What are you looking at?
Gu Zhixing noticed that Shen Jintang's gaze seemed to fall on Gu Yanqing. His brows furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand and waved it gently in front of her eyes, trying to draw her attention back.
Shen Jintang snapped out of her reverie, raised her eyes slightly, looked at Gu Zhixing, shook her head slightly, and smiled faintly, "I didn't see anything."
Gu Zhixing stared into Shen Jintang's eyes, his brows furrowing even more.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on Gu Yanqing, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.
Don't think he didn't see it just now, Gu Yanqing was also looking at Shen Jintang!
Gu Yanqing took all of this in stride, understanding the situation perfectly, but did not point it out.
Young people falling in love is a very interesting thing in itself.
He coughed lightly, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere, and said, "Instead of sulking here, why don't you think about how to handle your piano lesson this afternoon?"
The teacher who gave them piano lessons was surnamed Li. He was an old-fashioned man and very strict.
Students who attend his classes are probably half-dead after just one lesson.
Upon hearing the word "qin" (a type of Chinese stringed instrument), Gu Zhixing's face instantly fell. Qin lessons were his biggest headache; the complicated fingerings and tedious sheet music made his head ache every time he touched the instrument.
In the past, he could skip classes to avoid it, but today Shen Jintang is here, so it would be a bit unreasonable for him to run away again.
Gu Yanqing looked at Gu Zhixing's miserable face and secretly found it amusing.
Having known Gu Zhixing for many years, he was well aware of the boy's temperament. He then changed the subject, looked at Shen Jintang, and said, "Miss Shen is clearly a talented person. She must be an excellent zither player. Why don't you give A-Xing some pointers so he won't get scolded by the teacher again this afternoon?"
As he spoke, Gu Yanqing instructed the servants to bring over the zither.
Shen Jintang glanced at the zither placed on the table, her eyes flickering slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
"You can play the piano?" Gu Zhixing looked at Shen Jintang in surprise; he had never heard her mention it before.
Shen Jintang smiled slightly, looked at Gu Zhixing, and said, "When I was twelve years old, I was sold to Yangzhou. The master I served was learning to play the zither, so I also learned a little bit."
"Does Your Highness not want to learn the zither?" Shen Jintang asked again, her eyes bright and clear, revealing a hint of curiosity and concern.
Although Gu Zhixing was somewhat unwilling, he didn't want to show it too obviously in front of Shen Jintang, so he grumbled and sat down in front of the zither.
"Aren't you all going to eat?" Ye Qingzhou, who was still engrossed in eating, asked in confusion when she saw the other three get up.
"You can eat your own food," Gu Yanqing replied.
Ye Qingzhou glanced at Gu Zhixing, then at Shen Jintang, and finally her gaze settled on Gu Yanqing. She nodded, not quite understanding, and said, "Oh!"
On the other side.
Shen Jintang patiently placed her fingers lightly on the strings, slightly bending them to demonstrate the correct hand position. She spoke softly, "Look, these fingers need to be bent like this. When applying force, use the pads of your fingers, and the pressure should be even, neither too heavy nor too light..."
Gu Zhixing was initially somewhat perfunctory, his eyes casually sweeping over the strings, but Shen Jintang's explanation was like a gentle breeze entering his ears, gradually making him interested.
She can actually play the piano. Such skillful technique was learned while serving others. She must have suffered a lot.
A feeling of pity welled up in Gu Zhixing's heart, and his eyes softened.
"You give it a try," Shen Jintang said, her voice soft and gentle.
"Forehead?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhixing snapped out of his daze, realized what Shen Jintang meant, and immediately reached out to pluck the strings.
He was just too distracted and didn't remember many techniques. As soon as he started playing, he revealed his flaws, and the music was chaotic and noisy.
It's over.
Gu Zhixing closed his eyes; he knew he had been distracted and would be discovered.
How would Shen Jintang punish him, given his temper?
Will it be like when he was studying, with more than ten people surrounding him and playing the piano for him?
Just thinking about it is torture.
Unexpectedly, Shen Jintang was not angry. Instead, she took matters into her own hands and manipulated his fingers to help him adjust them.
"That's right."
Her fingers were warm and soft, gently moving his fingers and adjusting his gestures.
The moment their fingers touched, Gu Zhixing's eyes widened instantly, as if he had been struck by an electric current, and he froze completely.
The warmth traveled up his fingers, and his heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling spread through his heart.
“Chen…” Gu Zhixing’s voice trembled slightly, with a hint of panic.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Jintang did not find anything wrong. In her opinion, it was normal for the teacher to give instructions when practicing the zither.
Her gaze remained focused on the strings as she carefully adjusted Gu Zhixing's fingers.
"No...it's nothing."
Gu Zhixing suddenly stammered, his face flushed slightly, and his eyes became somewhat evasive, not daring to look directly at Shen Jintang.
Shen Jintang found it a little strange, but didn't dwell on it, and simply continued to patiently train Gu Zhixing.
Her fingers gently slid over his, each touch making Gu Zhixing's heart race; he felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
"Do you understand?" Shen Jintang asked.
Gu Zhixing licked his dry lips and said, "Mm."
He composed himself and forced himself to concentrate on learning the piano, but his eyes kept drifting towards Shen Jintang's hands.
Her fingers were long and slender, white, and appeared even more translucent in the sunlight, like jade carvings.
Gu Yanqing watched from the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Shen Jintang is truly remarkable; he is not only capable but also incredibly composed.
He clearly realized he was testing her, but she went straight to the point, making no attempt to hide her talent.
Her directness left him somewhat bewildered, unable to discern what she was trying to do.
Time slips away unnoticed.
Shen Jintang taught meticulously, explaining each finger technique clearly. Gu Zhixing learned it quite well, although he was often distracted, he still managed to get the hang of it.
afternoon.
When it was time for his piano lesson, Gu Zhixing couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
This was, after all, his first real piano lesson. In the past, he would skip it whenever possible, but now he had to sit in class properly, facing those complicated sheet music and a strict teacher. He felt his head was about to explode.
"Shen Jintang, if I play it badly, please don't laugh at me."
Gu Zhixing held the zither, his fingers turning slightly white. He looked at Shen Jintang with a hint of pleading and unease in his eyes.
Seeing this, Shen Jintang couldn't help but smile and shake her head. She took over the duties of Chongyang's page, accompanying Gu Zhixing to his zither lessons and giving him some pointers.
She said softly, "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will always be by your side to help you."
Seeing that Shen Jintang had agreed to accompany him, Gu Zhixing felt a little more at ease. He instructed, "If there's anything I don't understand later, you have to explain it to me."
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