Second sheet music
Qiao Tian pinched the top of the registration paper with two fingers and swung the paper in the air twice. Her gaze passed through the side of the paper and fell on Tang Xi in front of her. The dim lights in the bar made it impossible for them to see each other's expressions.
Yes, Tang Xi left home and went to the bar.
Qiao Tian is her classmate. Her biggest hobby is hanging out in Yueyong Bar listening to music and occasionally going on stage to sing.
The bar owner is a very enthusiastic older sister. The biggest feature of the bar is not the two minors, but the fact that there is no fixed band or singer on the stage. As long as you want to go on stage and sing, as long as you dare to sing, you will get a lot of encouragement and applause even if you are tone-deaf.
Tang Xi met Qiao Tian's gaze, and a sense of guilt inexplicably arose in his heart: "I'm sorry."
Qiao Tian had a strange expression on her face: "Why are you saying sorry to me?"
Tang Xi was still deciding her words when Qiao Tian took a deep breath and, pressing her shoulders, spoke like a machine gun. "Xi, you've been mentally preparing for half a month just to tell your mom today that you didn't want to participate in the piano competition but wanted to participate in the pop music competition held at the same time. But you backed off before she even opened her mouth. It wasn't me."
When Tang Xi thought of Qiao Tian's companionship and encouragement, she felt even more guilty. She almost buried her head in her chest, and the word "I'm sorry" came out of her dry throat again.
Qiao Tian took another deep breath and slapped his chest several times: "You are really going to piss me off to death."
Tang Xi took out the money from his pocket, carefully raised his head and said tentatively: "I really know I was wrong. How about I buy you a drink as an apology?"
Her deliberately flattering words didn't get the expected result. Her friend snatched the red banknote from her hand and shook her head vigorously twice again: "Who taught you that? You didn't even explain the situation clearly first, and you just give in and apologize without caring about anything?"
Tang Xi was puzzled. Qiao Tian's temper was obviously much better than her mother's, so why did her apology have no effect?
Could it be that Qiao Tian felt that she was insulting her with money?
She wanted to continue apologizing, but she felt that if she said "I'm sorry" again, Qiao Tian would probably flip the table and start cursing.
She thought about it and felt that she was really helpless. She could only sit there blankly and imagine all kinds of things in her mind -
The next second, Qiao Tian might raise the banknotes in his hand and shout angrily,
"You actually tried to insult me with money. We can absolutely not be friends. From today on, we're on our own terms."
or.
She would look at her coldly like a mother, with disappointment that could not be ignored in her eyes, and would say nothing, just turn and leave.
However, none of the scenes she expected happened.
Qiao Tian didn't throw the money, nor did he turn around and leave.
She stuffed the money back into its place, her face full of disappointment. "If you normally buy me a drink, I'll never refuse, but if you're thinking of using this as an apology, I don't think it's necessary."
"So, we're not friends anymore, are we?"
Tang Xi pursed her lower lip and spoke cautiously.
Qiao Tian felt that if doubts could be materialized, there would definitely be three huge question marks above her head. Unfortunately, question marks do not appear in the real world. The only way she could express her emotions at the moment was to make an "ah" sound from her throat.
Tang Xi seemed perceptive again at this moment, and asked happily: "So we are still friends?"
"Of course we are still friends!" She resisted the urge to scream and simply stated the fact.
Tang Xi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said "oh".
Qiao Tian narrowed her eyes and asked, "Just say whatever you want to say. Don't hide it."
She was about to shake her head and say nothing, but her friend predicted her move and sneered.
She narrowed her eyes and said something almost threatening: "If you choose to hide it now, I promise I will definitely be angry."
In fact, she still doesn't quite understand what Qiao Tian's purpose is. She always feels that if people always speak out their true feelings, they will only gain greater anger.
At least, that's how it was in her family.
Whenever her mother asked her to learn the piano, or expressed that she didn't want to, her mother would start a long lecture within three seconds.
"If you don't practice piano now, you'll become like Tang Guangyao in the future." And so on.
Tang Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with her father, but her mother really scolded both of them with just one sentence.
But the solution to the conflict was very simple. As long as she showed less reluctance and did whatever her mother said, all the disputes would disappear before they even showed any signs.
It was even easier to make his father not angry. He never spoke harshly to her, but patiently told her all kinds of truths. As long as she nodded in agreement with him, he would immediately take out a stack of banknotes as a reward, and finally pat her on the head.
"Xixi, you really are daddy's sweet little cotton-padded jacket."
