The third sheet music
"If you're anything like your dad, we can never be friends."
Tang Xi had never seen anyone like Qiao Tian.
Whatever she thinks in her heart, she will say.
Never hide, never compromise.
Strangely, Tang Xi did not hate such straightforwardness. On the contrary, from that moment on, she seemed certain that she and Qiao Tian could definitely become friends. However, fate was so wonderful that it turned her premonition into reality.
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As Tang Guangyao's daughter, Tang Xi doesn't need to think about how to approach others actively. There are many people who are willing to come up to her and make friends with her.
She didn't have much need for socializing before. Instead of making friends with people who liked her father, she would rather be alone. It was not until she met Qiao Tian that she first thought, "I must be friends with her."
Of course, Qiao Tian's words and deeds were consistent, and she hated her as much as she hated her father, so even if they became deskmates, Qiao Tian would not say a word to her unless it was necessary.
Tang Xi believed that if Yueyong Bar did not exist in another world, there would definitely be nothing in this world that could connect her with her and form such a close relationship.
The owner of Yueyong Bar is called Song Xingchui.
She has an extraordinary obsession with pop music and loves to listen to all kinds of people singing completely different music according to her own understanding. It is precisely because of this hobby that she opened the Yueyong Bar even though she knew it would cost her money.
Her casualness is reflected in every aspect of her life. Her management of the bar is very loose. Not only is the boss herself absent for ten days or half a month, even her employees can sleep until they wake up naturally before coming to work.
Of course, Tang Xi only found out about this later. Her initial understanding of 'Song Xingchui' was based on the associations she had with the bar's quirky decoration.
Tang Xi has always been her father's good girl since she was a child. Normally, she would stay away from bars, but that day she stood at the door and couldn't move an inch for a long time.
The word "Yueyong" is a gradient of bright red, seeping through the pure black doorplate from top to bottom like blood.
She had already begun to imagine whether the owner of this place might be a vampire, but her thoughts stopped completely as her gaze moved downwards.
There are two large, eerily positive rocks on the left and right of the bar. On each of the gray rocks are two words written in regular script in an eerily positive red.
On the left is "Stars Hanging" and on the right is "Moon Rising".
She felt that this place was not the lair where "demons gather" as her father had said, but more like a "chocolate workshop" full of wonderful colors and covered with the shell of a bar.
She really wanted to go in, but she felt that if her parents knew, they would definitely be unhappy.
She couldn't move her steps, but was also reluctant to leave. She stood at the door in a daze when the roar of a motorcycle came from the distance, pulling her away from the fairy tale.
She turned around stiffly, and what caught her eye was a woman in a black leather jacket. She was riding a big red motorcycle and made an extremely cool turn before stopping. Only then did she feel like turning off the motorcycle.
She casually took off her helmet, and her long, dark hair fell messily on her shoulders.
She had fair skin and messy hair. She had dark circles under her eyes and then a large number of freckles. She didn't wear any foundation to cover them, only bright lipstick.
Her eyes fell on Tang Xi: "Ah."
Tang Xi tilted his head: "Hmm?"
"Nothing." She looked up at the word 'Moon Prosperity' and nodded seriously, "My aesthetic taste is not bad, isn't it?"
Tang Xi answered truthfully: "It's a very interesting decoration."
The woman raised an eyebrow: "Don't you think it's weird?"
Tang Xi quickly shook his head and said nervously, "No, no, no, I think that although the combination seems extremely discordant at first glance, a closer look reveals a sense of freedom."
The woman whistled, revealing her white teeth and smiling with great joy: "My mother and her best friend said you looked like a monster, but the first time I saw you, I knew you would definitely be appreciated!"
She put her arm around her shoulders and led her into the door, then belatedly introduced herself: "Oh yes, I'm the boss here, Song Xingchui, you can just call me Sister Xingchui."
"Hello, Sister Xingchui."
Tang Xi thought the development of the story was very strange, but curiosity overwhelmed everything, so she followed the bar owner into a place that she would never be able to enter under normal circumstances.
The light in the room was dim. Even if she didn't save on electricity, the light above her head could only be dim. She dragged her to the bar.
Tang Xi had already started to back out in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out. He could only think cowardly,
'I absolutely refuse to drink.'
'Whatever she wants to sell me, I'll say I don't have any money.'
'Whatever she offers me, I must refuse.'
Song Xingchui didn't bring out any food, nor did he try to force a sale. Instead, he pulled out a painting from under the wine cabinet and placed it in front of Tang Xi. "Where do you think this painting should be hung?"
Tang Xi blinked several times quickly, her brain was at a standstill and she didn't understand why she asked this question. She could only look at the target object first. In the center of the metal frame was a black and white painting with clear lines.
Many names popped up in Tang Xi's mind, Malevich or Kandinsky?
She didn't know much about abstract art and couldn't get an accurate answer.
As for where this painting would be hung...
She looked around the bar, but couldn't figure out where this abstract object would fit in with the abstract decor.
