Chapter 245 The Other Side of Song Qingqian [Update]

Song Qingqian saw the thin figure of the young man.

He bent down and picked up the steamed bun on the ground, placed it in the palm of his hand, blew gently on the surface of the bun, and patted the dust off the bun with his hand.

That moment.

The anger was gone from him.

The movements are careful and gentle.

A dirty steamed bun is cherished by the young people more than all of them.

…

What happened that day was just a small episode in Song Qingqian's life.

It's like throwing a small stone into the endless sea.

There will be some ripples.

But compared with the vast ocean, such a small ripple is not worth mentioning at all.

Life at school remains the same.

Song Qingqian just went to school and went home from school day after day.

But when people around her mentioned the young man, she would listen more carefully.

It turns out his name is He Donglai.

He was a student from the country. Before coming to their school, he had never learned English and didn't even know abcd.

In just two months, he has already ranked first in the class in English exams.

Not to mention other homework.

This genius-like level eventually more or less affected his situation in the class.

The boys who were not convinced would still find reasons to bully him, but some girls gradually began to oppose it.

After all, a handsome, well-educated, gentle and steady male classmate will still make girls feel sympathetic or even fall in love with him.

A few months passed in a flash.

The days gradually came to the end of November.

It's late autumn.

The weather in Shanghai gets cold very quickly in autumn. Not only are there gusts of cold wind, but there is also a damp chill in the air that makes you shiver to the bone.

Even people who were born and raised in Shanghai cannot resist such cold.

Song Qingqian put on the softest cashmere sweater and a beautiful long coat early in the morning.

Grandpa arranged for a driver to take her to and from school every day, for fear that she would freeze on the way.

The students also put on thick clothes.

Only that person still looked so thin and was wearing the same clothes as before.

Her driver has winter cotton clothes to wear, so why doesn't he have anything?

Song Qingqian sat in the classroom, holding his chin and looking out the window.

Many people's figures are reflected on the window glass.

Behind Song Qingqian, there was He Donglai, who was writing with his head down.

At the end of November, there was a lively event in the school.

That is - school anniversary.

Their school has a long history, and this year happens to be its 100th anniversary.

One can imagine the grand scale of the celebration activities and parties for the centenary celebration of the school.

Whether it is students, teachers, or guests attending the school anniversary, they will all be dignitaries.

Because of the relationship between the Song family and Grandpa Song, Song Qingqian is a famous student in the school, so the teacher invites her to play the piano on stage during the school anniversary event.

Song Qingqian had no choice but to agree.

It also gave her one more thing to do during her quiet days.

…

School, music classroom.

The beautiful piano sound flows slowly.

Song Qingqian played Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto No. 3.

This piano piece is quite complex and difficult to play.

Song Qingqian has been learning to play the piano from a piano teacher since she was a child. It has been more than ten years now and her playing skills are quite outstanding.

However--

Wrong! Wrong again!

When playing a certain measure of the piano piece, the fingers touching the keys tremble slightly.

It is just such a tiny tremor that becomes a flaw in the entire piano piece, making the music no longer so perfect.

Even a music teacher might not be able to hear such a tiny detail.

But if it's wrong, it's wrong.

Song Qingqian's consistent pride would not allow her to make such a mistake.

No matter how minor it is, it is not allowed.

These days.

She would practice piano at home right after school, with such intensity that her grandfather began to worry and did not allow her to practice so hard.

In order to reassure her grandfather, Song Qingqian shortened the time she spent practicing at home.

But she has been unable to correct her little mistakes.

So she sneaked into the music classroom in the school when no one was paying attention.

The music classroom in their school is separate and is equipped with not only a small stage but also an expensive piano.

Song Qingqian pursed her lips, took a deep breath unwillingly, and there was an uncomfortable light in her eyes.

"Play it again, Song Qingqian, you can do it!"

She whispered to herself to encourage herself.

The piano sounded again.

However……

Snap——

Song Qingqian patted the fingers of her right hand, and her bright and beautiful face showed anger and annoyance.

She was like an angry child, mumbling to herself constantly.

It's regret, it's complaint, it's also undisputed mumbling.

"Ahhh! How could I be wrong again? Why is it so difficult?!"

"It's all your fault! Why do you always have cramps? If you don't shake, I won't press the wrong keys."

"How could someone write such a rare piano piece? Wouldn't it be nice to hear it being gentle and slow? This is just deliberately making things difficult for me."

"Whatever! I'll practice this one last time, just one last time! At worst, if I make a mistake, it's fine!"

After she finished speaking.

Another deep breath.

The girl who had been complaining angrily a moment ago now looked serious, lowered her head and immersed herself in the music, her slender fingers dancing on the black and white keys like butterflies.

Song Qingqian was focused and serious.

Unfortunately——

"Oh! Wrong! Wrong again! How could it be wrong again?

"Humph! Is there really anyone who can play such a rare piece of music without making any mistakes? It must have been written deliberately to deceive people."

"The pianist who wrote this piece of music may not even be able to play it himself."

snort!

The more Song Qingqian thought about it, the angrier he became. The corners of his eyes raised and he looked very angry.

She dropped the piano music in her hand and left without looking back.

but.

the next day.

"I'll give you one more chance! Just one more day of practice! Just one more day!"

"You better do your best and stop making mistakes! It's so embarrassing to make mistakes on stage. Do you know how embarrassing it is?"

"Then let's make a deal. Practice hard again today. This is your last chance."

Song Qingqian looked down at her fingers, rubbed them, blew on them, and talked to her in a gentle voice.

Then.

She picked up the piano piece she had left behind yesterday, and read, memorized, and repeated the passages that she had been playing incorrectly...

call--

Take a deep breath, and start another practice.

She sat in front of the piano, full of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat.

And a little childish.

Playing non-stop with pride.