Qiao Tian was completely different. From the first day they met, she knew how to turn her world upside down.
Qiao Tian believes that when facing a true friend, one should express one's true thoughts. Even if what she says may not be right, she will not get angry for no reason.
Tang Xi pondered for a moment and decided to follow Qiao Tian's 'rules': "I just feel a little sorry for you."
Qiao Tian uttered another confused "Ah" and frowned as she asked, "What are you sorry for?"
Tang Xi turned away, his voice becoming softer and softer, and Qiao Tian had to lean closer to hear clearly: "You encouraged me, accompanied me, and taught me how to play the guitar. I always feel sorry for you if I don't participate in the competition."
Qiao Tian grabbed her hair with both hands, showing a rare expression of collapse: "I don't know what you imagined, but the conclusion you came to is completely wrong!!!"
She exhaled, put her hands on her shoulders and shook them twice. "Of course, I definitely hope you can compete with me. You don't have to doubt that."
Tang Xi pursed her lips: "So, you won't be angry because I didn't tell my mother about this?"
Qiao Tian rolled her eyes almost to the sky: "Of course not, you are my friend, not my slave. If you really don't want to be with me, I will respect your choice. I will only be angry about one thing, that is, you clearly want to go, but you still dare not take the last step."
"besides........."
Qiao Tian paused for a moment, feeling that she had to make things clear to prevent Tang Xi from overthinking things. She put one hand on her waist and said seriously,
"No matter what choice you make in the end, I don't think it will affect my life or my decisions. You'll have to bear your own regrets, so if you really want to say 'sorry' for your cowardice, the person you should say it to is the person in the mirror, not me."
Tang Xi felt her throat dry, she twirled her ponytail with her fingers, and lowered her head in shame.
Qiao Tian relaxed his expression, moved his stool closer to Tang Xi, opened his arms and gave his friend a huge hug.
She patted her back twice and blew a breath of warm air into her ear: "Okay, stop wasting time and energy. Tell me why you couldn't say it today."
Tang Xi and Qiao Tian sat at the bar and ordered a glass of sparkling drink each. She drank while talking about what had just happened.
Qiao Tian put her hand on her chin and concluded: "You are afraid that your mother will be angry and your father will be disappointed, so you choose to retreat."
Tang Xi said aggrievedly: "I don't think I'm backing down. I just don't want to make her angry and make Dad feel embarrassed."
Qiao Tian stretched out a finger and shook it: "You didn't say anything, how do you know she will be angry about your participation in the pop music competition?"
Tang Xi laughed bitterly. "You don't understand my mother at all. She cares more about whether I work hard at the piano than me. If I say I don't want to...she will definitely have a million-word long speech waiting for me."
Qiao Tian had a strange expression on her face: "Will your mother beat you?"
Tang Xi shook his head and said doubtfully: "She never hits anyone, she just speaks too harshly."
Qiao Tian reached out and patted her shoulders twice: "Hey, it's not like I haven't seen your mother before. I don't think she's like you think. But your father... hehe."
In Tang Xi's memory, the first time her friend saw her mother was also their first meeting.
*
Tang Xi and Qiao Tian's school is different from other schools. Each grade is divided into two departments. Although it is a private school, you can't just come in to study there if you have money. You have to take very strict assessments, and they are not limited to academic subjects.
The department she was in was one of those places that "required both." Although academic performance wasn't too demanding, it wasn't a requirement either. She also had to add a specialty related to classical music.
My father called this,
"Alice, this is what is called elite education."
After graduation, a small number of students in the department will choose to apply to domestic art universities. Most students - their parents have already selected high-quality universities suitable for their children all over the world.
At the same time, this high school is also the alma mater of Tang Xi's father.
Her father is a very famous and talented pianist. He became world-famous with 'Question' when he was a teenager. Even in this school full of talented people, he can still be ranked among the top on the wall of honor.
As the daughter of a musical genius, Tang Xi started learning piano at the age of six. Cultural subjects were compulsory for her family of scholarly origin, so the entrance examination was not difficult for her.
Qiao Tian was completely different. In the words of her teacher, her grades were average and her talent in classical music was mediocre. If her parents had not donated two buildings, she would never have been able to enter this school. She was lucky enough to be in the same class with Tang Guangyao's daughter.
They were not friends who hit it off right away. On the first day of school, before they even noticed each other, Qiao Tian's parents came up to greet her parents.
Qiao Tian's father was wearing an expensive but ill-fitting suit, and his protruding belly was very impressive.
