Chapter 82 Mao Mao Plays the Piano
Mao Mao has become obsessed with playing the piano.
The black and white piano was a lot of fun. When her little hands pressed the keys, music would tinkle and play, a series of out-of-tune, noisy notes emerging from her fingers.
It sounds awful, but Mao Mao likes it.
Her little hands pressed and flicked, completely absorbed in her own world.
So, Mao Mao would sit on the piano bench for the entire day.
The Lou family's ears suffered.
As soon as Lou Dashuai entered the house, he covered his ears: "What's going on? Who's playing the piano?"
After a busy day, Lou Dashuai was subjected to noise attacks when he got home. He put on a stern face, didn't even have time to take off his coat, and stormed into the small living room following the noise. When he saw the little dumpling sitting in front of the piano, he immediately fell silent.
"Since it's Mao Mao..." then forget it.
If Mao Mao likes it, let her play.
She's so young, she can't even count the keys on the piano, so it's understandable that she plays badly.
Let her learn!
Children learn musical instruments to cultivate their character, and when they have mastered them, they will be able to play beautiful music.
Lou Dashuai covered his ears and sat down, trying to convince himself while his head was buzzing.
strangeness.
Was it this noisy when Asui and the others were learning musical instruments?
He glanced to the side and saw Old Madam Lou sitting calmly on the sofa, her eyes slightly closed, utterly composed.
"Mom?" Lou Dashuai asked dutifully, "It's too noisy here. You always prefer quiet. Would you like to go upstairs to rest?"
Old Madam Lou kept her eyes slightly closed and remained silent.
"mom?"
"Mom? Are you alright?"
General Lou was startled and quickly reached out to push the old lady's shoulder. The old lady seemed to wake up from a dream and suddenly opened her eyes wide.
She first looked at the little dumpling in front of the piano before snapping out of her daze and looking at her son beside her.
Old Madam Lou pulled a wad of cotton out of her ear and looked at her seriously: "What's wrong?"
Commander Lou: "..."
Lou Dashuai put on a stern face again and looked at the two brothers next to the piano: "Ahong, Asui, how come you taught your sister to play the piano like this?"
Lou Hongjian had been beaten by his grandmother without any explanation during the day, and now he was being questioned by his father. He felt extremely aggrieved: "Dad, I have taught you very seriously."
“I taught for an entire afternoon, and Grandma can testify to that.”
"But Mao Mao has no talent in music. In one afternoon, she couldn't remember any of the do-re-mi-fa-sol.
"Ah Sui," Lou Hongjian nudged his younger brother, "don't you think so?"
Lou Yansui leaned back in her wheelchair, her face slightly pale.
For once, he echoed his third brother's words: "That's right, Dad, my third brother and I have both tried our best to teach."
As he spoke, Lou Yansui glanced at Mao Mao.
Is their sister tone-deaf? Otherwise, why would she be so engrossed in listening to such awful noise?
Commander Lou: "..."
Knock knock knock!
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Lou Dashuai covered his head, pretending to have a headache, and then slipped away.
When the concubines returned home, there was another round of shouting and commotion.
"What happened?"
"Who's playing the piano? It's so noisy!"
"Who is so bold as to make such a commotion? Aren't they afraid of disturbing the old lady?"
When everyone found the small living room and saw Mao Mao looking completely entranced, they all fell silent, covered their ears, and hid in their rooms.
Fortunately, the Lou family's house is big enough and the rooms are far apart, so the noise is not noticeable when the doors are closed.
The second concubine closed the door to the small living room, pressing her pounding heart with lingering shock: "I heard that Mao Mao practiced all day, how come she still plays like this?"
Xia Xiaoxiang asked in bewilderment, "Isn't this good?"
The third concubine asked incredulously, "Do you think it sounds good?"
Xia Xiaoxiang said with a tolerant expression, "I think it's fine."
This is a piano!
Only children from wealthy families could afford to learn these Western musical instruments. In the past, she wouldn't even have heard of them, let alone learn them. Now, both she and her mother have prospered; Mao Mao can now learn these Western musical instruments!
The ladies: "..."
The music in the small living room continued until evening.
Children's interests come and go quickly, but the next day, Mao Mao was still full of interest in the piano.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she excitedly ran across the corridor to find Lou Yansui.
"Brother—Brother—"
"Brother, it's time to eat!"
"Brother, teach me to play the piano!"
Lou Yansui: "..."
Lou Yansui simply couldn't resist her sister's bright, sparkling eyes. Not only did she eat more than usual, but she also diligently taught her to play the piano.
"This is Do, this is Re... Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti, that's it." Lou Yansui patiently taught, her slender fingers tracing the black and white keys. "Got it?"
Mao Mao replied loudly, "I'll remember!"
"Then play it again."
Mao Mao: "Ta-da!"
Bang bang bang!
Knock knock knock!
Clang, clang!
Lou Yansui: "..."
Early in the morning, the Lou family's house was filled with the clanging sound of a piano.
Normally, when they have free time, the ladies like to gather in the small living room to chat, read, listen to records, or play mahjong together. But today, everyone is very busy. One has to attend a salon, another has a friend's gathering, or another has to go home to visit relatives. They didn't even have time to eat breakfast before leaving one after another.
Even the old lady of the Lou family wanted to go out to listen to the opera.
As for Commander Lou and the others, Lou Fengju and Lou Heming both had work to do and went out early in the morning.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the small living room, Lou Yansui saw her third brother's convertible disappear through the iron gate without looking back, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.
He looked down at his legs, which he couldn't move.
Mao Mao sat on the piano bench, turned her head, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Brother, did I play it correctly?"
Lou Yansui: "...Yes, that's right."
Mao Mao was immediately delighted: "Brother, I'll play the piano for you!"
Lou Yansui pressed her hand down without changing his expression. "I'll do it, Mao Mao."
"hold head high?"
"I'll play for you." Lou Yansui took a deep breath and said, "I'll do it."
"OK!"
Lou Yansui pushed her wheelchair to the piano and placed her hands on the keys.
He also had surgery on his hand. Although it doesn't affect his life now, it's not as flexible as before, and he hasn't played the piano in a long time.
The piano keys, which I could play beautiful music with my eyes closed, now felt somewhat unfamiliar.
The familiar piano music began to play awkwardly.
It lacked the smooth, melodious quality of a gramophone; instead, it was intermittent and choppy, like a rusty machine, stopping and starting. It was awkward at first, but gradually became smoother.
Some remain stagnant.
But this was the limit of what Lou Yansui could do. His hands were no longer able to handle more delicate work, so he never touched the piano again after the accident.
The simple piece of music came to an end.
Lou Yansui lowered her eyes, but did not linger on her hands for even a second longer, her gaze already fixed expectantly on her younger sister beside her.
"Brother is amazing!" Mao Mao looked at her brother with admiration, her eyes sparkling almost to the point of light, her little hands clapping until they were red: "Brother, your piano playing is so beautiful!"
Lou Yansui smiled slightly: "Is it nice to listen to?"
"It sounds great!"
"Shall I play it for you again?"
"Okay, okay!"
The tinkling sounds of music, light and melodious, drifted out again from the small living room.
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