Because this beautiful piece of music, this divine song destined to be passed down through the ages, wasn't composed by Gross?
How can you expect her to believe, how can you expect her to dare to believe, that this piece of music wasn't composed by a master?
Han Zhixuan's mother could not believe or accept any of this.
In her mind, only those masters could create a truly fitting piece of music.
Otherwise, she would find it hard to believe all of this.
"Xuanxuan, are you joking with Mommy?"
"Xuanxuan! Stop teasing Mom, okay?"
Unable to believe it all, she could only hope that Han Zhixuan was just joking with her.
But is that even possible? Would Han Zhixuan joke about such a serious issue with her mother?
"Mom, I'm telling the truth. This Nocturne No. 5 really wasn't composed by Maestro Gross."
Han Zhixuan, in a very clear manner, told her mother again.
"Really?"
"Well, Mom, why would I lie to you about something like this?"
Seeing her daughter's serious expression, her mother knew that she probably wasn't lying to her.
But it's a little hard to accept that this piece wasn't composed by Gross.
After a short while, her mother finally came to her senses.
Coming to her senses, she continued to seek confirmation from Han Zhixuan.
"Xuanxuan, tell me quickly, who composed this piece? And why do you know it?"
"Mom, this piece of music is, yes."
Han Zhixuan originally wanted to tell her mother directly that it was Wang Qingge who composed the music, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't quite say them.
Seeing that Han Zhixuan seemed hesitant to speak, her mother continued to press her for answers.
"Xuanxuan, tell me quickly! If this piece wasn't composed by Master Gross, then who composed it?"
"Is it a professor or a musician?"
"Mom, no! This piece was composed by Wang Qingge."
"who?"
Han Zhixuan finally spoke up, but her mother was dumbfounded because she had no idea who the person she was talking about was.
"Wang Qingge, who is Wang Qingge? Xuanxuan."
"What does he do? Which university is he a professor at?"
Her mother subconsciously assumed that Wang Qingge must be a musician or a professor.
Otherwise, how could someone have created such a masterpiece as Piano No. 5 for the Night?
But Han Zhixuan's next answer was another slap in the face to her mother.
"Mom, what are you talking about? No, Wang Qingge is not a professor."
"No, then tell me quickly, who exactly is this Wang Qingge?"
"He, he... I'd say he's my friend."
Han Zhixuan said the last sentence in a low voice.
"Your friend, or just considered one?"
When Han Zhixuan's mother heard this, she almost fainted, because she never expected that the person who created this piece of music was...
Since they're just his daughter's friends, no, they can't be considered true friends.
We're just friends, meaning we have a very ordinary, casual friendship.
How could this not surprise her? Okay, friends it is.
"Xuanxuan, how old is your friend?"
"How old?" Han Zhixuan was a little confused as to why her mother asked her age, but she still answered.
"He's probably about my age! He's not that old either."
"What? About the same age as you, in your early twenties? Xuanxuan, are you kidding me?"
This time, her mother really couldn't take it anymore.
This piece isn't by Maestro Gross, and even if it were by an ordinary friend, she could barely accept it.
But what are you saying now? You're saying your friend is only in her twenties, which is something her mother absolutely cannot accept.
If Han Zhixuan said that Wang Qingge was thirty or forty years old, she could accept it.
However, it would be extremely difficult for her to accept someone who is only in their twenties, for reasons why.
Because, in Han Zhixuan's mother's eyes, how could someone in their twenties possibly create such a good piece of music?
How could such a masterpiece be created, one that will be remembered for generations to come?
People in their twenties, let alone creating such classic hits, probably haven't even fully learned their musical knowledge yet.
Just like Han Zhixuan now, there are definitely many people in their twenties who don't fully understand music knowledge yet.
Some of them are even just starting to learn and get acquainted with music.
But now you've gone and said that someone in their twenties has created a masterpiece like "Piano No. 5 of the Night".
Even if there really is such a genius, Han Zhixuan's mother...
It's also hard to believe that the other person could actually create a masterpiece like Piano Nocturne No. 5.
It must be said that Han Zhixuan's mother's point of view is absolutely correct.
Indeed, very few people in their twenties can compose music.
Even if it does exist, it wouldn't have much impact.
Wang Qingge also thought it was impossible, but he had a system, so he could always do things unexpectedly.
...
Han Zhixuan's reaction was so strong after seeing her mother and hearing that Wang Qingge was about the same age as her.
She got a little anxious: "Mom, I'm telling the truth. This piece really was composed by Wang Qingge."
"You have to believe me! I have no reason to lie to you about something like this."
“Xuanxuan, Mom knows you would never lie to Mom, but others might lie to you.”
"Mom, what do you mean by that?"
Han Zhixuan was stunned when she heard this.
"Xuanxuan, haven't I made myself clear enough? You might have been deceived."
"You said this piece was composed by your friend, Wang Qingge, right?"
"Xuanxuan, stop being silly. Use your brain and you'll know that this is completely impossible."
"He's only in his twenties, do you really believe he composed this piece?"
When Han Zhixuan heard her mother say such things about Wang Qingge, she also strongly objected.
"But Mom, he really taught me this piece. If he didn't compose it, who else could it be?"
Han Zhixuan's words made her mother even more justified.
"Whoever said he taught you that piece of music must have composed it."
"Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"Isn't it possible that he learned this piece from someone else, or that he plagiarized it?"
"And then, shall I teach you?"
“Xuanxuan, don’t be silly. Even if he didn’t copy this song, he could have learned it from someone else.”
"Or maybe he learned it from his elders, or maybe his elders taught him and then he taught you."
"In short, no matter what, I can guarantee that this piece of music could not possibly have been composed by him."
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