Roaming in the dark

Chapter 624 How to say
"How should I say it?" Yu Dazi looked at Sheng Chuncheng, said something, then fell silent again, he was thinking.

Sheng Chuncheng didn't say anything, he looked at Yu Dazi, and waited, waiting for him to figure out what he should say.

Yu Mazi let out a "tsk", picked up the cup, did not touch Sheng Chuncheng, but took a sip by himself, put down the cup and thought about it, he said:
"It may be that when two people are not together, they think too well. They think about each other in a good place, thinking about what will happen if they can be together, and they don't care about everything. But when they are really together Together, and..."

At this point, Yu Mazi couldn't continue. This guy who was usually eloquent and witty, felt the lack of language at this time. He didn't know how to clearly explain his current state to Sheng Chuncheng.

Sheng Chuncheng asked: "Why, is Xue'er treating you badly?"

"It's not bad, it's just..." Yu Mazi thought for a while and asked, "Do you know harmony?"

Sheng Chuncheng shook his head.

"It's just that I can't get on with it." Yu Dazi said, "Oh, it's not in tune. The two of them can't keep in tune. Do you understand this?"

"It used to be that the qin and se were singing harmoniously, but now they are not singing harmoniously?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.

"That's right, that's right, that's it. The qin is the qin, the har is the har, or both the harps are playing, but they are playing in different tunes. It's not bad, it has become a noise."

As Yu Dazi said, Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help laughing, he heard him make bad things bad.I don't know what's wrong, Sheng Chuncheng went to their band, and I always heard them say this kind of thing, not Yu Dazi alone, but everyone in their band said that, for example, it's bad to say bad, photography, they To say Nie Ying, "Come on, give us Nie Ying."

Sheng Chuncheng didn't know the origin of these stalks, so he thought, are all you art lovers so good at playing?

"What are you laughing at?" Yu Dazi asked.

"Nothing." Sheng Chuncheng shook his head, "What happened to you, Xue'er?"

"It's not about me." Yu Dazi said.

"Then how come the qin is the qin and the har is the har, and they play different tunes, making it a noise?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.

"Feeling." Yu Dazi said, "Feeling, do you know?"

"What do you feel?"

"She doesn't know anything about the violin."

"So what, I don't understand either." Sheng Chuncheng said, "How many people in this world know the violin? Why, if you don't know the violin, you will be despised?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Yu Dazi hurriedly defended, "I mean, she has no interest in the violin, oh oh, not in the violin, but in the whole of classical music."

"Me neither, there are still a few people who are interested in classical music." Sheng Chuncheng said.

"Damn it, can you stop pulling everything on yourself." Yu Dazi cursed with his eyes wide open, "We're talking about Xue'er."

"It's just talking about Xue'er, you fucking, it's not today that I found out that Xue'er has no interest in classical music at all." Sheng Chuncheng scolded back.

"Okay, you are right about this, what you said makes sense." Yu Dazi didn't continue to argue with Sheng Chuncheng, "It's my own negligence, I never thought about it, I mean before I got married, I never thought about what it would be like question."

"It was a fact in the first place, why is it a problem now?" Sheng Chuncheng really didn't understand.

Yu Dazi sighed: "But I learned this, and I also rely on this to make a living."

"So what?"

"How should I tell you?"

Yu Mazi searched his brains, still looking for a suitable explanation, thought for a while, and said:

"For example, in my car, Heifetz and Milstein are all playing. Of course, there are Menuhin and Chrysler. They are all violin music anyway. When she comes on, she will frown and say to listen to the radio. You don't want to listen to it." Okay, why are you frowning?
"Also, I am also like this at home. I play CDs and listen to Handel's "Messiah" or Sibelius. When she comes over, she will say, why are you listening to these things again? Did you hear it? What is it? These things, I am a violin player, why not listen to these things, go to hip-hop?

"I also listen to hip-hop, but it doesn't mean that if I listen to hip-hop, I can't listen to these things, right? As long as I listen to it, how can I listen to these things again?"

As Yu Dazi said, Sheng Chuncheng couldn't help laughing, and Yu Dazi scolded: "You are laughing."

"Are you too sensitive?" Sheng Chuncheng asked, "Just such a trivial thing?"

"What's trivial?" Yu Dazi exclaimed, "Let me tell you, she just despises these things. In her eyes, these things are worthless garbage. Then tell me, I'm a violinist. These things are in the world." You don't think it's worth it anymore, so what am I, am I also underestimated and trash?"

"Why, can't you take it with your self-esteem?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.

"It's really a bit."

Yu Dazi nodded, and continued:
"What I can't stand is this attitude. You know, attitude is everything. Her attitude makes me feel like I'm a superfluous waste. All classical music is stinky shit in her eyes. Then What is it that I am engaged in this job? It is this attitude that makes me very uncomfortable.

"Of course, I won't quarrel with her because of this. It's nothing to quarrel with. But now, as long as she is at home, I don't even practice the piano or listen to music. Why, I'm afraid of being despised."

"That's it?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.

"Also, and she has said it many times now. She told me, either you don't do it, get out of the orchestra, anyway, you can't earn much money a month. Listen, what is this talking about? , What am I going to do when I come out, to be a professional anchor, or to do odd jobs in their company?

"Fuck it, I'm also a chief, okay? There are tens of millions of violin learners in the country, and there are only a few dozen who can get to the chief. If you give up, you can give up. You can't make much money anyway. Quit? Then what am I?

"I'm a jerk in a tuxedo, and what would I be without a tux? Am I really a fucking jerk? You say, don't you?"

Sheng Chuncheng laughed loudly, he raised his glass and said to Yu Dazi, "Come, drink and drink."

Yu Mazi also raised his wine glass, the two of them bumped into each other and drank it down in one gulp.

"Do you still remember, the day my massage shop opened, you brought food and drinks here?" Sheng Chuncheng asked Yu Mazi.

Yu Dazi nodded: "Of course I remember."

"You told me that night that you were going to start eating soft rice from now on. I said, you have to eat soft rice with a straight back, otherwise Xue'er will look down on you." Sheng Chuncheng said, "But in fact, sometimes waist The pole is too straight, it’s not good, especially the two of you, now you are a family, why do you care about these things, why are you so sensitive, a little rough, you can pass.”

"I know the truth, including me as the chief, who is not in the industry, who takes it seriously." Yu Dazi said, "But I have been learning the violin since I was six years old. At least, until now, this is the only thing I have done successfully. The thing is not that I am sensitive, but that she underestimated me so much, you said, did she deny me completely? I have lived to this day, so it is tantamount to living in vain? "

Yu Dazi said the same meanings over and over again, and Sheng Chuncheng looked at him, amused, annoyed, and a little sad.He felt that the self-esteem of Yu Dazi in front of him had really been hurt.Although Xue'er may not even realize that she is unintentional, but in many cases, unintentional is more hurtful, unintentional is a natural contempt.

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