She just opened her mouth to say "I don't know" but the next second, Song Xingchui took a long step and actually stepped directly onto the small stage. He held up the painting in both hands and placed it directly behind the microphone. He said to Tang Xi smugly, "What do you think about putting it here? Let everyone who listens to the song enjoy my abstract masterpiece!"
Whose masterpiece is this?
Tang Xi's pupils shrank slightly.
"I don't think so."
The one who answered Song Xingchui was not Tang Xi, but Qiao Tian who came in from outside with a schoolbag on her back.
When she turned her head and met her gaze, both of them had visible surprise on their faces.
Song Xingchui tucked the painting under her armpits and didn't take the stairs to the side. Instead, she jumped down lightly with her hands on the stage. She stood between the two of them, looking left and right.
"Do you know each other?" she asked.
"We are classmates."
"We're not familiar with each other."
They answered at the same time.
Qiao Tian raised her eyebrows and concluded, "We are classmates, but we are not very familiar with each other."
Tang Xi pursed her lips and whispered, "Yes, we are not very familiar with each other."
Song Xingchui's face was filled with gossip: "Is your school like the American dramas, where everyone fights each other? Or is it like Chinese TV, where you compare grades and cause irreconcilable conflicts?"
"None."
This time, their answers were exactly the same.
Song Xingchui hummed, his eyes wandering between the two of them for a while, and finally put his arm around Tang Xi's shoulders and said with a smile: "Since there is no conflict, from today on, you can use me, a great painter, musician, and artist, as a medium to become the best partners in the world."
Qiao Tian rolled her eyes almost to the ceiling: "Sister Xingchui, it's narcissistic, but don't make it so simple for me to make friends with anyone."
Song Xingchui said as a matter of course: "You said you were classmates, and you had no conflicts. You met in an unexpected place. What a great fate! Isn't it natural to become friends?"
Qiao Tian was speechless for a moment.
Tang Xi has long wanted to be friends with Qiao Tian, but she couldn't find the opportunity. Now, what reason does she have not to muster up the courage and reach out to her?
"Qiao Tian, I think Sister Xingchui is right. We can be good friends." She said sincerely.
Qiao Tian stared at her hand for a long moment, then asked in shock, "Are you serious?"
Tang Xi asked doubtfully, "Of course, I've wanted to make friends with you for a long time, but you don't seem to like me very much."
Qiao Tian was even more surprised than him: "I don't like you? Don't you look down on me?"
"Hey, me?" Tang Xi raised his hand and pointed at himself, his face full of surprise.
Song Xingchui touched his chin thoughtfully: "It seems that there is a big misunderstanding between you two."
Qiao Tian put her hands on her hips, glared at Tang Xi and said, "Don't pretend. I heard your conversation with Teacher Xu. You said my playing technique was not good enough."
Tang Xi blinked twice, and roughly understood why Qiao Tian had such a misunderstanding.
She quickly explained, "I think you only heard half of it, and my original words should have been 'although she does lack some playing skills'."
"Is there any difference?" Qiao Tian said angrily.
"Of course." Tang Xi took a step forward, staring into her eyes and said, "And the first half of the sentence is, 'My mother always says that my music has enough technique but lacks emotion, but Qiao Tian is gifted in expressing emotions, to a degree that I can never reach.'"
Qiao Tian opened her eyes wide and said in surprise: "Ah? Is this true?"
Tang Xi touched her cheek with her fingers and whispered, "I don't need to lie to you. I really have never figured out how to incorporate emotion into a song. I'm definitely not as good as you in this aspect."
Qiao Tian felt a little embarrassed by her compliment, her cheeks slightly red, and she said in frustration, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken your words out of context and misunderstood you."
Tang Xi shook his head: "It doesn't matter."
Qiao Tian took the initiative to hold her hand, closed one eye and smiled, "However, I only agree with you when you say that my piano skills are not as good as yours. I may not agree with other instruments."
She loosened her grip and took two steps back.
Tang Xi subconsciously wanted to catch her, but she flew away too fast, like a peregrine falcon with its wings spread. In the blink of an eye, she supported herself on the stage with both hands and came to the microphone.
She bent down, picked up the guitar beside her, and whistled at her: "Tang Xi, since you want to be friends with me, you must listen to the music I really like."
Song Xing rolled his eyes in his eye sockets, raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder and said, "People can only express their emotions easily when they are facing things they like. Do you feel it?"
Did she feel it?
The moment she plucked the strings, Tang Xi's heart began beating violently in her chest.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
She had never heard such music before. She didn't focus on how to use techniques, but just expressed herself.
She thought, if her mother were standing here, she would definitely frown and say that this was inferior music, and only classical music was "orthodox". In the past, Tang Xi would probably agree with her mother's point of view.
But after today, her world will inevitably undergo a radical revolution.
Because she saw with her own eyes the free bird flapping its wings in the sky, and how colorful the light its wings could reflect was.
She felt free.
Even if you are in a dimly lit room, you can still feel the blue sky, the salty sea, and the cool breeze.
Tang Xi thought, perhaps this was the kind of music she wanted to pursue, rather than blindly running towards the future decided by her parents.
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