Chapter 246 Bullying Him (4)
Song Qingqian's practice lasted for almost half a month.
She failed again and again, became angry again and again, and said again and again that she would never practice again.
But again and again, I returned to the music classroom the next day.
She would rub her fingers and say, "I am your master, why don't you listen to me? You can't make mistakes, you can't make mistakes again, do you understand?"
She would take the piano music sheet and flip through it loudly, "Such a difficult thing should be thrown away or burned! It shouldn't be left here to torture people!"
But there wasn't even a crease in the sheet music.
Maybe even God doesn't want Song Qingqian to give up.
Once when she left in anger, she threw the music score on the ground in anger.
But when she came back the next day at noon, the music score was still lying on the piano.
Maybe when the music teacher was checking the classroom, she picked it up again and encouraged her to continue practicing.
Repeated persistence, repeated practice, but in the end, repeated failure.
Song Qingqian was initially unwilling, then uncomfortable, and finally...
I really want to give up.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. With the Song family and her grandfather, she could get whatever she wanted. There was nothing she couldn't get.
She herself has been beautiful and outstanding since she was young. There is nothing she cannot do, whether it is learning piano, painting, or foreign languages.
This piano piece, which could never be played perfectly, was the only imperfect thing in Song Qingqian's 17 years of life.
This imperfection is like a small stain on a beautiful piece of clothing.
She tossed and turned, feeling uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do.
After hard training to no avail.
Song Qingqian thought of her wet nurse.
The wet nurse came from the country and was particularly superstitious.
I eat vegetarian food on the first and fifteenth day of every month, and go out from time to time to burn incense and worship Buddha.
Every time he came back, he would bring amulets or yellow paper wishing longevity for Song Qingqian.
"My lady, remember to wear it. As long as you wear this, the Buddha will surely bless my lady to be safe and live a long life."
Even when her grandson was taking exams, the wet nurse would bow to the Bodhisattva.
When in doubt, choose metaphysics.
Song Qingqian thought absurdly, should she bow down?
But Buddha wouldn't care about Western pianos, right?
After another failed practice.
Song Qingqian was deflated, his shoulders slumped, the pride gone from his phoenix eyes, he looked at the piano music in front of him with frustration.
I was vaguely thinking about something in my mind.
She... gritted her teeth and decided to just give it a try?!
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Miss Song, who always holds her head high and is always the proudest.
She was in an empty classroom, and she was apologizing sincerely.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that you were so difficult, I shouldn't have said that you were difficult, I shouldn't have offended you."
The object of Song Qingqian's apology was the name of the composer on the piano score.
The expression on her face was so aggrieved for the first time.
Pray sincerely.
"I really like this piano piece. Since I have practiced so hard, please forgive me and let me play it in its entirety to show the best of this piece! Please!"
After Song Qingqian finished saying these words, he glanced around.
After making sure there is no one around.
She raised her hands, put her palms together, and bowed softly to the piano music.
After three times.
Put your hands down quickly.
Her expression changed anxiously, and then she acted as if nothing had happened.
"I'm going to start practicing!"
call--
Another deep breath.
Song Qingqian placed her hands on the black and white keys, her slender fingers dancing in the most graceful posture, her fingertips constantly touching the keys.
The music rises and falls like the waves of the ocean.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for Song Qingqian to reach the difficult part that he had been unable to overcome.
Her gaze fell on the music score, and even though it was the notes memorized in her mind, she was still staring at them intently.
The fingertips kept playing.
Until the last note falls.
overnight.
The entire music classroom was silent.
Song Qingqian's chest kept rising and falling, but his breathing was still suppressed, unwilling to break the silence at this moment.
A long time.
"ah!"
Song Qingqian uttered a short cry of surprise.
Right after.
A brilliant smile appeared on her slightly stunned pretty face.
“I did it!”
"I didn't make a mistake!"
"Ahhh! I really did it!"
She was as excited as a child, screaming at the top of her voice, wishing she could just stand up and jump three feet high.
After nearly half a month of practice, I finally got results!
She did it!
Song Qingqian was happy and relaxed. He looked at the piano music score and said with great emotion.
"I didn't expect... it would really work?"
How childish and stupid!
But it's so magical.
Song Qingqian planned to make a final push and practice again to consolidate his achievements.
However.
At this moment——
“Ahem!”
A sudden cough sounded in the music classroom.
Someone!
There are other people in this classroom!
Song Qingqian's back suddenly felt cold!
She was sure she heard a cough, it was real and not just an auditory hallucination.
But, in an instant, everything became quiet again.
Revealing a hint of weirdness.
She did not scream in surprise immediately, but continued to sit steadily in front of the piano.
Song Qingqian's eyes were carefully scanning all the space in the classroom.
The music classroom is square and empty, with some tables, chairs and benches placed in it.
There are no blind spots and no places to hide.
At the front of the music classroom, next to the piano, is a small stage specially designed in the classroom.
In order to better create a sense of immersion for the students on stage, the small stage is designed to be quite realistic, with not only steps but also a red velvet backdrop.
Background cloth...
Song Qingqian's cautious gaze finally fell on the background cloth.
She narrowed her eyes, already having a guess in her mind.
The piano music sounded again.
Song Qingqian did not pull open the velvet cloth immediately, but continued to practice as before.
She was a little distracted during this practice, but miraculously she made no mistakes and played it perfectly.
After a passionate piano piece.
Song Qingqian suddenly stood up, lightened his steps, and walked towards the red velvet background cloth.
"Who is hiding here?!"
Blah!
Song Qingqian tore away the background cloth, tightened her face, and questioned in a fierce manner.
Next second.
Song Qingqian saw...He Donglai.
The poor and silent transfer student.
He Donglai was wearing the black clothes that Song Qingqian remembered, sitting on the stage floor with his long legs bent.
He held a book in one hand and half a steamed bun in the other.
The cross section of the steamed bun looks dry and astringent.
He must have accidentally choked on his steamed bun, which is why he started coughing.
Song Qingqian frowned and moved her eyes slightly upwards, from the steamed bun to He Donglai's face.
Then.
She saw the smile on the young man's face that he couldn't hide in time...