After finishing the meal and cleaning up the kitchen, the two of them walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Sun Hong asked:
"Shall we begin our 14th meeting?"
Sheng Chuncheng said, wait a moment, can we start later this weekend? Can we sleep in tomorrow?
Sun Hong smiled and said: "Okay, but do you have any rest days?"
Sheng Chunchen originally wanted to say that if I wanted to, I could have a day off every day. But after thinking about it, he didn't say it. He felt that if he dared to say such rebellious words, it would be inevitable for him to be taught a lesson by Sun Hong.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Everything has been arranged for today. We can wait a little later tomorrow."
Sun Hong said "Oh" and said, "Okay, what should we do now?"
"I want to watch the live broadcast." Sheng Chuncheng said, "Do you want to watch it?"
“‘Slaying men and demons’?”
"No, it's a friend of mine. Today is his first live broadcast. I want to cheer him up," Sheng Chuncheng said.
Sun Hong said yes, I will watch it with you.
Sheng Chuncheng turned on his mobile phone and clicked on August and Yanyan's live broadcast room. Today, both live broadcast rooms were broadcasting Yu Dazi's live broadcast room at the same time. An hour before the broadcast, after helping him divert traffic, August and Yanyan,
Then switch back to your live broadcast room.
Yu Dazi's special live broadcast, it turned out that Xueer was going to call it "Silly Egg in Tuxedo", but the word "silly egg" didn't work. Later Yu Dazi came up with a name himself, called "Disordered Staff".
Sheng Chuncheng projected the screen on his mobile phone to the TV. Before the broadcast was officially launched, Yu Dazi led three colleagues and were playing Wieniawski's Violin Concerto No. 2 in D minor. The strange thing was that Yu Dazi was not a violin.
Instead of holding it under your chin, you hold the violin upright on your thigh like an erhu.
Sheng Chuncheng was stunned and laughed again.
"Grandstanding." Sun Hong said, "Is this your friend?"
Sheng Chuncheng is right.
"What does he do?" Sun Hong asked.
"Concertmaster of the Hangzhou Philharmonic Orchestra."
"Does their troupe allow them to come out to do live broadcasts?" Sun Hong was surprised.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Yes, this is originally a collaboration between Organization M and the Hangzhou Philharmonic Orchestra. Do you know what their leader said when they discussed cooperation?"
"What did you say?" Sun Hong asked.
"He said, fuck, fuck, four words, fuck his mother." After Sheng Chuncheng finished speaking, he laughed, and Sun Hong snorted:
"It's not strange to be an artist."
Sheng Chuncheng sat there, raised one foot on the sofa and put it on his chest. Sun Hong patted his thigh and said to him: "Put it down."
"What for?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"Use it as a pillow for me." Sun Hong said.
Sheng Chuncheng put his legs down, and Sun Hong fell down sideways, with her head resting on Sheng Chuncheng's thigh. Sheng Chuncheng touched her face with his hand. After a while, Sun Hong fell asleep to the sound of the violin.
The live broadcast begins. Today's special live broadcast is actually a live auction. The items for the auction were collected by Xue'er and others from the Internet. There are violins made by Italian and domestic violin making masters. Every violin is made by Yu Jazi.
I tried the piano on the spot and then put it on sale. It was limited to two minutes. The audience in the live broadcast room started bidding from the starting price. When the time was up, the person with the highest price in the end won.
There are also many Bakelite records, two sets of stereos, and a two-page letter written in pen by Wang Xilin, the most amazing composer in China.
Yu Dazi said that in the history of Western music and art, the image of hell appears from time to time. Hell is not that scary. Dante could be led by a beautiful woman to roam in hell. What is more terrifying than hell is actually us.
The underworld of China, the underworld is the place of despair, and the sounds coming from there are the ones of despair, the silent cries of people whose throats have been cut.
Yu Dazi said: "In Wang Xilin's Third Symphony, there is the underworld, which is the saddest place in the history of world music. Only we Chinese, and only people like Teacher Wang who have personally experienced that era, can
Understand and realize what kind of despair it is, where even the end of the sky can't see the slightest light, Lao She and Fu Lei died in such despair..."
