Eleventh sheet music
In Tang Xi's eyes, Song Xingchui was a bit rebellious in nature. Most of the time, she was like a lion on the grassland whose thoughts were hard to guess. It was not that she could not pretend to be well-behaved in the zoo, but as long as she was slightly unhappy, her true colors would be revealed in the next second and she would easily eat the enemy alive.
As her friend, Tang Xi had never seen her act condescendingly, nor had she been treated harshly. But now, when she faced her grandmother, she deliberately bent down and lowered her head, just to be careful so that the old lady would not raise her head too high. Tang Xi was sure that this was treatment she had never received before.
She lowered her eyebrows and looked obedient, her voice softened by more than a degree: "Grandma, Mom originally wanted to come with me today, but..."
She pointed at Tang Xi and Qiao Tian with a rather helpless expression, and shook her head, saying, "She herself felt that it was too outrageous to sneak in among us, so she changed her mind and said that she would invite Teacher Yu when she had time. They were two good friends and came together so as not to disturb our young people's gathering."
Grandma held Song Xingchui's hand and patted it twice: "That's right, it's rare for you young people to get together, and she is stuck in the middle and everyone is embarrassed. Hey, little Xingxing, don't talk about them, come here and let grandma see you, you have grown so big in the blink of an eye."
Qiao Tian accepted the fact that her two friends' families might be old acquaintances very quickly, and she digested it in less than three seconds.
She rolled her eyes and found a new way to make fun of it: "Little Star will grow up to be a gorilla. Hahahaha, what a bad pun."
Song Xingchui said angrily, "You know it's rotten, and you still say it."
My grandmother obviously didn't understand the pun and replied seriously, "Stars only look small from a distance. In fact, they are all truly big stars in the universe."
Caregiver Mo was surprised: "So little stars can become big stars in the universe?"
Qiao Tian laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, and Song Xingchui's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky.
Tang Xi was unable to enter into the joyful atmosphere between them. The thoughts in her head were tangled like a tangled headphone cord that could not be untied even when necessary. But the matter was already before her, and even if she wanted to turn a blind eye, she should have known that escaping would only bring everything back to square one.
She looked at Song Xingchui and her grandmother who were already walking towards the sun, and trotted to catch up with them and leave the chilly air-conditioned area. She opened her arms to stop Song Xingchui,
"Wait, Sister Xingchui, I have a question for you!"
Song Xingchui didn't look surprised at all, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to retreat into your turtle shell again."
"I didn't!" Tang Xi wanted to argue, but found that she couldn't find any point to start. She had to admit her mistake, but she was a little unwilling. "Okay, I did, Sister Xingchui. If I don't ask, are you going to never tell me that our mothers were friends?"
Song Xingchui wasn't unhappy, but his tone was clearly less kind than before: "Tang Xi, I told you before you came here that if you want to solve some problems, you have to understand the root cause yourself. Can Tiantian and I stay by your side forever and help you and Teacher Yu to adjust your mother-daughter relationship?"
Her straightforward remark made her suddenly realize that she had just naturally put the blame on others.
She took a step back, almost overwhelmed by guilt, lowered her head and said sincerely, "Sister Xingchui, you are absolutely right. Mom and I have to solve the problem ourselves. I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you."
"Actually, you have reason to be angry." She shrugged. "After all, as a friend, I do have something to hide from you."
She raised her hand and rubbed Tang Xi's head, smiling: "But look now, if we talk it out and understand each other's reasons for thinking this way, the problem will disappear in an instant. How simple!"
Tang Xi stuck out his tongue at her and said half-jokingly, "Disappeared? I'm starting to suspect that my walking into the bar wasn't a coincidence at all, but rather the result of Sister Xingchui's meticulous planning."
Qiao Tian exclaimed, "Could it be the legendary hypnosis?"
Song Xingchui shook his finger and laughed strangely, "No, it's design. The reason why Little Pianist Tang noticed me is entirely because of my superb design skills. Everything else happened naturally."
Tang Xi laughed out loud twice, clenched his fists and waved them in the air: "If we keep talking nonsense, it will be dark soon. Let's get down to business today."
