Han Zhixuan's mother simply refused to believe that the piano piece No. 5 of the Night was composed by Wang Qingge.
In her opinion, how could Wang Qingge, who is so young, possibly compose such a classic piece?
Such a piece of music would be very difficult even for Wang Qingge herself, let alone Wang Qingge.
No, it should be said that even she herself couldn't create it.
Who is she? She's a piano professor, from a family of pianists, and even she couldn't compose a piece like that.
Today, someone told her that this was created by someone in their twenties, who are they trying to fool?
Therefore, in Han Zhixuan's mother's eyes, this piano piece, Nocturne No. 5, is...
Either Wang Qingge learned it from someone else, or he plagiarized someone else's work.
In short, whatever the reason, as long as she didn't see it with her own eyes, she would absolutely not believe such an absurd lie.
...
Han Zhixuan was also stumped by her mother's words.
She was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute him.
Because what her mother said made some sense; it was very likely that Wang Qingge had learned the tune from someone else.
Then, unintentionally, I taught her.
But is that really the truth? Han Zhixuan truly believed it.
Wang Qingge learned this piece from someone else; he didn't compose it himself.
The moment her thought crossed her mind, she dismissed it herself.
Han Zhixuan believed that Wang Qingge composed the piece herself.
No matter how much others doubt, Han Zhixuan will always believe that the song was composed by Wang Qingge herself.
Because she had already met him, she already knew him well.
The other party not only created the Nocturne No. 5, but also far surpassed others in the field of musical piano.
She only spent one night learning piano from Wang Qingge.
But she knew that the other person's knowledge of piano and music was beyond the comprehension of others.
In this respect, Han Zhixuan dares to say that even her mother and Master Grus cannot compare to Wang Qingge.
In this situation, she absolutely disagreed with her mother's statement that the Piano No. 5 of the Night was not composed by Wang Qingge.
...
After confirming her own thoughts, Han Zhixuan spoke to her mother with the same serious expression.
"Mom, I believe this piece was composed by my friend, no matter what you say."
"But I just believe that he composed this piece."
"Xuanxuan!"
Her mother became anxious because she was genuinely worried that her daughter would be scammed.
Faced with her daughter's situation, she didn't know what to do for a moment.
After thinking about it, her mother finally had an idea.
"Xuanxuan, since you're so sure that this piece was composed by your friend, then it's simple, just find him tomorrow."
“Let’s ask him directly. If he really composed this piece, then Mom will apologize to you, okay?”
"Oh, bringing him here, Mom, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Han Zhixuan was in a dilemma after hearing her mother's words.
"What's wrong, Xuanxuan? Don't you believe this piece was composed by your friend? Then why don't you dare bring him here so we can confront him face to face?"
"Or is it that you're scared, Xuanxuan, that this piece of music really wasn't composed by your friend?"
"Mom, what are you saying? I just think it's a bit abrupt to bring people here like this."
Actually, Han Zhixuan's mother had a purpose in asking her to bring Wang Qingge over tomorrow.
Because these people happen to be holding a music exchange event tomorrow.
That's why Han Zhixuan's mother wanted her to bring Wang Qingge over.
Wasn't it said that he composed Piano No. 5 for the Night? If so, his piano skills must be pretty good too.
Tomorrow, with all the musicians in attendance, let's let Wang Qingge show off her skills.
If he truly had that ability, he wouldn't have backed down.
When the time comes, won't it be clear whether he composed the Piano Concerto No. 5 of the Night?
But if one's reputation is undeserved, then one will only be asking for trouble.
Hearing Han Zhixuan say that suddenly calling someone over would be a bit abrupt, her mother quickly added.
"Xuanxuan, don't worry! We're having a music exchange party at Yunding Mountain Villa tomorrow."
"Didn't you say that the piece was composed by your friend? Then there's nothing wrong with inviting him to the music exchange, right?"
"Oh! Mom, do we really need to do this?"
When Han Zhixuan heard her mother's purpose, she immediately became worried.
But her mother had already made up her mind; she had to see this person tomorrow.
“Xuanxuan, this is absolutely necessary. If you still believe that the music was composed by your friend, then call him over.”
"Of course, if you yourself don't believe that the music was composed by your friend, then there's no need to say anything more."
Seeing that her mother still said the same thing, Han Zhixuan had no other choice but to agree.
"Alright! I'll call him over tomorrow."
"Uh-huh!"
After Han Zhixuan agreed, her mother finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, she immediately added, "Xuanxuan, since you're inviting them tomorrow, you should contact them now."
"If we don't contact them now, what if they need something tomorrow?"
"Mom, let's talk about it tomorrow! It's so late already." Han Zhixuan said with slight dissatisfaction.
"It's not too late, you can just send him a message. Or do you not even have his contact information?"
Han Zhixuan was genuinely upset and couldn't argue with her mother, so she had no choice but to comply and sent a message to Wang Qingge on her phone.
Seeing this, her mother finally calmed down a bit: "Xuanxuan, I was a little impulsive when I spoke just now, don't take it to heart."
"Mom, I really love you."
"Yes! Mom, I know."
Han Zhixuan was naturally aware that everything her mother did was for her sake.
She was just worried that she would be scammed, that's why she acted this way.
Han Zhixuan believed that the misunderstanding would be cleared up in time.
Therefore, the mother and daughter hugged each other tightly again.
...
On the other side, after Wang Qingge cooked noodles for Vivian Hsu, he finally returned to his room to rest.
But just then, he received a message from Han Zhixuan, asking if he was free to attend a party the next day.
After seeing the message, he did not reply immediately, deciding to see how things went tomorrow.
But Wang Qingge was unaware that a conspiracy specifically targeting him had quietly begun to unfold.
And so, with a peaceful smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep and into his dreams.
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