[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

It wasn't until I entered the house that I realized what Meng Kai's unclear explanation meant.

There was no one in the living room, but what came to my ears was a soft and long piano sound, and I don't know where it came from.

I was a little surprised, and I called Zhang Ma a few times, but no one answered, so I had to follow the sound to find her.

In fact, I can’t say that I have never been in contact with such keyboard instruments. Thanks to my mother’s idea of ​​not overwhelming me with skills, I participated in many and complicated competitions when I was a child, and I learned a lot. The closest thing to the piano is probably the electronic piano that I have learned for several months because of a certain competition. The teachers who teach and the piano that I practice are naturally not professional. The fast-food learning that is eager for quick success and instant benefits is okay for coaxing children, but it is extremely difficult. Wan can't show it.

To be precise, I can know a little bit about many things, but not all of them are not good.

Just like now, I can be sure that the player who plays the piano is definitely a master, but if I really want to describe it, I can only squeeze out a dry and pleasant sound, or at most it is reserved and melancholy, cadenced like a panacea.

The house we live in is actually not too big, at least compared with the old Xiao family house I have been to, it can already be regarded as a small family, but I only found it now, except for the bedroom, the study room and the surrounding areas. This is a relatively common room. I don't know the structure of this house at all.

Probably because I didn't go through the process of visiting the house, I was stunned for 5 minutes before I found the source of the piano sound, and I didn't know that there was a piano room in this house.

The door of the piano room was not closed. Standing at the door, one could easily see the situation inside, as well as the tall and straight back of the man sitting behind the piano and the nimble and slender hands that moved quickly on the keys.

I stood there for another 5 minutes before finally waiting for him to finish playing the song. The man who turned around had chestnut hair and bright eyebrows. That guy Xiao Wu will become extremely boring if he stays for a long time. There is a weird piano music coming from the empty big house. Even if you don’t believe in ghosts and ghosts, you should panic when you see a stranger appearing in your home out of thin air. Panic."

"You are calm. You listened to the whole piece calmly and calmly, without even changing your expression."

The tone of voice was straightforward, as if it was my fault for not cooperating with him in the performance.

I had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Then it makes sense not to know how I should behave?"

Not to mention supernatural theories such as haunted, I don't believe it at all. As for the strangers who appear inexplicably, although there are only a few people in this family, such as Zhang Ma and Xiao Liu, it is obvious that anyone can enter the Xiao family if they want to. The security facilities are not decorations, obviously they cannot be easily touched by ordinary Xiaoxiao.

What's more, I'm afraid no one with a guilty conscience would make such a high profile, playing the piano leisurely in other people's homes.

To sum up, it is natural to panic.

Right now, the man seems to have looked at me carefully, before he continued with a bitter face: "Naturally, one should be so frightened that his face pales, screams, wants to cry and holds on, so that he can appear stubborn and cute .”

He concluded: "A profiteer is a profiteer. I thought I would win this bet."

Looking at this posture, it seemed as if I had lost a bet with someone. I was full of helplessness, so I naturally didn't ask, so I pinched my brows and got into the topic: "Who are you?"

Seeing the man clutching his chest, his face full of injuries: "Today's second injury, I thought I'm a little famous in the piano world now!"

He has a humorous personality, and his expressions are even more outrageous. I couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that my little artistic accomplishment could not fool the expert in front of me, so I had to be honest: "I don't know much about this."

The man seemed to pause for a rare moment, then he smiled and walked up to me, and stretched out his hand to me: "Miss Xue, I have long admired your name, I am your recent piano teacher, Han Chen."

He used a strange address. Since I married Xiao Wu, I have almost heard Mrs. Xiao. It has been a long time since I heard Miss Xue say something like this.

But right now my focus is not here. On the contrary, although I don't know anyone, the name Han Chen is not completely unknown. Reached out and shook his hand.

I recalled what he once said, and I can basically confirm that this great god must have been invited by Xiao Wu, and from the tone of his speech, he is probably quite familiar with Young Master Xiao, thinking about "Piano teacher" The meaning of the four words has already been dragged into the piano room by that person, and he sat on the seat: "Some people say that you are too free, let me find something for you to do, well, let's start with the more basic ones today. Let's start practicing."

I stared blankly at the score on the piano, and didn't know how to react for a long time.

Probably because I haven't moved for too long, Han Chen also looked a little strange: "Don't believe in my professional ability?"

He curled his lips and said, "You don't know me, that big star in the entertainment circle, Chen Youxi, should know, she was taught by me under Xiao Wu's coercion and lure."

My expression froze, and it took me a long time to force out a little smile, and said calmly: "I'm afraid I will start learning from the staff."

The expression on Han Chen's face was even more strange: "Haven't you ever learned the piano?"

There is nothing to hide, so I naturally said truthfully: "En."

It's just that he vaguely felt that his question was a bit inexplicable, so he added an extra sentence: "Isn't it?"

Han Chen seemed to smile, blinked his eyes, and actually went to look up the staff: "No."

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and his tone became a bit joking: "However, I am so precious that I was used to teach staves. It can be seen that the Xiao family is indeed rich in financial resources, but he treats you like Chen Youxi. .”

I didn't check it for a while, and I was not proficient in fingering, so I played a few wrong notes with my hands, and a series of unknown things came out tinkling.

When Han Chen left at the end of the day, he looked at me meaningfully and said, "You didn't study hard."

I was sorting out the staves in the piano room, and I had no choice but to say: "I have never had any talent in this area."

He obviously ignored my words and came to a conclusion: "Or, you learned very reluctantly."

I stopped answering the conversation, but he didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He still had an intriguing tone: "You have both talent and appearance, a wealthy family, and are sought after by thousands of people. What's wrong with being like Youxi?"

The pianist Han Da, who came and went freely, had already walked out slowly. The brightly lit piano room was empty and there was no sound at all.

I sat behind the piano for a long time before covering my eyes and laughing.

There is nothing wrong with Chen Youxi, living proudly and wonderfully like her, probably is the lifelong dream of many girls.

As for me, I never think of myself as a person who loves to dig into horns, and I don’t care too much about what is unconventional and unique. If you collide with others, you will lose the mood to wear it. To learn the same musical instrument is to imitate the same.

In my opinion, as long as they are both happy and excellent, what does it matter if they are the same?

But just now, I have never felt so clearly my resistance to this matter and the unwillingness from the bottom of my heart.

This feeling seems unreasonable and very strange, but I can't pretend to be deaf and dumb and turn a blind eye.

However, in life, most of the time, people are unconsciously wearing a mask, hiding and hiding in order to fit in with the group, but if they even have to make up their minds to deceive themselves, wouldn't it be too sad?Since it is already an established fact, why can't it be admitted?

In the final analysis, I don't know the answer whether I am resisting being someone's shadow, or resisting being someone's shadow in someone's heart.