If someone asked Dean Fang, is it worth it for him to take a one and a half hour flight from Taipei to Jiang City overnight just for a song
Dean Fang will definitely give a positive answer: It is worth it! Why is it worth it!
Fang Qichen, the director of the Institute of Archaeology, rushed to Jiang City overnight with two doctors of archaeology.
With such sincerity, Shen Yuhan had no reason not to agree to meet with the other party.
He had looked it up and found that the officials at the national-level government offices all had very powerful backgrounds. He could also look up Dean Fang's resume on the Internet. Although he didn't know what these titles meant, the column about academic qualifications had already made him respect Dean Fang from the bottom of his heart.
The two parties met and exchanged greetings in the hotel lobby. Dean Fang and others wanted to talk about business right away, but it was difficult to do so with so many people coming and going. Shan Qihuan immediately said that he had booked a suite, which was large enough for them to discuss business and would also ensure confidentiality.
Shan Qihuan is a businessman and has great respect for people in the literary field. Dean Fang and others took the trouble to come here and, taking advantage of the Shan family's wealth, directly arranged for them to stay in the presidential suite.
The main thing is that the presidential suite has a conference room and enough rooms to accommodate several people.
Dean Fang, who is over fifty and still has black hair, saw such a high-end suite and covered his chest with his hands. He thought: Evil capitalists, the price of a suite for one day is their monthly salary. Money is more important than possessions, and he was very angry.
As the wife of a capitalist, Shen Yuhan had no special expression towards Mingliang Hotel because white was auspicious to her, but modern people liked to use white, so she had no choice but to ignore it.
After the two sides met, Qu Zhu asked the hotel to send food and drinks, all served buffet style, and all placed on the dining table. Dean Fang had just taken out his briefcase.
Shen Yuhan said generously: "If the three gentlemen would like to eat first, it won't take long, so let me and you play the role of hosts and try the specialties of our Jiang City. These fish and shrimp are unique to our Jiang City. You may find authentic fish and shrimp in Taipei City."
Shen Yuhan's attitude was very humble, and he did not look down on the person being asked for help, thus saving the situation which had originally been a bit awkward.
At this time, Shan Qihuan naturally spoke up: "Dean Fang, you came here in a hurry, and I guess you didn't eat well on the plane. Why don't you have dinner first? Xiaohan and I haven't had dinner yet, and we are a little hungry."
The steps and sincerity were already there, and Dean Fang and the other two felt comfortable listening to it, so they naturally stopped being polite.
Rather than jumping into the topic directly in the meeting room, it would be more natural to get to the point while eating and chatting.
When they were outside, Shen Yuhan would always take care of her husband's face and take the initiative to peel shrimp shells for him with great skill. After Shan Qihuan finished eating, she would also pick up his favorite dishes for Shen Yuhan. The two would occasionally whisper to each other what they liked to eat or what they didn't like to eat, or they would discuss which dish tasted good and recommend each other to try.
Dean Fang and the other two were conquered by the natural attitude of the two people, and the topics of conversation became more and more. It was not until they put down their chopsticks after eating and drinking that they had a chance to speak, and even changed the way they addressed Shan Qihuan and Shen Yuhan.
"Xiao Dan, Xiao Shen, this is what happened. We came here mainly to ask Xiao Shen about the music he played before. This is very important for our archaeological research."
Shan Qihuan also spoke in an official manner: "As long as we can help, we will definitely help."
Shen Yuhan got a general idea from Shan Qihuan, but it was still not clear what to do specifically.
Now he could only ask directly: "Is there anything wrong with my song?"
Dean Fang recounted the whole story: "This involves our archaeological research project. Three months ago, our archaeological team took on an archaeological project and spent a month putting together a music score. However, the score had been soaked, and many of the words were unclear, so we only worked out a few melodies. Some time ago, we asked professionals to discover the song that Xiao Shen played on the piano. The melody was very similar to the melody on the score, so we came directly here. Xiao Shen, where did you get the score for this song? Can you tell me about it?"
They did not approach Shen Yuhan rashly, but first asked a professional teacher to record the songs Shen Yuhan played. Then they spent a month comparing the songs Shen Yuhan played with the ancient music scores one by one. They concluded that the two were a perfect match, with every melody perfectly matched. If they changed to another tune, the music would be different.
