Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing thought of how crazy she was watching the show in the rain last night and how her yellow hair could not be associated with a talented woman.

But I am indeed a student from a 985 key university, and I heard that the Chinese language and literature major at Sichuan University is also pretty good.

So the two of them carried their travel bags and took the cable car straight to the top of the mountain.

The sky library is located on the top of the mountain. It is shaped like a star. From a distance, it looks like a lotus blooming on the top of the mountain. It looks very beautiful.

Yu Dongqing and Chen Guoguo entered the library in high spirits. There were many people inside, most of them were young men and women who came to attend the concert and read books before taking a break in the morning.

There are three floors in the museum. The ceiling adopts a mirror design, which reflects with the surrounding glass curtain walls. Yu Dongqing took a book at random and sat on the revolving floor. The sunlight from outside shone in through the glass skylight, and he did not feel hot. On the contrary, there is a kind of warmth.

Chen Guoguo also chose a book and sat quietly next to him.

"Uncle, I didn't expect that you are also a young artist." Chen Guoguo was a little surprised when she looked at the book Yu Dongqing selected.

It is "Afternoon Music Time with Seiji Ozawa" written by Haruki Kukigami and the famous RB conductor Seiji Ozawa.

This book is not as famous in China as "Norwegian Wood", "Hear the Wind Sing" and "1Q84". But Yu Dongqing likes to watch it very much.

The content is about traveling from RB Kanagawa to Tokyo, from Honolulu in the United States to the shores of Lake Geneva in Switzerland, and on the express train bound for Paris. Ozawa Seiji and Murakami Haruki spent afternoons with warm tea and snacks while enjoying classical music. , while talking about music, literature and life, enjoying the beauty of words and music from the interesting dialogue.

Now hearing what Chen Guoguo said, Yu Dongqing raised his head and said with a smile, "I can't say that I am a literary young man. I work in music editing and production, and occasionally write songs, so I like to read books in this field."

"No wonder you are a musician." Chen Guoguo listened thoughtfully.

"I have read this book." Chen Guoguo replied.

oh?

Yu Dongqing put down the book and asked with interest: "Are you interested in the writer Haruki Murakami, or are you interested in the classical music described in the book?"

Chen Guoguo hugged her knees with both hands and pondered for a moment before replying: "You know that I like rock music and am not very interested in classical music. As for Haruki Murakami."

Chen Guoguo tilted her head and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Do you know this popular saying in the literary circle?"

"What words?"

"If you want to be a high-quality literary youth, you must know: French literature is the most suitable, German literature is fully valued, RB rarely has good works, and works like Haruki Haruki cannot be accepted by high-quality literary youth. Fayan, that is a reading material for middle-level literary youth. There is no literature in Korea, but you can read it in modern China, but you don’t take the initiative to come into contact with contemporary works."

After listening to Chen Guoguo's words, Yu Dongqing felt very fresh. He was not an artistic young man and he didn't understand this so-called circle.

"I don't think the literary value of the books written by Haruki Murakami is very high, but what is commendable is that he is one of the few famous writers who understands music and is obsessed with music. Rock, folk, jazz, blues, and classical are interspersed and circuitous, and you can listen to them. It’s very complicated.”

"A large part of the fun and sentiment of his works are supported by music. "Norwegian Wood" is the title of a song by The Beatles, which has influenced many literary and artistic young people." Chen Guoguo said eloquently. "Yes, what I appreciate most in this book "Afternoon Music Time with Seiji Ozawa" is his attitude towards music." Yu Dongqing echoed: "There was once such a passage that I found very interesting."

"Let me guess, is this the sentence?" Chen Guoguo took over the topic and continued:

"Music must be something purer and more introspective. At least it is not easily associated with tangible "things", and perhaps it is considered that the two are very different. It is not difficult to imagine that with music in this way Combining them will definitely give them more freedom and more space.”

"Perhaps a little close to the pleasure and freedom of reading literary works directly from the original text without relying on translation. Schoenberg once said: "Music is not a sound, but a concept. "

After saying that, the girl winked at Yu Dongqing playfully.

Ah?

Yu Dongqing looked at her with admiration.

She is indeed a talented girl from the Chinese Department.

"Tell me, Guoguo, how come you, a delicate girl like you, like rock music? Especially death metal, an alternative music that has a strong taste and is associated with politics, religion, and resistance?" Yu Dongqing asked curiously .

This question had been lingering in his mind for a long time, so he took this opportunity to speak out.

"Uncle, let me correct you first. I like rock music simply because I like it. Listening to music makes me feel happy. There is no other reason!" Chen Guoguo answered seriously.

"Last night when I was browsing Moments, another short article said, "Elvis is about romance, Lennon is about the hypocritical middle class, and European and American rock and roll is nothing but sexual liberation."

As a progressive rock listener, when I saw this, I wanted to drag out the original author and force him to listen to all the progressive rock bands! "

"Music is music. Those boring people always like to associate rock and roll with politics and the hippie movement. When will we return to the innocence of rock and roll as just a kind of music?!"

"Yes, music is music. Just like what you said in the book just now, music must be a purer and more introspective thing." Yu Dongqing praised it.

"Of course there is another reason." The girl said with a smile: "I have been a good girl in the eyes of my parents since I was a child, docile, obedient, and good at studying."

"Actually, sometimes I really want to indulge myself. I want to skip my homework, skip school on purpose to play when I'm sick, and cut my hair very short. When I was in middle school, I didn't dare to do this when my parents were around. But when I went to college, I realized it all! Including listening to rock music!”

"If my parents knew that I traveled all the way to Zhangjiakou to attend the music festival, and now I'm chatting with a strange uncle here and sleeping in his tent at night, they would be scared to death!"

At this point, Chen Guoguo giggled, as if she was a little fox who had just stolen some candy.

Yu Dongqing looked at her short yellow hair again.

I sighed slightly in my heart.

"Uncle, tell me why you like folk songs? People say that people who like folk songs are people with stories." Chen Guoguo asked again.

Yu Dongqing laughed after hearing this.

"Don't be fooled by the jokes on NetEase Cloud. I organized a band with several classmates in college, and I started to like folk songs from that time."

"Are they the uncles who are with you?" Chen Guoguo interjected and asked.

"Yeah" Yu Dongqing replied.

"At that time, ballads were popular in college: ideals of love, and yes, girls. This was the most common word in folk songs. Everyone felt that they had stories, unique literary and artistic qualities, and special vicissitudes of life in their hearts.

"Actually? How many vicissitudes of life can a teenager go through when going from one school to another? It's just Xin Weifu's new words to express his sorrow."

"What happened next?" Chen Guoguo asked.

"Later I entered the society, I got older, and I encountered many things, but they were just ordinary people in this world. If you heard your own story, then you have a story; but there are many people who are in other people's stories. move."

"Actually, I think each of us is a person with a story and is unique."

"Uncle, what you said is so good!"

Chen Guoguo had a look of admiration on her face.

On this summer morning, the two of them sat side by side on the steps of the library and chatted for a long time without saying a word.

About music and life, violence and life, poetry and distance.

Until they were awakened by a call from Zhang Yang and the others.