Flower Rooster
"Hello, Teacher Song!"
"Teacher Song, why aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for someone?"
Song Wennan nodded and looked down at his watch: "I'm waiting for a student. Something happened."
"Hurry up, it's so cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold!"
"Okay, go slowly on your way."
Song Wennan touched his cold cheeks, put on the hat on his clothes, and stepped back a little from the wind.
She was early.
But Zhou Xi hadn't contacted her for a long time, as if they had become two completely non-intersecting parallel lines, which made her feel a little depressed.
"Aunt Song."
Song Wennan's heart skipped a beat, disappointment flashed across his eyes, but was then covered up.
"Here I come, Tongtong!"
"Aunt Song, why don't you go in and wait in such a cold day?"
Zhou Xi followed Song Wennan with a bag on his back.
"I'm glad to see you outside soon. Why do you look thinner? Are you too tired from studying?" Song Wennan touched Zhou Xi's cheek.
"But it's really cold today. It feels like it's going to snow soon."
"How fast the year is almost over."
Song Wennan brought Zhou Xi into the office, and with the heating on, he no longer felt cold.
"Maybe, Aunt Song, the key."
Song Wennan took the key in his hand, which was still warm. He held it tightly and put it in the drawer.
"Have you really decided? Don't you want to think about it anymore?"
"Well, after the New Year's Day show, I won't play it anymore."
The key has been left with Zhou Xi for a long time, and she has never returned it. She just doesn't know how to explain it to Song Wennan.
Song Wennan poured Zhou Xi a cup of hot tea and placed the porcelain cup gently on the table, making a slight noise. "Drink some to get rid of the cold."
"Who can predict what will happen in the future? Don't jump to conclusions easily, even if..."
"Even if you don't choose to play professionally, it's fine to keep it as a hobby. When you grow up, many years later, it will be fun to play it for fun with friends."
Maybe many years later, when everything is calm and you face it calmly, you will have truly let it go.
"Yeah, but I probably won't do that before the college entrance exam. I want to focus on preparing for the exam and get into a good university."
"Okay, okay. Teacher Xu's wish now is probably that you can get into a good university and have a stable job."
Song Wennan took off her coat, revealing a tight black sweater that accentuated her curves. She sat on a chair with her back straight, like a noble black swan.
"Your mother called me a couple of days ago and said she wanted to come over to play, but unfortunately, she's too busy."
To perform on stage, one needs to have a good physique. When Song Wennan was in college, she met Qin Ting, who was studying dance, because she wanted to have a better physique.
Later, after they graduated, they each went to a bigger stage and spent less time together.
Later, as she got older and wanted to start a family, she needed a stable job, so she entered the Children's Palace, and Qin Ting joined her soon after.
In the eyes of parents all over the world, this is probably the best outcome for their unstable careers.
Qin Ting is more career-oriented than her. She often goes out to study and lead performances. Compared with her, she is much more idle. When Zhou Xi was young, she was often the one who took care of him.
She has a child of her own, and she still takes care of little Zhou Xi. Moreover, the two children have company and don't bother her. When she is teaching, the two children stay beside her and listen together. They are very quiet and never make any noise.
"It's normal. My mom is really busy."
Originally, she and Qin Ting had made a bet on whether little Zhou Xi liked piano or dance. Perhaps because he was influenced by his surroundings at a very young age, little Zhou Xi showed great talent in piano, and she won the bet.
She was Zhou Xi's first teacher and also his last teacher.
"How's your study lately?"
"Aunt Song, you adults always talk about the same topic."
Zhou Xi tasted the tea. It was rich in aroma but bitter. His taste buds were covered with it and he could only wait for the sweetness to return. It was quite nice to savor the bitterness carefully.
When I was a kid, I hated this stuff the most. It wasn’t as delicious as the 50-cent carbonated drinks. But now I have learned to appreciate it.
However, we still need to drink carbonated drinks. Life without carbonated drinks would be so boring.
If her stomach is not in good condition, let it adapt. Don't spoil it. The more you spoil it, the more pampered it will become.
“Huff~”
Song Wennan and Zhou Xi turned their heads at the same time. The wind outside was getting stronger, like a low roar. They didn't know when it would be calmed down.
"Hey, we adults don't have the same circle as you young people. Of course, we can only ask about your academic performance and health. Do you think I'm annoying?"
"Aunt Song, you know I don't have any."
Song Wennan held Zhou Xi's hand and said, "I still hope that you can follow your heart, don't put too much pressure on yourself, don't restrict yourself, and live a happier life."
"Well, I'll try my best."
Finally, the bitterness leaves the stage and the sweetness blooms in your mouth, unstoppable.
When she decided to participate in the program, she took time out to go to the hospital to practice piano and take medicine, as no emergencies could occur.
Zhou Xi's hands are not unfamiliar. He practices regularly. According to his habit, he plays a few sets of finger exercises before learning a piece of music.
The music chosen by Meng Qian is not difficult to play, but the difficulty lies in playing the emotions, the haziness and ethereality that are difficult to control.