How could Song Xingchui refuse her? He nodded with satisfaction and helped his grandmother to sit in a cooler place. Then he looked at Tang Xi and asked, "Now tell me what you wanted to ask me just now."
Tang Xi spewed out two questions: "Are our mothers really good friends? When did they meet?"
Song Xingchui answered them one by one: "They have been friends since before we were born."
"So early!" Tang Xi looked surprised.
Grandma's expression was a little nostalgic: "Yes, Xiaoji and Duzhou hit it off right away in school. In the blink of an eye, it's been more than 20 years."
Song Xingchui showed a curious expression and approached his grandmother and asked, "Grandma, Mom has always refused to tell me how she and Teacher Yu became good friends. Tang Xi also wants to hear it, so can you tell us?"
Tang Xi and Qiao Tian nodded frantically.
"How else could we have met? Music, of course."
Grandma had a smile on her face and used a few words to describe a fascinating scene.
Their mothers' best instruments were both pianos, but one played the piano and the other the violin.
They were just like Tang Xi and Qiao Tian at that time, and they almost couldn't be friends.
The two were incompatible when they first met, but in a competition where a winner had to be selected, although Song Xingchui's mother lost, she was deeply attracted to Yu Ji, who came in first.
It was also at that time that Yu Ji successfully noticed the music that resonated with her soul. They hit it off immediately, spent all day together studying piano skills, and naturally became best friends.
Song Xingchui held his chin and laughed strangely: "No wonder mom didn't want to tell me, it turns out that I lost the competition to Teacher Yu, tsk tsk."
Grandma laughed out loud. "Their skills are pretty much the same, so there's no way they can really compete. Winning or losing is simply a matter of one of them just happening to be the judges' favorite that day."
What grandma said is not wrong. If the musical attainments are similar, the scoring may indeed be mixed with subjective factors.
Wait, if their mother is a student in a school, and her mother's piano was praised by Teacher Xu, then Sister Xingchui's mother's violin must not be bad. Assuming that she didn't give up the violin for some reason, she would probably be very famous.
Song Xingchui.
A canoe with a violinist.
It's not impossible for Song Xingchui to take his mother's surname, so—Song Duzhou?!
Tang Xi took a deep breath and grabbed Song Xingchui's arm, shaking it vigorously to confirm her guess: "Sister Xingchui, could your mother be the legendary Song Duzhou?"
She originally thought her mother hated the other person, but it turned out that what she thought were accusations while watching TV were just sharp complaints between friends.
Qiao Tian had originally been enjoying herself, but now she clapped her hands on both cheeks and said in horror, "Is this true? That Song Duzhou?"
Song Xingchui touched his chin, feeling a sense of pretense: "Yes, she is the Song Duzhou you are thinking of."
My mother’s best friend is Song Duzhou, whose piano playing is as good as her violin.
There was absolutely no way her piano skills were worse than her father's. The question that she had accidentally heard her piano before and immediately concluded that it was better than her father's, now seemed even less likely to be an illusion.
Her piano skills are even better than her father's, who is known as a piano master.
But why is she now unknown? Even her own daughter doesn't know her true level.
Tang Xi thought that if she didn't like piano and wanted to work in other industries, she could understand it, but she obviously had no other hobbies, and even liked piano very much, and had enough financial support.
Why on earth didn't she continue playing?
Tang Xi didn't come up with an answer for a moment. Qiao Tian looked Song Xingchui up and down again and slowly raised her thumbs up: "Teacher Xu shows us photos of Song Duzhou every day. I never thought that her daughter would be like this..."
Song Xingchui shook his hair and praised himself generously: "Outstanding and unconventional, the disciple is better than the master."
Qiao Tian's thumb turned into a middle finger, but because her grandmother was still there, she quickly stretched her hand behind her and snorted: "Sister Xingchui, what a big melon! It's okay if you hid it from Xixi, but why did you hide it from me?"
Song Xingchui looked helpless: "Will you tell everyone how big your father's company is and how much assets he has?"
"I'm not sick!" said Qiao Tian.
Song Xingchui glared at her: "It's good that you know, Xixi, are you adapting well to the truth?"
