrians in the school.

The two of them had no destination and just walked side by side on campus.

Wang Zuxian has been here several times and is familiar with Yangyin. After all, the school is only so big. It only takes more than two hundred meters from the east gate on Baojia Street to the west gate on Fuxingmen South Street. Take a small road to get there. It was over in three minutes.

Zhou Yan thought he was wrapped up tightly, but as soon as they reached the door of the piano room, Sun Dong came from behind on a bicycle.

"Director Zhou."

Zhou Yan turned around and saw Sun Dong with a surprised look on his face, "Director Sun, do you recognize me now?"

These words surprised Sun Dong, "This back, this walking posture, who else but you, and your shoes are rarely worn by anyone."

Zhou Yan looked down at his shoes and was very surprised.

He was afraid of being recognized, so the clothes he wore outside were all clothes he had never worn before, but he didn't think much about the shoes. After all, most people would stare at shoes.

But Sun Dong can.

The key point is that he doesn't think there's anything special about his pair of shoes. Isn't it just a pair of ordinary Martin boots?

Also, does he have a special way of walking?

"What's wrong with the way I walk?"

"You're upright and pretending, haha." Sun Dong joked and asked, "You came to school, why didn't you go to the department?"

"Something happened today."

Sun Dong glanced at Wang Zuxian, who was wrapped up tightly, and smiled meaningfully, "I understand, I understand."

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes. He didn't expect that Sun Dong was quite gossipy.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the concert hall to see how the preparations for the concert are going."

"Is it a New Year's Eve concert?"

"No, don't you know? It's a concert of new symphony works by your composition department teachers, and it will be performed tomorrow."

"Oh, that's it."

Shi Wanchun had mentioned this to him before, saying that there was a concert of new works and asked him if he would participate, but Zhou Yan did not attend because it was too troublesome.

From the name of the concert, you can tell that the theme is a new work by a teacher from the Performance Composition Department. Zhou Yan's new work this year is only "Xu Sanguan", so it is not appropriate to use such a big piece.

The key is that this performance is for the school symphony orchestra, and it will take a lot of time to familiarize them with "Xu Sanguan".

"Are you going to take a look?"

Zhou Yan looked at Wang Zuxian, and Wang Zuxian smiled and said, "Go and have a look."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Sun Dong was more sure of his guess. He laughed and got on his bicycle, "Okay, see you at the concert hall later."

After Sun Dong walked away, Zhou Yan asked, "Are you sure you want to go see it?"

"Look, isn't this just a coincidence? I'll also listen to the works of other teachers in your composition department."

"Okay, let's go take a look. They're all here anyway."

Then the two of them walked towards the concert hall. On the way, Wang Zuxian asked Zhou Yan, "How many concerts are there in your school?"

"Well, there are many, there are all kinds of concerts, but they may not be the same as the concerts you imagined. There are graduation concerts every year, and they are held by all departments, and they are divided into undergraduate, master's and doctoral degrees. In addition, there are some training class reports, band class concerts, and sometimes the band's weekly concerts and annual concerts, as well as international exchange concerts and New Year's Eve music. Yes. Learning music is mainly about practice. Of course, the school encourages students to perform on stage more. ”

"Wow, don't you have concerts every now and then?"

"Yes, are you still worried about not having any concerts to attend at the Conservatory of Music?"

"So when you were in school, did you always go to concerts when you had nothing to do?"

Zhou Yan shook his head, "Very few."

"Why?" Wang Zuxian asked strangely.

"Because most concerts are a waste of time." (End of Chapter)