Shao Yunxuan walked absent-mindedly in the softly lit corridor.
The mother next to her was chattering and looking forward to the future, she couldn't be happy no matter what.
She was indeed there when Mr. Chu Kong went to the art building. It's just that she's not in the piano room, but looking for her water glass next door. When she heard that piano piece by chance, she was also shocked.
She has learned the piano for so many years, and it's not that she has no musical literacy.
She was so fascinated by what she heard, she even forgot the purpose of her coming, and only two words hovered in her mind: amazing.
At that time, she thought that no one in Kunpeng Middle School could play such a piece except her music teacher. After the song ended, she went to the next door to find someone, but she didn't expect that it was empty. She chased out of the art building without seeing anyone.
What followed was a turning point that was enough to change the destiny of her life.
The next day, the music teacher asked her, "Yunxuan, would you like to be Mr. Chu Kong's disciple?"
Chu Kong is the piano master of the National Symphony Orchestra. He just held a concert in Wucheng a few days ago. Everyone knows that they are music students.
The music teacher asked her excitedly: "You were the one who played the piano in the art building before. Mr. Chu Kong happened to pass by. He really likes that piece of music!"
She knew right away that she was mistaken for someone else, but she couldn't say what she should have denied. She looked at the music teacher's excited and expectant appearance, and thought of the upcoming opportunity to ascend to the sky, she nodded her head in a strange way .
Thus, there was a scene where she and her mother came to Jinjing.
She had practiced this piece in private, and based on her memory at the time, she could barely get a rough idea of it after practicing for several nights, and many places were still very obscure.
In other words, what she played was only the outline, not the soul of the piece.
Shao Yunxuan was so distracted that she accidentally stepped on her old-fashioned long skirt and staggered.
She immediately came back to her senses, facing the caring and expectant eyes of her mother beside her, she became more determined: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely be able to play well next time, and I will definitely become Mr. Chu Kong's apprentice."
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Wei Qin sent Shao Yunxuan's mother and daughter out, and returned to the piano room.
Chu Kong was no longer sitting on the sofa, and was walking slowly towards the central piano.
He took two quick steps, helped him over, touched his stiff and trembling arm, and quickly concealed the regret and bitterness in his heart.
"Sir, are you really going to take Ms. Shao as an apprentice?" The originally harsh person seemed a little casual this time.
Chu Kong looked far and wide. When he walked to the piano, he caressed the keys and pressed down a bass key with his fingertips. The sound of the piano was as persistent and deep as his tone.
"Give her another chance. If it doesn't work, I can only accept Chu Kuo's suggestion..."
This is very helpless, Wei Qin understands.
Mr. Chu once had a disciple who was outstanding at a young age, and was highly appreciated by Mr. Chu Kong.
At that time, everyone in the Starlight Symphony Orchestra thought that she would inherit the mantle of her husband and become the second piano master.
It's just that no one thought that something happened to her, and she would never be able to play a complete piece of music in this life, and bid farewell to the piano stage forever.
Since then, Mr. Chu Kong's temper has become more and more weird. It wasn't until he fell ill and was forced to do nothing that he began to think about accepting apprentices again.
The low hum of the piano continued, and Wei Qin lifted Chu Kong's hand from the keys with distress.
He knew that Mr. Chu could no longer control his hands independently.
"If Miss Shen Yixin didn't have an accident, it would be fine." He finally couldn't control it, and expressed emotion.
Chu Kong froze suddenly, and retracted his trembling hands into his sleeves: "Don't tell her about my illness for the time being."
"But you..."
"Just do as I say. She recently came back from O continent, and she seems to have brought back a lot of new songs. She left me a message before saying that she met a ghost arranger. I really don't know what kind of person can get her Such a compliment." Chu Kong laughed as he spoke, and every time Shen Yixin was mentioned, his attitude was obviously different.
Different from the usual meanness and seriousness, and also different from the politeness he faced Shao Yunxuan just now, his smile came from the heart.
"Miss Shen's vision is naturally trustworthy." Wei Qin also laughed.
"Okay, before I'm in the hospital, find a time to ask her to come over, I have something to tell her."
"Is it about accepting disciples?"
Chu Kong glanced at Wei Qin indifferently, and returned to that mean piano master: "What are you asking so many for! Let's do something!"
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Xiao Qimo woke up at around nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a girl nestled on the sofa holding a novel and reading with gusto.
The sofa was huge, and she looked very small when she was slender and nestled cross-legged in it.
Her hair had grown a little recently, and it was loose and smooth, and some broken hairs fell to her eyes, so she stretched out her hand to tuck the hair behind her ears, revealing the red mole with a faint luster.
The soft and warm light projected over her, and the fluffy hair on her temples added a bit of tenderness to her. When she restrained her alienation and playfulness, she was as quiet as a doll.
Xiao Qimo used a lot of patience to not get up and rush over. In the bottom of his eyes and heart, all burning thoughts are irrational thoughts.
He quietly closed the quilt, as if he was adjusting something.
But a pair of eyes have been staring straight at Lu Mian.
Lu Mian soon noticed the hot eyes, turned her body to look towards the head of the bed, and saw a pair of deep dark eyes, looking at her without any concealment.
The turbulent waves in his eyes were not at all like the gentle gentleman he was when he was wearing glasses.
"you're awake?"
Lu Mian frowned slightly. After taking off his glasses, he was not like the crowd who wore glasses all the year round. His eyes were still sharp and his facial features were more sharp.
But being stared at by such eyes, even a person with a good mentality will have mood swings.
She avoided his gaze and asked shallowly, "Are you not short-sighted?"
Hearing what she said, Xiao Qimo instantly withdrew his scorching gaze, and coughed lightly: "I have a high degree of myopia, I can't see you clearly from here, I can only see your outline."
"Oh." She nodded, just now she always felt that his eyes seemed to eat her, but now she understood, and said lightly, "I don't know, I don't wear glasses."
When she said this, she didn't notice the man on the bed, and slightly curled the corner of her lower lip.
While speaking, Xiao Qimo got up lazily, and his tall figure fell to the ground, instantly making the whole room a little cramped.
Lu Mian also stood up, took the glasses from the bedside table next to her, and handed them to him naturally.
Xiao Qimo said thank you, and his smile deepened.
Until his eyes fell on something on the small tea table, he silently put away his smile.