Therefore, they contacted Shan Qihuan, and then found Shen Yuhan through him. All of them wanted to find out where his music score came from, and why it was so consistent with the music score unearthed from the ancient tomb a thousand years ago that they were studying.
After listening to Dean Fang's words, Shen Yuhan suddenly understood the significance of the song he played, but he had never thought that the song he played was actually unique in this world. On the one hand, he wondered whether he could find the whereabouts of his relatives in this way, and on the other hand, he wondered whether he would expose his origins.
His mind was working rapidly. Now he had become the ignorant ancient man Shen Yuhan who had just come into this world half a year ago. He knew what archaeology was. In front of outsiders, he would naturally try his best to conceal his true self.
He knew that telling a lie required covering it up with another lie, but he still did it.
Shan Qihuan also looked at him with burning eyes, his wife was really amazing, any tune she played could be an ancient song, and now he also wanted to know where her music score came from.
Everyone was looking at Shen Yuhan, as if expecting him to reveal some shocking secret, but Shen Yuhan was not that stupid. He smiled and said casually, "My family bought this piece of music in an antique shop when I was learning the piano. I liked it very much at the time, so I spent a lot of money to buy it. However, the original score was lost due to multiple moves."
Dean Fang and the other two experts were filled with regret: "How could it be lost? Maybe it was an antique."
"That's right, it's just ordinary paper." Shen Yuhan gave them a less uncomfortable answer, "So I didn't take it too seriously."
Actually, he was not really lying. He had indeed bought the music score of this song from a father and daughter who played the pipa and sang for a living. The woman's mother was sick and had no money to treat her illness. He was soft-hearted at the time and thought he would help if he could, so he bought the music score. As for how much money he spent, he forgot.
Dean Fang calmed down and said, "I thought you threw away the antique." He made a request, "Can you play the whole piece? The video is less than a minute long, I think it's incomplete."
Shen Yuhan said: "I don't have the music score, but I can play it for you three. This piece of music is about five minutes long."
As long as you can play it, it’s good! As long as you can play it, it’s good!
Dean Fang no longer had so many requirements: "It's okay, just play it, and we'll ask a professional teacher to record the music score later."
Shen Yuhan nodded: "Then I will play it once, you can record it first and take it home to listen to it slowly. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and gentlemen should all have a peaceful and stable new year."
He stood up to get the piano he had brought with him and placed it on the coffee table outside.
Shan Qihuan knew his habits, so he laid a thick blanket on the carpet on the ground and put a cushion on it to make the height just right. Then Shen Yuhan began to adjust the sound of the piano.
After they finished this series of seemingly pretentious but cooperative arrangements, Dean Fang's two colleagues also set up professional recording equipment.
Shen Yuhan made a very modern OK gesture. Shan Qihuan, who was sitting next to him, was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he seldom saw Shen Yuhan doing such gestures, but it was actually quite cute, especially because her fingers were beautiful and pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at them.
He watched Shen Yuhan's fingers lightly rest on the strings and play the first note.
The last time Shan Qihuan listened to this song was when he felt physically and mentally tired. He didn't pay much attention to what he was listening to at the time. He only knew that his body and mind became light after listening to it, and all the happiness he encountered during the day was temporarily forgotten by him.
As he listened, he became fascinated.
Shan Qihuan also turned on his phone and recorded the complete song. Of course, he did this for safety. After all, he was a businessman, so he had to be careful for his wife. They were also familiar with Dean Fang and others. What if they turned against him and admitted Shen Yuhan's contribution? They would have nowhere to say it at that time. Just in case, they left themselves a way out.
The sound of the piano echoed in the large and quiet room. The tune was melodious, sometimes brisk, sometimes sad, and gentle. The listeners followed the ups and downs of the melody and fell into deep thought, or rather, a story came into their minds.
When the cheerful melody at the beginning appeared, they seemed to see a shy girl with countless beautiful fantasies. She ran freely in the countryside, kept company with birds, and played with small animals among the flowers. Her life was beautiful and happy.
