The fourth sheet of music
After singing, Qiao Tian did not rush to jump off the stage. She sat on the edge, swaying her legs left and right, and raised her chin towards Tang Xi.
Although he was in a high position, his expression did not show any arrogance at all, and one could even sense a hint of anticipation.
"Not bad, huh?"
Song Xingchui spoke even faster, clapping his hands together and shouting, "This song may exist in heaven, but only the moon on earth can hear it!"
Qiao Tian was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "Sister Xingchui, I really don't understand whether you are praising me or yourself."
Song Xingchui shook his black hair vigorously and said confidently, "You should be happier when such a perfect person praises you personally."
Qiao Tian stuck out her tongue at her to show her dissatisfaction: "Narcissism."
She didn't want to argue with Song Xingchui, so she turned to look at Tang Xi and pointed out her name directly: "Tang Xi, I don't want to hear Sister Xingchui bragging. Besides, I played it for you in the first place. Tell me quickly, what do you think of my music."
Millions of words of praise suddenly popped up in Tang Xi's mind, but if they were converted into words that could be spoken out loud, they seemed somewhat abstract. She picked and chose for a long time, but felt that they were not enough to express her feelings at the moment.
So he pursed his lips and whispered, "Very good."
"Very good?" Qiao Tian raised his voice.
Tang Xi nodded repeatedly, and to make her words more credible, she added two more words: "It's really good!"
Qiao Tian took a deep breath and jumped off the stage as quickly and decisively as she had just walked on. She placed her hands on Tang Xi's shoulders and breathed back the oxygen she had just exhaled. Otherwise, due to lack of oxygen and high blood pressure, she would have fainted on the ground.
"Tang Xi, did you cheat on your high score in the Chinese language test? Or are you just trying to fool me?"
Tang Xi understood the hidden meaning behind Qiao Tian's words after a little thought, so he didn't say something strange like "I did all the Chinese test papers by myself".
She turned her flushed cheeks away, her voice even lower than before: "I'm not being perfunctory with you. I just feel that no matter what words of praise I use, they are not enough to describe the shock I felt when I heard it. Did you write the music and lyrics yourself?"
"Of course." Qiao Tian puffed out her chest proudly. "Oh, actually, this isn't the complete version yet."
“It’s already impressive.”
Tang Xi said.
"There are even more powerful ones!"
Qiao Tian picked up the schoolbag that was thrown aside and rummaged through it, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. The musical notes were drawn crookedly and had been corrected several times. On the back were written in large letters: "Go to XX Pharmacy with your ID card to get eggs."
She didn't think there was anything wrong at all. Pointing to a few passages, she said, "I think adding a piano variation here and here might make it more layered."
Integrating piano into guitar?
Tang Xi subconsciously thought that this might be a bit strange, but after thinking about it carefully, the extreme abstraction of Yueyong Bar can achieve harmony. They are both musical instruments, so why must they be incompatible?
Tang Xi licked his lips, a hint of expectation in his eyes: "I think that will be a great innovation."
Qiao Tian slapped her thigh and said excitedly: "Ahhh, I thought you were a little old-fashioned who only knew how to play the piano. I didn't expect you to recognize me."
Tang Xi said helplessly: "I'm not a conservative."
Qiao Tian chuckled and patted her shoulders twice: "If I had known that you could understand me, I would definitely not have such a big prejudice against you."
"Tian, you are just a wise man after the event, you are talking nonsense." Song Xingchui said bluntly.
They chatted a lot more. Tang Xi didn't expect that Song Xingchui's boasting of being a "great musician" was not false. She was a real talent. Not only was she well-known in the pop music circle, she also had some knowledge of violin. The three of them had the same views on music.
Tang Xi sighed, "It would be great if I could have a chance to try out your idea."
Qiao Tian shrugged. "I'd love to try, but there's no piano at Yuechong Bar, and no guitars at home or school. To put it bluntly, I don't have the money to do it."
Tang Xi looked strange: "You are still short of money."
Qiao Tian laughed out loud. "My family's financial situation is just like your father's reputation. It's a secret known to everyone in the school: 'Qiao Tian's parents spent a fortune to get her into the classical music class!' But that's also where my troubles come from."
Tang Xi blinked and replied, "You're worried about having too much money and don't know what kind of recording studio to buy?"
Song Xingchui raised his hand to add to the confusion: "Xi, what you said is not worry, it's showing off."
Qiao Tian rolled her eyes: "My family is indeed very rich, but that has nothing to do with me."
She spread her hands and spoke frankly about her troubles: "My parents tried so hard to make me a 'class person'. Pop music is just not something they like, so I can only sneak out to play guitar. If it weren't for Sister Xingchui's kindness and beauty, I wouldn't even have the chance to touch the guitar strings now."
She spoke in a cheerful tone about how they met, how she got the opportunity to learn guitar, and how she successfully wrote her first song.
Tang Xi's fingers rubbed back and forth on the rough music score, listening carefully to every word Qiao Tian said.
That’s great.
Her thoughts are as free as her music. Even if she knows there is a risk of falling, she will still rush through the storm without hesitation.
*
Later, Tang Xi and Qiao Tian met in the bar every few days. The three years of high school were enough for them to become close friends.
Although both of their families are quite strict, their fathers became partners by "chance", so as long as they are together, their families will not ask too many questions.
So, without anyone in the family knowing, the two girls were secretly eyeing the pop music competition.
What a coincidence, it happened to coincide with the piano competition held this year.