She remembered that it took her some effort to learn this piece of music. She memorized the music score quickly and her fingers became familiar with the movement of the keys.
But when I was reviewing the lesson with Song Wennan, Song Wennan kept saying that it was not right and the emotion was not there.
She pondered over it all night, and perhaps because the moonlight was particularly bright that night, she got up in the middle of the night to get a feel for it.
The fingers have muscle memory. When a familiar prelude sounds, the fingers react instead of the brain to where the next key will fall.
But she wasn't satisfied, her mind couldn't keep up.
The black and white piano keys felt cold. I didn't know when I stopped, but my fingers had already become sore and stiff.
Zhou Xi lowered his head and shook his fingers. He pinched his little finger, which was the most sensitive, but it had become limp.
I haven't practiced the piano for so long that it's almost useless.
"Sister Zhou, Sister Zhou, we are here!"
Xiao Xiaoyu was outside the door, but she didn't dare to interrupt until she heard the sound from inside finally died down.
"You're here so soon."
Xiao Xiaoyu put her hands behind her back, her neck stretched. "We came early. We heard you were still practicing at the door, so we didn't disturb you. I know people can't be interrupted when they're concentrating, so we asked them to wait. What do you think? Am I the most considerate person?"
“Hmm…”
Xiao Xiaoyu leaned against the upright piano and wiggled her hips: "Sister Zhou, your sweetheart wants to play the piano for a while, okay?"
Zhou Xi gave up his seat: "Go ahead and play, it can exercise the flexibility of your fingers, play more." But then he didn't want to play anymore.
Xiao Xiaoyu sat down, ready for battle, with her back straight, neck stiff, and trying hard to hide her double chin. Her ten claws stretched out like steel, and she stood there not knowing what to do.
Zhou Xi glanced at Xiao Xiaoyu's fingers, a little obsessive-compulsive, took a deep breath, and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't be nervous, relax your fingers naturally, hold them loosely, and imagine holding an egg."
"Okay, little egg, little egg, I love you, you love me, let's play the piano together sweetly!"
Xiao Xiaoyu still felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. Different professions are like different worlds. How could she, a person who sang out of tune and ran to the mountain road eighteen miles away, dare to touch such high-end goods?
Through the light reflected from the piano, she saw that her eyes were as ugly as light bulbs, so contemptuous!
"so……"
Zhou Xi stood behind Xiao Xiaoyu, leaning over, his fingers lightly sweeping across the piano keys.
"do re mi fa sol la si do～"
Xiao Xiaoyu tried it with her hands, and her fingertips felt sore: "Wow, playing the piano still requires some strength!"
"Sister Yu, it's you. You just finished painting. Your hands must be tired!"
Lu Zisheng felt a little restrained when he came in. The classroom was really empty, with only a piano. This reminded him of when he was a child, his mother wanted him to learn some hobbies to show off, so she took him to one interest organization after another.
When he was taking a piano trial lesson, his fingers were moving on the piano, which was very harsh and unpleasant. The teacher immediately shook his head and sighed.
At such a young age, he was deeply hurt by his teacher, which left him with a traumatic impression of this kind of interest organization. No matter what his mother did, he refused to learn anything.
"Well, you don't need the Nine Yin Bone Claw to play the piano. You can do it next time, um, you know."
Xiao Xiaoyu's claws played tricks on Zhou Xi, scratching his down jacket and making a rustling sound. "Hehe, I want to grow my nails and get a beautiful manicure during the winter vacation."
When they finally finished talking, Gao Yuanyuan held out her hand and said, "Here's some food for you!"
Zhou Xi was stunned for a moment, his eyes attracted by a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts: "He ran to the stall at the door again."
"Mmm, it's delicious!"
"It's hot, come on, try it!"
Zhou Xi reached in and it was still hot: "Is your tongue healed?"
"It's almost time to eat. No, it won't affect anything."
"By the way, where's he?"
Gao Yuanyuan understood immediately: "Yes, sleeping in the classroom!"
"Ah?" Zhou Xi bit the candied chestnut and the shell cracked, becoming extremely crispy.
"He said that while we were here, he wanted to find you at the old place and that he would be there later."
"Oh, he should get more sleep, or he might die young."
Lu Zisheng also touched a chestnut, and his hands were shaking with laughter, and the chestnut almost rolled to the ground. "Hey, Sister Zhou, I will definitely pass on your words when the time comes. Yangyang must be so touched that someone still cares about him so much."
"Hmph, you too, be careful, be careful..."
Lu Zisheng saw Gao Yuanyuan's mouth moving, but couldn't hold back any words for a long time, which made him laugh even more: "What are you being careful about?"
"Get a Mediterranean look in advance?" Zhou Xi stared at Lu Zisheng's hair and imagined it, which was quite funny.
The moment Lu Zisheng understood, the chestnut in his hand still couldn't escape the bad fate and fell to the ground dead. He blinked and smiled: "Damn, Sister Zhou, you are so mean. It's terrible, too terrible. I want to leave, leave now!"
"Come on, Miss Xiao, stop playing and get out!" Lu Zisheng didn't want to stay in this cold place for a moment longer.