However, the sound of the zither suddenly turned sad. Something happened to the girl's family, and she had to do what she wanted to do. From then on, she lived a hard life of wandering. She met hooligans on the way, but she escaped the disaster. She also met a kind person who gave her silver, which helped her get through the most difficult time.
The melody becomes gentle again, no longer innocent and cheerful, and no longer sad and miserable, and finally reaches peace. This is the third stage of the girl. Her life has become peaceful. She may have found her home and she may have escaped from this world of suffering.
As they listened, Dean Fang and the others actually had tears in their eyes. They could tell the story that the piano music was trying to convey, but there was a sense of helplessness in the beauty of the music.
If she lived in modern times, the girl might be able to live a happier and more fulfilled life.
After the last note fell, Shen Yuhan's fingers paused in the air, and after two seconds he retracted them to his knees. He closed his eyes, suppressed his outward emotions, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Shan Qihuan's wife who could go into the kitchen and out of the living room.
Shan Qihuan was also stunned. The same tune could be played with different feelings. Was his wife's attainment in piano playing too high
However, as he was listening, a young boy's story appeared in his mind. He remembered Shen Yuhan's "Lixia" and "Winter Solstice", as well as the "Marketplace" he painted for the movie. He actually associated it with the background of a character and thought, a little one-sidedly, that he seemed to see the growth of the boy in the painting.
He used to live a carefree life, warming himself by the fire with his cat in the winter, and playing freely on the swing surrounded by servants in the summer. However, his life suddenly changed and he went to a place far away from home and never returned. In that place, he met many people and encountered many things. His mood was up and down, sometimes sad, sometimes happy. In the end, he thought that the boy should be happy.
Perhaps this is why there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people.
"Have you finished playing?" Dean Fang was obviously not satisfied.
Shen Yuhan nodded politely: "I'm done. This is the entire song."
Dean Fang and his colleagues finally got the complete song. They are very happy and they plan to go back and continue their in-depth research.
"Thank you, thank you so much." He could hardly suppress the excitement on his face. He walked forward and extended his hand to Shen Yuhan. Shen Yuhan was of course unwilling to shake hands with the man. Shan Qihuan sensed his resistance and that he did not want his wife to shake hands with someone else, so he shook hands with Dean Fang on behalf of Shen Yuhan to avoid making the situation awkward.
Shan Qihuan said very officially: "You're welcome. This is what Xiaohan should do. It's just to contribute a little to our country's traditional culture. I'm glad I can help."
Dean Fang then realized that his behavior just now was quite appropriate. Shen Yuhan seemed to be protected by Dan Qihuan, and they were a husband and wife, so he had been a bit abrupt just now.
Shen Yuhan completed his task and it was getting late, so he and Shan Qihuan were about to go home.
When they reached the door, Dean Fang suddenly chased out, stopped Shen Yuhan, and asked, "Xiao Shen, what is the name of the song?"
When Shen Yuhan first got this music score, it didn't have a name.
He thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Time flies by in a flash."
The next morning, Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan saw off Dean Fang and his two companions. Today happened to be New Year's Eve.
Shen Yuhan immediately started to post couplets and hang lanterns at home. In the past, these things were done by servants, but now he did it himself, which was quite different, because there was a Shan Qihuan beside him. It was Shan Qihuan who mainly did the posting, while he held the ladder to help him look left and right.
Shen Yuhan raised her head and said, "Honey, move a little to the left."
Shan Qihuan moved the couplet a little to the left: "Like this?"
Shen Yuhan thought it was right, and said, "It seems like we should move a little further to the right."
Shan Qihuan lowered his head and asked him: "Is it the left or the right?"
Shen Yuhan: "That's it, that's it!"
Finally satisfied, Shan Qihuan pasted the couplet according to his instructions.
In previous years, it was always deserted, but this year seems to be the same.
The Shan family also needs to worship their ancestors every year. After the two of them put up the couplets, they would go to the Shan family ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. Shan Tianfeng and Shan Qiyuan were in good health this year, so this year's ancestor worship was presided over by the Shan family's uncles and aunts. Shan Qihuan represented their branch, and the brothers from other branches could only follow him.
Shen Yuhan is officially getting married with Shan Qihuan, and he can also be there this year.
