It's nothing.
It was pretty awkward.
Madam Tang's lips twitched.
Is this pretty young girl Jiang Nian? The Jiang Nian who made a bet to kick her own daughter out of Yingzhong Middle School?
Normally, shouldn't two people be like oil and water? How did they become friends?
Her own daughter even invited them to her home.
"Okay, Mom, I told you to talk less," Tang Qiuya said, her face flushed, and pushed her mother away.
He took Jiang Nian's hand.
"Let's go, Jiang Nian, to my room. Don't mind my mom, she's a chatterbox, don't take what she said earlier to heart."
“I don’t mind,” Jiang Nian glanced at Mrs. Tang, who was scratching her head. “Auntie is quite cute.”
*
Tang Qiuya's room is very large.
The bedroom is decorated in a fresh, princess-style style, and there is even a dedicated music room with a cello in the center.
It's an Italian-imported piano, and the price is probably in the five figures.
Excluding collector-grade instruments, this is already considered a very expensive instrument that ordinary people cannot afford.
Jiang Nian came here today to give Tang Qiuya cello lessons.
With a faint expression, she found a chair, sat down, leaned back, and raised her head.
"Go ahead and do it, I'm listening."
For some reason, Tang Qiuya felt particularly nervous when Jiang Nian sat opposite her.
I was much more nervous than when I was with her cello teacher.
I took several deep breaths before I found my rhythm and began to play.
After finishing the first repetition, she waited anxiously for Jiang Nian's feedback.
"My basic skills are okay; at least I can play a complete piece without making any major mistakes."
"But I'm far from familiar with this piece; there are several problems with the rhythm and pitch."
"Give me your sheet music, and I'll mark the parts you need to practice and pay attention to later."
Tang Qiuya immediately handed the sheet music to Jiang Nian.
Seeing Jiang Nian pick up a pen and draw circles on the paper with her head down, she couldn't help but ask, "Jiang Nian, can I ask you a question?"
"Although I haven't heard you play the cello, your skill level is definitely above mine, and even above my cello teacher."
"But why did you sign up for the instrumental competition, and not the cello but the suona? Don't you like the cello anymore?"
Jiang Nian paused, her hand holding the pen still.
After a long pause, he finally spoke with his eyes lowered.
"...I used to have a friend."
"She loved listening to me play the cello and even joked that if I only played the cello for her, she would be the happiest little girl in the world."
"So, are you really only playing the violin for her now?"
Tang Qiu was somewhat surprised, and inexplicably envious of the friend Jiang Nian mentioned.
Having a good friend like Jiang Nian, and being valued by her so much, is a very happy thing in itself.
No. I will never have the chance to play the violin again.
Tang Qiuyue was taken aback: "What?"
Jiang Nian paused for a moment, her tone calm.
"She died, right in front of me."
Tang Qiuya was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.
After a long pause, he managed to stammer, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I brought up something that hurt you..."
"fine."
Jiang Nian's face was expressionless.
He just kept his head down and continued to highlight the key points for Tang Qiuyue.
After finishing, he handed it to her, his dark eyes calm and unwavering: "This time, when you get to the place I marked for you, concentrate even more. Play it again, and let me hear it."
*
For the next five days, Jiang Nian would go to the Tang family home every evening after school to give Tang Qiuyue special training.
When Jiang Ranran learned that Tang Qiuya had also signed up for the musical instrument competition, she didn't take her seriously at all.
She used to be quite familiar with Tang Qiuyue, and she knew Tang Qiuyue's cello skills all too well; they were only considered above average, and she hadn't practiced much since middle school.
Even if I start practicing again recently for the competition, how much can I improve in just a few days?
She can manage to play simpler pieces, but it's no wonder she makes mistakes when the difficulty level increases.
She couldn't compare to her, who took cello lessons every week after starting high school.
Her mother said that the Qin family had already pulled some strings for them. As long as she didn't make any mistakes during her performance that day, and as long as no one delivered a performance that completely overwhelmed her, she would have no problem winning first place.
Moreover, she has been practicing the piece she will be competing in this year's instrument competition for several months, so she is definitely better than Tang Qiuyue.
Friday afternoon.
"Ranran, I heard that after school today, the whole Class 36 is going to a party venue together. Tang Qiuyue is treating," said Jiang Ranran's follower.
"Why is Tang Qiuyue inviting the whole class to a party? Does she have nothing better to do?" Jiang Ranran asked with disdain.
"Now she's just like Jiang Nian, completely associating with those poor people, without even caring about disgracing the Tang family."
"Isn't Tang Qiuya going to participate in a musical instrument competition next week, just like you?"
“I heard from people in Class 36 that she wanted to play for her classmates at the party venue tonight to test her skills, so that they could be the audience and hear how well she played.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ranran burst out laughing: "Find those people who might not even have a cello as the audience?"
"They don't know anything. What could they possibly hear? Is the Tang family now so poor that they can't even afford a professional cello teacher?"
“That’s right,” Jiang Ranran’s follower chimed in, “It’s probably because the competition is coming up soon, and Tang Qiuya can only find confidence by playing against amateurs.”
Do you know where that party venue they're going to is?
Jiang Ranran proudly raised her chin, "I want to hear what level Tang Qiuya is at now, and what she has to offer me on Monday."
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