Chen Tiantian hadn't felt this good in a long time.
I originally thought that this stranger who suddenly appeared in my home was there to compete for my affection.
Unexpectedly, she was not only a country bumpkin, but also a mute who never talked back when insulted, making her the perfect punching bag for him.
Chen Tiantian smiled and reached out to stroke Lin Zhenzhen's long hair.
"It looks like the days ahead are going to be very interesting."
Lin Zhenzhen looked down at her hand, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.
She silently replied in her heart: 【I'm even more excited than you are!】
[Host, don't laugh, I'm scared]
After Chen Tiantian left, Lin Zhenzhen opened the notebook she had always held to her chest. It was specially prepared for her by her grandfather after the original owner lost her voice.
The notebook is a loose-leaf notebook, and judging from the wear and tear on the cover and hardware, the paper inside must have been replaced many times.
In the center of the title page, a line of text was written in black ink:
The world kissed me with pain, but I responded with a song.
Zhenzhen, life is full of disappointments, eight or nine times out of ten. But no matter what happens, your family will always be your strong support. —Your loving grandfather.
Lingzhen's mother and maternal grandmother both died in that fire, and since then, only her maternal grandfather has been by her side.
In the sweltering heat of July, an elderly man nearing seventy not only had to raise money for medical expenses from all sides, but also had to run back and forth, arranging his wife and daughter's funerals while taking care of Ling Zhen in the hospital.
Even so, he never showed any signs of fatigue in front of Ling Zhen. The sentence he said most often was: "As long as Grandpa is still here, our family is not broken up."
Later, with his encouragement, Ling Zhen gradually cheered up. She taught herself sign language and took the college entrance examination like other normal people.
However, she didn't perform well in the college entrance examination because of a fever, and ultimately missed her dream school, only getting into a second-tier music college in the provincial capital.
[Host, is Chen Tiantian your first target?]
That depends on how she behaves next. If she's just generally stupid and mean, I'm not going to waste my time on her.
Because the key incident dragged on until late at night, Lin Zhenzhen's biological clock had already sounded the alarm in her mind.
She found that the hardest part of each new world she jumped into wasn't adapting to the role change, but rather the chaotic sleep schedule that felt like jet lag.
[Host, go to sleep. I'll play you a lullaby.]
Accompanied by pure music flowing slowly from the depths of her brain, Lin Zhenzhen quickly entered a deep sleep mode.
The next day, the morning sunlight streamed through the glass overhead and fell on Lin Zhenzhen's face.
She suddenly opened her eyes and checked the time; it was exactly 6:30.
Lin Zhenzhen pulled the blanket over her head and found that her mind was completely clear. She could only sigh and then drag her tired body out of bed.
In the bathroom, Lin Zhenzhen scooped up a handful of water. The girl in the mirror had fair skin, long, straight black hair that hadn't been styled, and droopy eyes that gave her a pitiful look.
Water droplets dripped down her eyelashes, tracing skin as smooth as jelly. For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between her face and the water droplets, making it difficult to tell which was more crystalline and translucent.
Lin Zhenzhen dried her face with a towel and looked at the empty cabinet in front of her. There was only a bottle of baby cream on it, labeled as "baby moisturizing cream".
That's right, the original owner was just that casual about her face; to sum it up in four words: good looks and carefree attitude.
How can I sneak away from the teacher and get a perm? How can I cut my school uniform skirt shorter to make my legs look longer and slimmer?
The original owner of this body had none of the troubles that plagued other girls throughout their adolescence.
From a certain perspective, she is a person who lives a very simple life.
Although it was still early, Lin Zhenzhen quickly got ready, hurriedly went out, and boarded a bus to the university town.
Every year, the Capital Conservatory of Music holds a music performance to welcome new students, and teachers and students from each college will be selected to perform on stage.
As is tradition over the years, the music performance is divided into two parts: individual programs and a final grand ensemble.
In the past two years, the piano department where the original owner was located has recruited several young PhDs who returned from abroad as lecturers, and they naturally took over the task of performing programs.
Lin Zhenzhen could have been content to be a quiet, unambitious person in the audience. Unfortunately, two weeks ago, a violinist fell down the stairs and fractured his right hand, so he couldn't come.
Just then, a senior student from the student council recommended Ling Zhen. While it's normal for music students to be proficient in several instruments, why look for a freshman from the piano department when there are so many excellent students in the orchestral department?
However, the senior just winked mysteriously, indicating that you'll find out when the time comes.
So, the original owner was brought to the rehearsal site by the counselor in a daze. When the teachers in charge of the event saw her, they all looked like they suddenly realized what was going on.
"Okay, she's the one!"
The counselor was stunned: "Shouldn't we check her level?"
"No need, no need." The bespectacled man waved his hand and turned to the person next to him, saying, "When the time comes, have her stand at the front. Tell the photographer to zoom in on her face for close-ups."
"Well, her situation is a bit special." The counselor lowered his voice and explained why the original owner of this body couldn't speak.
"Really? That's great!" the man exclaimed excitedly, then called out to the other person, "Hey, good news, we have material for the script after the performance."
To be honest, whether in her past life, the life before that, or the life before that, she had never even touched the lid of a violin, nor did she know how many strings it had.
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