"All right."
Xiao Xiaoyu reluctantly retracted her claws, wanting to continue playing and smearing some paint on the piano keys. The colorful keys would look so beautiful, wouldn't they?
Zhou Xi suddenly looked up at the ceiling and clearly heard the crisp sound of bones.
Wow, this neck is so fragile. Just like Zhong Yinan butchering a rooster, he grips the broadsword, white in, red out, the rooster's life is in Wuhu.
"Zhou Xi!" Meng Qian, wearing a goose yellow calf-length down jacket with dance training clothes underneath, hurried in.
"What's wrong?"
"I think we should go over it quickly. Teacher Cheng happens to be free. I'll ask her to show us the preliminary results later. Are you free now?"
Teacher Cheng is the rehearsal teacher responsible for all the school's large and small evening parties and is very experienced.
Xiao Xiaoyu had her hair tied up in a bun, and the particularly energetic Meng Qian attracted her attention and smiled, "Beautiful sister, hass hass."
"Uh, Sister Zhou, go ahead, we'll go play later!"
Gao Yuanyuan stopped chewing the chestnuts and hid them behind her back, feeling that it was not appropriate to chew them there at this time.
"good."
"Let's go." Zhou Xi picked up the music score and followed Meng Qian to the art training center.
As soon as Meng Qian left, Xiao Xiaoyu couldn't stop drooling.
"Wow, Meng Qian is so fair! Even without makeup, she can achieve this effect with her bare face!"
"As expected, dancing requires confidence. One must be good-looking to attract everyone's attention. Then ordinary people will become her background, and can only envy, jealousy and hatred."
"Now that the person has left, there's no need to hide." Xiao Xiaoyu easily touched a chestnut.
"She's so thin, her chin is even pointed."
"I heard that dancers can't weigh more than 90 pounds. People like them have to cut out carbs!" Xiao Xiaoyu frowned and bit down hard on the sweet chestnut meat. "The sharp ones are so sharp, it hurts. It's better to have some flesh on it. It feels good to touch."
"Hehe, don't you think so, Yuanyuan?"
Gao Yuanyuan almost spit out chestnuts from her mouth because of Xiao Xiaoyu's obscene expression.
Lu Zisheng would bully honest people whenever he twitched his lips.
——
"A lot of people have been arranging programs recently, so the art center has opened. I heard from them that the primary will also be there."
"piano……"
"It's over there." Meng Qian rushed over with his men, slippery like a loach.
There were only a few small lights on the stage in the art center, so it was a little dark.
"Teacher Cheng will be here at 1:30. We have half an hour."
"Well, let me try the piano first." Zhou Xi nodded and lifted the purple velvet cloth and heavy piano lid covering the piano.
The school was still a little reluctant, so the piano they gave them was not a grand piano.
After rehearsing the student opera, Cheng Xi hurried to the art center. Without any delay, she negotiated with Meng Qian and ran to the middle of the audience in her high heels to watch the two perform.
The phone on his lap was on silent mode, but the messages kept coming, the screen was always on. He held another phone steady with one hand, recording video.
Her heart rate gradually calmed down, and her eyes were fixed on Meng Qian's flowing movements, stretching and extending, soft yet powerful, ready to go.
At the same time, listening to the rhythm of Zhou Xi's piano, the fingers placed on the legs gently beat the beat, rising and falling lightly, accelerating, becoming rapid, making people hold their breath.
“…”
The last few notes...
The slender figure flipped over, turned around, took quick steps forward, stretched out her long arms, slowly crossed them and dropped them on tiptoe to bid farewell.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
A drop of sweat from her forehead hit the shiny floor. Meng Qian stood up suddenly, and the strands of hair by her ears were blown to her face by the wind.
"Go, get down!"
Zhou Xi hunched over, his heart beating loudly and powerfully, making him feel dizzy and nauseous. After a while, he took down the music sheet and closed the lid.
"good."
Meng Qian didn't wear the clothes she had placed in the first row, so she trotted over to Cheng Xi and said, "Teacher!"
"Overall it's okay. There are no major problems with the dance moves and music selection. It's just that Meng Qian, you didn't give enough attention to your chest and waist in these moves. Also, pay attention to your expression and make it more natural. Hey, this smile and eyes, you should go back and practice them in front of the mirror." Cheng Xi put down his phone and stood up to gesture.
"Also, when you do big movements, be careful not to overdo it. Hold back a little. Pay attention to your position on the stage and don't go too far off the stage."
"Yes, teacher."
"Um, um, what's your name?"
"Teacher, my name is Zhou Xi."
"Yes, Zhou Xi, pay attention. There are two places where you two are not in sync. Especially in the climax, the piano is half a beat late. It's very obvious. Xiao Qian, I'll send you the video. You two can work on it more later."
Cheng Xi glanced at his phone: "Are you from the training team? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"No, teacher."
"You play well, why don't you go professional?"
Meng Qian was also confused and looked at Zhou Xi.
"I don't want to play it anymore."
Cheng Xi frowned: "What a pity."
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