The ancestral hall was not built in the urban area of Jiang City. It was actually built on a mountain. They had to walk a short distance after getting off the bus.
It was chilly outside. Shen Yuhan wrapped his coat tightly around himself and walked towards the ancestral hall step by step, almost sweating.
Shan Qihuan held his hand and asked, "Are you tired?"
"Still feeling good." Shen Yuhan was a little out of breath.
Shan Qixin put his hands on his waist and said, "Sister-in-law, you lack exercise. You should stay at home every day and go out more often."
Shen Yuhan thought what he said made sense: "Then I'll go out more after the New Year."
Shan Qihuan rolled his eyes at Shan Qixin and said, "You're nosy." There was nothing wrong with his wife liking to stay at home.
When they got there, people from Shan Qiyun's room were already there.
The ancestor worship process went relatively smoothly without any problems.
It can be seen that compared with previous years, the brothers from the other three houses are all beaming with pride and their sense of superiority is getting stronger and stronger, especially Shan Qiyun. With the help of the Qi family, he has gone beyond just daring to challenge Shan Qihuan and seems to want to step on him. Shan Qihuan doesn't even bother to pay attention to him and doesn't even glance at him.
In the evening, everyone returned to the Shan family, had a New Year's Eve dinner with Shan Tianfeng, and then went home.
Shan Qixin followed Shan Qihuan again.
They ate dumplings together and watched the Spring Festival Gala. Shan Qixin occupied a sofa by himself, while Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan sat together. Shan Qixin complained about the Spring Festival Gala crazily.
"What's this skit about?"
"Why are all the guests invited this year traffic stars? To be honest, few people know traffic stars. This year's directors are not good. They need to be changed. The pattern is too small."
Shen Yuhan suddenly asked: "Uncle, you are also a traffic star, why didn't you invite me?"
Shan Qixin was speechless when asked this question, it really hit home.
Of course he would be on this new era Spring Festival Gala, because his last name is Shan.
After Shan Qixin recovered from the pain of being poked by his third sister-in-law, he said, "Third brother, third sister-in-law, I will be recording a program in two months, and I may have to film the process of me and my family getting along. Can I film it here?"
Shan Qihuan wanted to refuse on the spot, but he still asked first: "Isn't it more appropriate for Big Brother?"
Shan Qixin chuckled and said, "Goodbye, there is a minor in his family, and my eldest brother is in very good health."
Shan Qihuan had no choice but to ask Shen Yuhan for his opinion: "What do you think?"
Shen Yuhan didn't know what to record, so he just said, "I have no objection."
Shan Qihuan and Shan Qixin made three rules: "You can record it, but I have to review it before it can be broadcast. Write this into your contract, otherwise you can't be on this show." He wanted Shen Yuhan to show his face, and he hoped that netizens would not disturb his life.
“.” After getting the desired result, Shan Qixin laughed.
Shen Yuhan insisted on staying up all night, and the three of them stayed up together until the clock struck midnight.
Shan Qixin received red envelopes from Shen Yuhan and Shan Qihuan. He took the red envelopes, suddenly turned his head away and ran upstairs.
"I'm going to bed. Good night."
He wiped the corners of his eyes where his third brother and sister-in-law could see.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly wanted to cry.
When Shan Qixin returned to the room, Shan Qihuan took out a red envelope with a card in it from his pocket and handed it to Shen Yuhan: "Here you go."
Shen Yuhan was stunned for a moment, then took out a thick red envelope of cash from her pocket and slapped it on his hand: "Happy New Year, husband."
Shan Qihuan put away the red envelope, and took Shen Yuhan's time to carry him upstairs while he was not paying attention. He ran upstairs in two steps, very anxious to get back to the room. Shen Yuhan cried out, and her husband also called out, "Shan Qihuan, put me down!"
Shan Qihuan patted Shen Yuhan's butt and said, "You're so brave. Call me husband."
Shen Yuhan pursed his lips and cried out until he was laid flat on the bed. He then put his arms around Shan Qihuan's neck and whispered, "Husband."
Shan Qihuan lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips: "Hmm?"
Shen Yuhan licked his lips that had been kissed: "I missed you."
This year was spent in a simple and unpretentious manner, yet it was full of warmth.