"Ah! This."
When Han Zhixuan heard her mother ask this question, she was momentarily taken aback.
"What's wrong, Xuanxuan! Mom's asking you, have you learned anything from Master Grus?"
Oh, yes.
Honestly, Han Zhixuan really learned a lot of good things from Master Grus during the two or three months she spent abroad.
What she has learned, the musical knowledge she has acquired, is half of what she has gained over the years.
"Really, Xuanxuan? Then tell Mommy what you've learned from the master."
"Hmm!" Han Zhixuan thought for a moment, and then told her mother about some of the knowledge she had learned from Master Grus.
It must be said that what Master Gross taught was very useful.
So even Han Zhixuan's mother was very surprised after hearing what her daughter said.
...
The mother and daughter talked for about half an hour.
Her mother was overjoyed: "Xuanxuan, you've learned so much from following the master, it's all worth it for everything your father and I have done."
"Yes, Mom! Master Grus is really amazing. He told me a lot of things and knowledge that I had never known before."
"only!"
As Han Zhixuan spoke, she suddenly thought of Wang Qingge and everything about Wang Qingge.
He was the one who captivated her with just one song.
Before she met Wang Qingge, Master Gross was a sacred and inviolable figure in her heart.
But after she met Wang Qingge, learned that he could play the piano, and listened to his original piano piece "Night No. 5", she was deeply moved.
She then realized what a true master was, and what a true piano genius was.
Compared to Wang Qingge, even Master Grus is no match for him.
Before she met him, Han Zhixuan truly treasured everything she learned from Master Grus.
But when she met Wang Qingge, heard his music, and was taught by him, she...
She then realized that the most useful teachings came from Master Gross.
It's completely incomparable to what Wang Qingge taught.
Even though she had some of what Master Gross taught her, she felt like she didn't really have anything to offer.
"Xuanxuan, what is it?"
After hearing that she only said two words and then stopped talking, her mother pressed her for more information.
Han Zhixuan then snapped out of her daze. "Oh, Mom, it's nothing. I'm sorry, I was just spacing out."
"Xuanxuan, you really are something. Is it because the master's teachings are too profound that you're getting distracted?"
Her mother thought that the master's teachings were too profound, which caused Han Zhixuan to lose focus.
Han Zhixuan was indeed distracted, but it had absolutely nothing to do with that so-called master.
She didn't want to explain anything, after all, she couldn't very well tell Han Zhixuan to her mother that she had a friend who was even more amazing than the master, could she?
Even if she told her, her mother definitely wouldn't believe her; she might even think she had a fever.
Therefore, in situations like this, it's best not to say anything.
Han Zhixuan's mother was just too happy tonight.
Therefore, I am very eager to see how my daughter has progressed in her studies during this period.
"Xuanxuan! Since you've learned a lot from Master Grus, why don't you play a piece for Mom right now?"
"Let Mom take a good look at your grades lately. How have they been?"
"Ah! Mom, maybe we should just forget about it." Han Zhixuan instinctively refused when she heard this.
Ever since she heard Wang Qingge's Piano No. 5, she didn't want to play any other pieces anymore.
I have no interest in playing those pieces anymore, because they are worlds apart from the Piano No. 5 of the Night.
"Xuanxuan, what's wrong with you! All I asked you to do was play a piece for Mom."
“What’s there to be embarrassed about! How would your mother know how well you’ve been learning from the master if you don’t play?”
"But Mom!" Han Zhixuan wanted to refuse again, because she really couldn't play those so-called pieces.
"Okay, baby, just listen to Mom play a piece, let Mom see how much you've improved lately."
Seeing that her mother so desperately wanted her to play a piece, Han Zhixuan felt too embarrassed to refuse again.
After all, the two had just broken the ice and resolved their long-standing misunderstandings; how could she refuse her mother at this time?
So she finally agreed readily: "Okay, Mom, but it's a deal, I'll only play one song."
"Okay, just one song."
"Let's go upstairs, Mom."
...
Soon, the mother and daughter went upstairs, and Han Zhixuan sat on the piano.
Her mother sat to the side, watching her daughter with a happy expression, looking forward to her performance.
"Mom, I'm starting now. This is the famous piece by the master Grus, 'The Night Is Quiet'."
"Um!"
After saying that, Han Zhixuan immediately started playing. As her fingers pressed down rhythmically, notes came one by one from the piano keys.
Her mother closed her eyes and listened with great interest, starting with this simple thing.
Han Zhixuan's mother knew that her daughter had made great progress, so she was really happy.
But before she could be happy for long, an accident happened.
The piece that was being played perfectly suddenly became chaotic.
Upon hearing this, Han Zhixuan's mother was startled and immediately opened her eyes.
However, Han Zhixuan's playing became increasingly chaotic, and in the end, she even played the wrong steps.
"Xuanxuan, stop! Stop now!"
Seeing this, Han Zhixuan's mother quickly told her to stop.
"Xuanxuan, what's wrong with you? Why can't you even play a piece of music properly? Is this all you've learned in the past few months?"
At this moment, her mother was truly heartbroken, because she never expected things to turn out this way.
She had always hoped that her daughter would achieve something, but she never expected it to end like this.
"Mom, I'm sorry!" Han Zhixuan felt very guilty, because she was truly remorseful, except for Wang Qingge's song.
She couldn't play any other pieces; whenever she played the piano, her mind was filled with Wang Qingge's music.
She was already trying her best to control herself and not think about Wang Qingge's song.
But in the end, she found that she couldn't do it no matter how much she tried to restrain herself.
My mind is still filled with Wang Qingge's Piano No. 5 for the Night.
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