In the background, Wang Xilin's Third Symphony sounded, and the music scratched people's hearts like glass. Yu Dazi lowered his head and listened, explaining. When he raised his head, tears were streaming down his face, which surprised Sheng Chuncheng and left a message.
District, there was also a long list of crying expressions, and everyone was affected.
The entire live broadcast lasted from 8pm to 11pm, and all items were sold out. Tonight's live broadcast was a success. Sheng Chuncheng left separate WeChat messages for Xueer Yanyan August and Yu Dazi, wishing them a successful live broadcast.
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Yu Dazi quickly came back: "Thank you, and I wish you success in being banned. I will live broadcast the midnight snack for you later."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed and said, "Okay!"
When Sun Hong woke up, she looked at the TV and it was already dark. Then she looked at Sheng Chuncheng from bottom to top and asked, "Is it over?"
"It's over." Sheng Chuncheng said.
"How about it?"
"It was very successful. Everything was sold after more than ten rounds of competition. The transaction price was a lot higher than the starting price. The most exaggerated thing is that a letter from a composer was raised from 8,000 to 8,000 yuan."
Fifty-two yuan was sold," Sheng Chuncheng said.
"Just one letter sells for so much?"
"right."
"Are these people crazy?" Sun Hong asked.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "There are many rich people now."
Sun Hong sat up, took her own cup and Sheng Chuncheng's cup, went out to add water, came back, put the water down, went to the bathroom again, and walked back.
Sheng Chuncheng asked: "I slept so soundly just now, have you woken up?"
"Wake up." Sun Hong said, "I do the same thing when I am alone at home. I fall asleep watching TV. However, I have an extra pillow today and it is very comfortable."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed and cursed: "You feel better, but my legs are numb, and I dare not move for fear of waking you up."
Sun Hong giggled: "Didn't I tell you before, you are so kind to me."
Sheng Chuncheng clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's start our 14th talks."
Sun Hong said yes. She walked over, reached out and turned off the light, then came back and sat down. Sheng Chuncheng asked, "Why turn off the light?"
"Isn't it telling a story?" Sun Hong said.
"Why do you need to turn off the lights when telling a story?" Sheng Chuncheng said, "Is it a sense of ritual again?"
"Yes and no." Sun Hong leaned over in the darkness, leaned on Sheng Chuncheng's shoulder, and said, "Don't you think that telling your story with the light on will make both the speaker and the listener a little embarrassed?
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Sheng Chuncheng thought about it, and it seemed that this was really the case.
"Who said it first?" Sun Hong asked.
Sheng Chuncheng talks about you.
"Why?"
"I don't know how to speak." Sheng Chuncheng said with a smile.
"I don't know either." Sun Hong said, "But you are a boy, so you should tell me first."
"No." Sun Hong shook her head, "You can't beat me."
Sheng Chuncheng was unconvinced and shouted: "Hammer, paper, scissors, north of the equator, am I not afraid of anyone?"
Sun Hong laughed: "Then I'll scare you today and turn on the light."
Sheng Chuncheng stood up, walked over and turned on the light. When he came back, he made sure to talk to Sun Hong about hammer, paper, scissors. Sun Hong asked, "Do you really want to come?"
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Of course."
Sun Hong said okay.
The two agreed to win two out of three games, but Shengchun Chengdu lost the first two times. Sun Hong chuckled and asked, "Do you want to lose a third time?"
Sheng Chuncheng said yes, but I didn’t believe it. But the third hand came, and Sheng Chuncheng lost again. Sun Hong said, okay, I’ll give you three hands. The two of them played three more hands, and Sheng Chuncheng still lost them all.
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"Are you convinced?" Sun Hong asked.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, how did you do it?" Sheng Chuncheng asked, puzzled.
Sun Hong said with a smile: "Actually, it's not how I did it. I've been hinting to you what should be done. Of course I'm sure to win."
"How is that possible?" Sheng Chuncheng shouted.
Sun Hong chuckled: "I'll tell you the trick later. Now, go and turn off the lights."