Tang Xi didn't even begin to absorb anything. Her body and mind were in a tangle, and she stood there like a piece of wood. Now, let alone understanding her mother better, she just felt that the mystery was getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.
*
They stayed in the garden until about four in the afternoon before helping their grandmother back to the ward.
The old lady seemed a little too tired, her steps a little unsteady, but her face showed no sign of fatigue, and her smile was obviously brighter than before.
Although she was reluctant to see them leave, she also knew that they would eventually part ways. She hid her reluctance and before leaving, she took the initiative to hand the videotape in the drawer to Tang Xi.
"Xiao Xi, the video tape contains footage of your mother playing a musical instrument with Du Zhou during her freshman year of high school. Seeing it with your own eyes will definitely help you understand A Ji. But you have to keep it safe. It's my one and only treasure. I'll be furious if you lose it."
Tang Xi repeatedly assured her, and was almost about to sign and seal it, before her grandmother was willing to let go of the plastic shell.
Song Xingchui waited until the ward door was tightly closed, then turned to look at Tang Xi and asked, "Do you regret not coming earlier?"
yes.
If she had come here earlier, not only would her grandmother not be so lonely, but her relationship with her mother might not have become increasingly tense.
Song Xingchui reached out and tapped her forehead: "Silly Xiaoxi, there's more you can do than just understand what kind of person Teacher Yu is."
Tang Xi blinked twice quickly because of confusion.
She pulled out a wrinkled medical certificate from her pocket and waved it in front of Tang Xi. "Strictly speaking, your choice can help three generations of your family achieve their long-cherished wish."
Unable to contain her curiosity, Qiao Tian leaned over to the front of the diagnosis and examined it carefully. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Patient Lu Yao was diagnosed with major depression due to strong self-destructive tendencies. However, he has shown significant improvement after hospitalization. It was recommended that he be discharged and recuperate at home, which may help his condition. Wait, that was five years ago?!"
Song Xingchui shrugged: "I stole it from my mother's drawer."
Qiao Tian cursed.
Tang Xi stomped his feet hard.
She clenched her fists and became more determined to have a good talk with her mother. Even if she didn't care about herself, she must care about her grandmother.
"Thank you, Sister Xingchui. I know what I should do now."
If someone happened to pass by and saw Tang Xi running out of the mental hospital, they would probably think that she was a patient who escaped.
Is she?
She should have been one of them, but she claimed to be sober and kept shouting,
"I'm not sick!"
In fact, like most people in the world, she was very sick.
*
She completely forgot about her manners and no longer cared about what she did to anger her mother. She simply pushed open her mother's door and stood at the door, panting.
The mother had a book on her knees. Her face wasn't smiling much, and her furrowed brows revealed her unhappiness at the moment. "Tang Xi, didn't I teach you etiquette?"
She wanted to give her mother a hug, but she felt that it was unnecessary at this stage because the resentment in their hearts had not completely disappeared.
But some people shouldn't become victims of their misunderstandings.
She was going to do the right thing.
For the first time, she did not avoid her mother's anger, and looked into her eyes and said word by word,
"You taught me so much, a lot of it was useless, and even more was ridiculously wrong."
Yu Ji felt that his daughter was very different today.
She narrowed her eyes, not hiding her inner displeasure at all, and was about to scold her daughter, but she once again uttered words that she was not expecting.
"I've met my grandmother."
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt panicky.
Was she here to blame her?
Yes, she had reason to hate her, and she deserved it.
What Tang Guangyao said was absolutely right. What was the point of her blaming others? Everything that happened now was the consequence of her wrong choice. She could naturally hate Tang Guangyao, but Tang Xi was innocent.
She is a very bad mother.
When Tang Xi took a step forward, he did not hide his anger at all.
Yu Ji was ready to be sentenced to death. She had never been kind to her and she deserved to be spurned by her daughter. Her nails were almost embedded in her flesh.
But she said something she didn't expect.
She said,
"Mom, let's go pick up grandma tomorrow."
Yu Ji opened his eyes wide,
"Are you crazy?"
*
At the same time, they raised doubts in their hearts.
Who is the real madman?
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