Qiao Tian had thought clearly and had already decided to go ahead without hesitation. No matter if her parents objected, she had to pursue her true love. As for telling her in advance? She felt that would only waste her preparation time.
Tang Xi still wanted to inform his parents in advance, but half a year passed and he still couldn't successfully tell his parents his true thoughts.
She didn't even understand what she was supposed to sing on stage.
She had previously tried to write music at her mother's behest.
At first, she described herself as a 'composing genius'.
She didn't want to show it directly to her mother who knew nothing about it, but planned to let her father, who was also a musical genius, appreciate it.
However, he only took a quick glance, his brows furrowed tightly, he hesitated for a moment, and finally let out a breath.
He chuckled and shook his head.
"Xixi, you are still young. Some things cannot be rushed."
If her father couldn't understand her music, how could her mother understand it? She didn't want to be bullied by her mother who didn't understand music.
Later, when her mother reached out to ask for her work, she just shook her head and said,
“I can’t write it.”
The mother just answered her,
“If you can’t write it, then you can’t write it.”
From that day on, she was certain that she had no talent to be a musician.
Yes.
Even though everyone calls her a genius girl, she still feels that she has no talent.
She knew very well that all the reasons why she deserved to be called a "genius" were because when other children were playing in the mud, her mother had already started forcing her to practice the piano.
And told her over and over again,
"You are luckier than me, so you will definitely become a real pianist, a better pianist than me."
Tang Xi never felt that it was difficult to surpass her mother, because if her mother had talent, why didn't she play it herself?
In any case, she more or less inherited her father's genius genes.
Her father is not like her, who is just famous for nothing. He is a truly talented musician.
Even if he had not written more masterpieces, no one could question his title of genius just because of the "Question" which was adapted into countless versions after being used in high school.
What was she doing at eighteen?
She couldn't feel at ease and was flattered by the praise from her teacher.
Tang Xi felt that he would never be able to reach his father's level in his entire life.
She is not a musical genius at all.
She picked up the registration form that had fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and began to back down again.
If she continued to play the piano, as long as her father's wings continued to protect her, the world's evaluation of her would certainly not be too harsh. At most, they would say that she was not as good as her genius father.
It is not shameful to be not as good as a genius, and she doesn't really care about being at the top of the pianists.
She wanted to take a completely opposite path.
She didn't know whether what was waiting for her were flowers or rotten tomatoes and rotten eggs that she would never be able to finish eating.
The only thing she knew clearly that she could obtain was the freedom she had always dreamed of.
When Tang Xi said goodbye to Qiao Tian and returned home, it was already dark.
Of course, the parents stopped arguing, or rather, they never really argued at all.
She looked at the dark living room with a strange expression.
Logically speaking, neither the mother nor the father had any concept of environmental solutions, and it was even less likely that Nanny Wang would turn off the lights on her own initiative. How could it be so dark during meal time?
She changed into slippers and walked into the house. The door of the nanny's room was ajar. She wanted to knock on the door but pushed it open with too much force. Wang Lanhua heard the sound and quickly sat up from the bed, holding a can of freshly opened imported biscuits in her hand.
She looked a little embarrassed and hurriedly hid the biscuits behind her: "Miss, this, the lady said she doesn't like this flavor, so I ate it."
Tang Xi didn't care whether she was lying or not, nor did he intend to expose her. He just nodded slightly: "Didn't you cook today?"
The nanny shook her head twice: "My husband said he was going out for dinner tonight and I didn't need to worry about him. My wife said she had no appetite. I thought you wouldn't be back, so I didn't cook."
Tang Xi had no intention of asking for responsibilities and took the blame: "It's my fault. I should have called back first."
The nanny breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Yeah, if you were planning on coming back for dinner, you should have called earlier."
Tang Xi was unhappy with the nanny's shirking of responsibility, but she didn't say anything. She just frowned slightly and asked, "Has mother gone to bed yet?"
The nanny's eyes showed a hint of confusion. "I don't know. Madam usually doesn't like me to pry into what she's doing. I didn't hear her leave the house either. She must be resting in the house."
Tang Xi believed that Wang Lanhua hadn't said anything, because once her mother locked herself in the room, she wouldn't get a good response even if she knocked on the door.
Oh, and by the way, my father and mother have been living in separate rooms for many years, so my father would never take the initiative to 'disturb' me.
When she thought of her parents' relationship, the discomfort in her stomach became even stronger. She immediately regretted not listening to Qiao Tian and eating something outside before coming back. Otherwise, her stomach would not be empty and her appetite would not have disappeared completely.
She was too lazy to go to the kitchen, and if she called the nanny, she would probably scold her behind her back.
She had just closed the door of the nanny's room and was about to go upstairs when the faint sound of a piano coming from the corridor successfully attracted her attention.
But after hearing a few very light notes, she successfully recognized that this was her father's famous song that he had not played for a long time. However, the dancing notes at this moment had a completely different charm from the music her father usually played.
When did my father come back?
His piano skills seem to have improved.
She pinched her aching shoulders, thinking that she should at least say good night to her father before returning to her room.
As soon as she pushed open the half-open door of the piano room, the smile on her face and the music were frozen at the same time.
The mother was still wearing a plain white dress. The look she showed when she looked back was even more indifferent than that in the morning. She opened her red lips slightly, and paused with her fingertips.
"You're back."
Without waiting for an answer, she placed her calloused fingertips on the keys again, playing the rest of the music of Question before closing the piano cover with satisfaction.
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