Golden Greenery

"Don't talk about this, Zhuo." Raiola was deeply involved in the world, Zhuo Yang took the initiative to bring it up, just stop there. "Tell me about your family, tell me about China, how about it?"

"My family? Don't you know everything? My father is a soldier, my mother is a piano teacher, and my sister is a college student. That's all."

"When will you take me to China? I want to visit General Zhuo and Professor Yang." Look how sweet this old Jianghu is: "We are friends, right? Zhuo."

"Yes, we are friends. Fatty, you are a really nice person." Raiola has helped Zhuo Yang a lot in the past six months, and all of them were free of charge. Lei Feng's spirit shines in Western Europe.

"Zhuo, my friend. Your talent and your talent are like nothing I have ever seen before. You are the most unique young man I have ever seen in the world, and you are also the smartest young man I have ever seen. I, Milo Raiola, am very honored to be your friend." Raiola knew that he could not play falsely in front of Zhuoyang, and the best way was to speak directly.

"My friend, can you tell me why you must insist on finishing college? I believe that with your genius, you can already see that even if you leave Hannover, it will not affect your achievements in piano at all." What Raiola said is true to a certain extent.

"The University of Music is different from other universities. It pays more attention to talent and understanding, and does not insist on observing class schedules. Even if you leave Hannover now, it will hardly affect your piano attainments, let alone your graduation."

"However, football is a meal of youth. One year of playing is one less year. If you miss the best time, you will always be one step behind. But the piano has a long life, and there are many piano masters who are 80 years old."

"And you must understand all this."

"So, Zhuo, my dear friend, I really want to know why you persist like this, and your insistence is a bit unreasonable. Zhuo, can you tell me? Can you tell your friends?"

The hibiscus flowers in the yard are reflected on the paper sliding door. Although her pink face cannot be seen through the paper door, it also makes the fragrance of the flowers more mysterious and persistent. The light music in the izakaya is Hayao Miyazaki's "Castle in the Sky". Although the Japanese are annoying, some of their artistic achievements are also amazing. Zhuo Yang likes this song very much.

He took out the fourth bottle of wine, wiped it dry and filled it again.

"I love piano, and I like the city of Hannover." Zhuo Yang said: "I also like the University of Music. I feel very comfortable in the university. This university is so beautiful that it is so beautiful all year round. In the university There are my friends, and my most respected professor. And, there is...my first love."

"These are all reasons why I don't want to leave. However, the most important thing is that I must not let my father down. I must fulfill my promise to my father, no matter what."

"Football is nothing compared to this promise, piano is nothing."

"I can't let my father be disappointed in me!"

"Castle in the Sky" is still singing, and the cherry blossom branches on the light pink wine bottle are quiet and eye-catching. When you hold the bottle, you are afraid that you will crush the blooming flowers.

Zhuoyang began to tell Raiola the story of himself and his father, and the story slowly flowed. They are all very ordinary things. There are no earth-shattering legends or heroic miracles. They are all things that all fathers can do. In all ordinary stories, Zhuo Yang's father never broke his promise.

Zhuo Yang talked about the little girl he pushed aside for a cantaloupe in kindergarten, and how his father watched him with tears in his eyes as he devoured a not-so-sweet cantaloupe.

Zhuo Tongtong is a little man, just like the fathers of most children, just like Raiola's father.

Raiola thought of his father, a man who didn't have any great skills but was as loving as a father.

Milo Raiola remembered when he was very young, living in the remote countryside of Nocera, Italy. At that time, little Milo was only four years old. At that time, it was the Great Depression throughout Europe.

Italy is the country most affected, and the Campania region where Nocera is located is the most economically backward place in Italy.

In that difficult era, little Milo's father had to go out to do odd jobs every day. At that time, the world was full of men looking for work. Every day, little Milo's father worked two odd jobs and came back late every day, carrying a small bag of potatoes on his weak body. This small bag of potatoes was his father’s daily salary, and it was also the food for Milo and his mother the next day. The potatoes made by his mother were delicious, but little Milo was tired of them.

"Dad, I want to eat meat."

"Okay, Milo. You'll have meat to eat tomorrow night."

"Do you promise? Dad."

"I promise! My little Milo."

The next day, my father came back even later. In addition to a small bag of potatoes, my father also had a piece of beef wrapped in his hand. Little Milo was so happy. His father smiled and watched as he and his mother finished eating the beef, roasted mashed potatoes, and Milo licked the plate clean.

From that day on, little Milo could eat beef mashed potatoes every day, and his father came back later and later until that difficult time passed.

Later, little Milo learned that his father always worked three odd jobs every day in order to let him eat beef.

Raiola, who exists like an emperor in his agency kingdom, bosses everyone around, and everyone is afraid of his domineering light. However, Raiola never spoke loudly to his elderly father. No matter how busy Raiola is, as long as he has even a little bit of free time, he will stay with his father and never get bored listening to the old man telling those fictional stories that he has told countless times.

Father, I want you to be proud of me! Dad, those nights of beef and mashed potatoes were the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life!

Raiola finally truly understood Zhuoyang. They both have a small but great father. They both want their father to be proud of themselves, and they never want to disappoint their father.

"Zhuo, my friend. I support you in completing your studies and will always support you." The two drank the wine in their hands.

"Zhuo, I hope you can give me another temporary authorization." The wine glass was filled again.

"My friend, I am going to organize a personal concert for you."

"Zhuo, in the New Year, you will hold your first concert, your New Year's concert."

"In the New Year, as the organizer, I will invite your father, your mother, and your sister, Miss Zhuo Qiu, to attend your New Year's concert."

"Make your family proud of you. Zhuo, you will succeed, my friend, I firmly believe it!"

Drink it all in one gulp!

The hibiscus flowers are in full bloom under the stars, and the cherry blossoms are fragrant under the dim lights.

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