Her mother was carrying an Hermès bag, deliberately revealing the logo so that everyone could notice it, and she would occasionally play with her hair, afraid that others would not see the emerald that could be seen on her earlobe.
The couple, standing far away, raised their hands and waved twice, their voices louder than a saxophone played at full force: "You must be Mr. Tang Guangyao!"
Tang Guangyao had a smile on his face, but he didn't take a step forward. Instead, he stood there motionless.
The mother had no expression on her face as usual. Not to mention Qiao Tian's parents, her eyes would rather fall on the distant trees and she was reluctant to share anything with them, the father and daughter.
Mr. Qiao seemed to find Tang Guangyao more difficult to get along with. He slapped Mrs. Qiao on the back and muttered something in her ear.
Qiao's mother immediately understood and extended her left hand, which was adorned with five rings, to her mother: "Hello, Madam Tang. I am the mother of your daughter's future classmate, Qiao Tian."
At that time, the word "finished" popped up in Tang Xi's mind. His mother was much more difficult to deal with than his father. He only needed to treat his father with respect, and he would definitely respond with a good face.
But mother...
Ha, her moods are much more unpredictable.
As expected, her mother slowly turned her gaze away from the green trees, showing no intention of holding her hand. Her answer was even more confusing: "Oh."
The woman looked a little embarrassed, but after all, she had been in the business world for many years, so what kind of tough bones had she not chewed? She held back her temper, cursed a few times in her heart, and smiled even more: "Mrs. Tang, I think our daughters will be in the same class in the future, so we should be friends."
My mother's anger always came out of nowhere. She half-closed her eyes and said coldly, "Don't call me Madam Tang."
"Ah? Aren't you Mr. Tang's wife?" The woman seemed a little puzzled.
Mother snorted coldly: "My name is Yu Ji, not Mrs. Tang."
Tang Xi was certain that if his father had not tried to smooth things over, things would have gotten really ugly.
He stepped forward and said helplessly, "Okay, they are Xixi's parents. Don't offend them all, or our daughter will be in trouble."
The mother said nothing and quietly dodged the father's hand that was trying to put his arm around her waist.
My father's smile was a little stiff, but remembering that they were still outside, he just smiled softly and brushed the matter off as if it were a joke: "Please forgive me, my wife has a bad temper."
The man and the woman shook their heads at the same time and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
As the man spoke, he pushed Qiao Tian forward and said, "Mr. Tang, my daughter is just starting to learn piano. I think I'll need your daughter to take care of her in the future."
"Of course. Although my daughter's achievements are not as great as mine, as my daughter, it's only natural for her to help ordinary people." He extended his hand and said with a smile, "Oh, yes, you can call me Louis."
The Qiao couple looked at each other and muttered quietly, "So you're not Tang Guangyao, your last name is Lu?"
He sighed, his expression a bit like, "I really can't help you guys," and said helplessly, "I forgot you haven't come into contact with many great musicians. L-o-u-i-s, that's my English name, and that's what my friends usually call me. In our circle... no one calls me Mr. Tang, everyone calls me Mr. Louis."
The Qiao couple blushed at the same time, and stammered out a strange sound of "Mislu Yishi".
Their pronunciation was very unstandard, but their father generously taught them again, and even very considerately began to popularize the conventional knowledge in the science circle to them.
The Qiao couple were deeply moved and kept praising Mr. Louis as "a very nice person."
He stroked his chin and continued,
"The name Louis has a special meaning. My ancestors were also called this name. He played in the symphony orchestra under the direction of Ludwig van Beethoven. It was for..."
"I know Beethoven." Father Qiao slapped his thigh.
Qiao's mother looked confused. "But I don't know this Ludwig. Judging from his surname, your ancestors were related to him?"
My father paused, shook his head twice, and had a look on his face that said, "I really can't help you." "If it wasn't me you met, you'd be laughed at today. Ludwig van Beethoven isn't three people; it's Beethoven's full name. Remember that."
He patiently explained to the Qiao couple that his mother had disappeared long ago.
Tang Xi felt that his father was a really nice person, unlike his mother, who was so cold and snobbish that it was obvious that she looked down on the Qiao couple.
She looked at her father who was so caring towards others and made up her mind to become like him in the future.
However, Qiao Tian gave a completely different opinion.
She looked at her father with contempt.
"It's really cool."
She looked at Tang Xi again.
"If you're anything like your dad, I'm going to hate you."
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