The night is like a fisherman's net, gradually closing in. The sound of morning exercise outside the window is heard, from far to near, and then slowly farther away. The heat of the summer night has not completely faded, and the morning sun quietly peeks out.

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Since the bedroom window faces east, the curtains are slightly thick, and the red velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains are embroidered with yellow coconut trees and blue mountains.

Zhuo Yang has never understood why coconut trees are yellow instead of green, why the mountains are blue, are there blue mountains in the world? Aren't coconut trees supposed to grow by the sea?

Zhuo Yang also asked his mother. She said: Do you know how big the world is? Zhuo Yang was confused. What is this? They are not next to each other. Before he could continue to ask, his mother became impatient.

Said:

"No reason, whatever I say is what I say!"

Although the yellow coconut tree and blue mountain red velvet curtains are thick, they still cannot block the sunlight from penetrating in. Every morning, the 11-square-meter bedroom will be glowing with red light, and the whole room will be filled with red clouds, making it look like Laojun's.

Alchemy room.

In the auspicious and healthy red light, Zhuo Yang opened his eyes. His upper body felt uncomfortable because the air conditioner had been blowing all night. He reached out and grabbed the remote control beside the pillow, raised his arm, and said, 'Beep'

The air conditioner was turned off with a bang, and the room suddenly became quiet.

During the whole process, Zhuo Yang seemed to have only moved his left arm, while other parts of his body did not move at all, and he did not blink his eyes.

After lying there for a while, Zhuo Yang turned his head and looked at the red curtain of Yeshan. In fact, he preferred the plaid and striped style, but because he had never hung it on the window, he didn’t know what the effect was. Besides, Zhuo Yang was not

I hate yellow coconuts, blue mountains and red clouds. I just want to know what grid or striped windows look like under the perspective of sunlight.

Zhuo Yang straightened his head and stared at a certain place on the white roof ceiling. He looked hard there, but there was actually nothing there. Zhuo Yang blinked.

Yes, today is the day to go to Germany.

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Zhuo Yang is seventeen years old this year. Seventeen years ago, he was born in Xi'an, a second-tier northwest first-tier city in the country. In the past seventeen years, Zhuo Yang has been living here and is familiar with everything here. Except for Xi'an, he has almost never been

For Zhuo Yang, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland only exist on the national map hanging on the side wall of the living room at home.

Zhuo Yang's father, Zhuo Tongtong, is a soldier, but not a soldier in the traditional sense. Zhuo Tongtong is an intellectual. His university major is English and his second language is German. After graduation, he has been working in

Working as a teacher at a university in Xi'an, life was slow and intense. Until the year when Zhuo Yang was three years old, a well-known military academy in Xi'an recruited teachers from local universities due to expansion. Zhuo Tongtong was recommended by the university where he was located.

After passing the examination, he put on the military uniform as he wished and became a glorious military civilian instructor.

Zhuo Yang always remembers that winter when his father put on military uniform and made his first shining appearance in front of his family. The breeches coat, the shiny black leather shoes, the shallow boat-shaped big-brimmed hat, set off by the epaulette collar and cap badge,

Zhuo Tongtong's heroic appearance is valiant, shining and majestic. Xiao Zhuoyang's eyes are full of stars, full of admiration for his father.

Zhuo Yang's mother, Yang Hong, is a somewhat graceful southern woman. She has very profound piano attainments and is quite famous in China. Gracefulness is Yang Hong's appearance, and Yang Hong's toughness is inside.

After graduating from the piano major at the University of Music, Yang Hong did not return to his hometown in the south, but chose to stay at the school to teach. On an autumn afternoon, after eating the cross-bridge rice noodles, Yang Hong had just walked out of the small restaurant door and had not even had time to wipe it.

His mouth was hit by Zhuo Tongtong, who had just finished eating fried noodles next door and had no time to wipe his mouth.

A very clichéd story.

Autumn is undoubtedly the most beautiful season in Xi'an!

Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong got married. One year later, they had a daughter named Zhuo Qiu. After another three years, Zhuo Qiu became a sister.

Later, a family of four lived happily in the family courtyard of the military academy, which everyone used to call it the compound.

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It is said that most people's brains only use one-tenth, and the remaining nine-tenths are completely idle and will gradually become useless. Zhuo Yang is obviously an exception.

Zhuo Yang showed his extraordinary talent at a very young age. Yuan Kuocheng's "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was a half-hour storytelling that the three-year-old Zhuo Yang could complete after listening to it only once. When he was four years old, Zhuo Tongtong

He threw the messy Rubik's Cube to Zhuo Yang, turned around and took out a pack of Ashima from his pocket on the clothes rack. He flicked one out of the cigarette case and lit it. When he turned around, Zhuo Yang had already twisted the Rubik's Cube back and the six sides were neat.

Yiyi. When he was five years old, he could talk to Zhuo Tongtong in German. At the age of six, Zhuoyang could even curse people fluently in English. At the age of eight, after just learning chess for a few days, he started talking to the old revolutionary grandfather from the military cadre office next door to the compound.

Winning overturned the table. Ever since the old revolutionary grandfather returned from a near-death escape in the Korean battlefield, he had spent half his life cultivating his moral integrity and had not gone too far in more than forty years.

In short, the amazing Zhuo Yang learns everything very quickly. He can learn many things just by looking at them. He only learns many moves once and does them well. After thinking about them for a while, he no longer feels unfamiliar when he does them.

It is said that a person whose brain is fully used, 100% used, even if he has never touched the piano, as long as he watches the performance of Liszt's "Don Juan" once, he can play it completely.

And you will never forget it for the rest of your life, and you can have it at your fingertips at any time.

Who can I talk to to reason with you?

No one knows how high Zhuoyang's brain is, five out of ten? Six out of ten? Or eight or nine out of ten? Anyway, he has had a label since he was a child: smart!

Smart children have one thing in common, that is, they are not practical, and Zhuo Yang is very detached.

Teachers’ children all go to school early. Zhuo Yang entered the first grade at a military school at the age of five, beginning the same painful school years as all children in China. Because he was too smart and too unreliable, Zhuo Yang was never a good student.

Generally, behaves naughty.

But another characteristic of smart children is that they like to read books and extracurricular books.

Influenced by Zhuo Tongtong, an amateur and senior history enthusiast and pseudo-literature enthusiast, Zhuo Yang has read Chinese and foreign historical classics and literary masterpieces one after another since he became literate. Of course, the older Zhuo Yang

According to Yang, ancient Chinese histories are all in classical Chinese, while Western classics are all in English.

Zhuo Yang has a father whom he admires.

Children who grow up in military compounds all have one characteristic: they make trouble and love to fight. Zhuo Yang is no exception.

He and his friends would often fight with the children on the street just for a look.

He glared at me and hit him!

He whistled at the girl in our compound, hit him!

He, he didn't do anything today..., beat him...

With Zhuoyang's physical coordination and movement learning ability, there is no doubt that he is a good fighter. In his own words: Those idiots move too slowly!

However, Zhuoyang doesn't like fighting, but he likes to be with his friends.

Besides, if boys don’t fight, how can they be called puberty?

Adolescent Zhuo Yang doesn't like fighting, going to school, or eating fat meat and onions. But he likes football!

Xi'an is not a traditional football city, but Xi'an is a city of fanatical football fans. In other words, there are many people watching football and few playing football.

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month of 1989, Zhuo Yang, who was just over four years old, wore a thick down jacket and strolled to the playground of the Military Academy alone. Because it was Sunday, there were no soldiers training on the yellow turf playground, and a cold northwest wind swept across the playground.

In the sky above, Zhuo Yang tightened the collar of his dark red down jacket with his hands, muttering: It's cold, it's so cold.

At this time, Zhuo Yang saw six soldiers. They were only wearing military green vests on their upper bodies. Their strong biceps were like the big lumps of mustard sold in the military service club store. Their bulging chest muscles made the vests bulge. Their heads were

There was a hot air that could not be blown away by the northwest wind. They were chasing a black and white ball.

This is the first time Zhuo Yang has seen playing football!

A soldier missed a kick when he stopped the ball. The football changed direction against the soles of his feet and leaked out of the edge of the grass. It rolled towards Zhuoyang from fast to slow, and then slowly stopped at Zhuoyang's feet.

"Children, pick up the ball for your uncle."

Half an hour later, six soldiers watched in horror as Zhuo Yang bumped the football with his feet, but the football had not landed for almost ten minutes.

The small crimson down jacket was thrown on the withered grass, as abrupt and bright as the desert roses in Taklimakan.

The six soldiers tightened the collars of their cotton army coats, fearing that the slightest bit of cold wind would get into their necks, and muttered: Cold, so cold!

From then on, Zhuoyang fell in love with football, a love that was completely unreasonable and completely unlike his magical talent as a smart little prodigy.

Smart children often don't seek deep understanding but only seek to understand briefly.

When he was in the first grade, Zhuo Yang couldn't play football with other kids of the same age. He only played football in the third grade and up. In the first grade of junior high school, he started playing small games with those tough soldiers. Although because of his young age,

Due to physical and physical reasons, he often could not play the full game, but Zhuoyang's one-stop dribbling and shooting at any time and at any time left the soldiers at a loss. By high school, there was no one in Xi'an's folk wildball circles who did not know Zhuoyang's name.

He was often called to help save the field by his uncles who played football.

But in football, Zhuo Yang has a huge problem because of his mother Yang Hong.

Ever since Zhuo Yang became famous in the folk field football world, coaches from sports schools and even professional team coaches have been approaching him, hoping that Zhuo Yang can enter the echelon of football sports schools or football clubs. However, without exception, he was rejected by his mother Yang Hong.

He was kicked out of the house without mercy. Although his father Zhuo Tongtong was incompetent and could be regarded as a pseudo-fan who only watched the practice, he also felt that playing football was not a serious matter and could be played just for fun. He only did it specifically.

One line is just the same as spending the whole day in a mahjong parlor, playing with things and getting bored.

The person Zhuo Yang admires the most is her father, Zhuo Tongtong, a literary and sultry man. The person Zhuo Yang fears the most is her mother, Yang Hong, a graceful but tough woman.

Yang Hong hates all sports and thinks they are a symbol of barbarism and rudeness. Yang Hong has the beauty and arrogance of a traditional southern water town girl in her bones, and her eyes can only see profound knowledge and elegant art. But as a woman in the new era,

A pianist, Yang Hong is accustomed to taking control of everything with pride and has leadership authority that cannot be opposed in the family.

Yang Hong never does sports, never plays badminton, and doesn’t know where there is a table tennis table. She doesn’t do long-distance running, sprinting or jogging. Apart from occasionally walking with her husband, the only sport Yang Hong is passionate about is the two-person table in the bedroom.

On the Simmons mattress that is one meter wide and two meters long, in the dead of night, after Zhuo Qiu and Zhuo Yang fell asleep, she and Zhuo Tongtong were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat and never tired of it.

Yang Hong loves Zhuo Tongtong, and Zhuo Tongtong loves Yang Hong. They love deeply.

Zhuo Tongtong is afraid of Yang Hong. Not only him, Zhuo Qiu, Zhuo Yang, and the three people named Zhuo in the family are also afraid of Yang Hong.

Zhuo Qiu chose the same major as her father, foreign languages. She is a top student in a foreign college. In this respect, she is like her father, a student union cadre, but in this respect, she is like her mother.

Therefore, Yang Hong arbitrarily ordered Zhuo Yang to learn piano for three reasons.

First: My daughter has inherited her father’s profession, and my son will inherit my career;
To be continued...