Untitled Conan II

wrong! "Mr. Domoto Yihui, the owner of the concert hall, the famous pianist and the organ player this time, came down from the stage, looked at me with admiration, and nodded, "You are Zhan Ruoyou, right?"I've seen the video of your game and it's really amazing playing. "

...Probably because of an accident when he replaced Yu Sen in the race

I stood up and bowed politely to show respect.

"Yinzi, what have you been doing this week?!" He turned around with a stern tone, "If you play like this, you are wasting the piano that Qinzi lent you!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, teacher..." Kishine bowed his head and apologized.

In fact, I think it's not that she lacks the ability to control the piano, it's just that she hasn't fully adapted to it. Being criticized in public like this is a bit too serious.

But this is a matter between teachers and students, so I can't interrupt.

"I've heard of you." At this moment, Qiu Ting Lianzi, who was sitting in the first row, looked back at me, nodded, and said calmly, "The river admires you very much."

Blinking, I smiled.

"Young people nowadays are almost surpassing us old fellows in their achievements." After confirming the communication with the tuner, Domoto Yihui and the few people behind him came over, without the embarrassment of scolding his disciples just now. The serious, kindly smiling old man looked very kind at the moment.

"This is the fear of young people~" Another thin old man with gray hair smiled and shook his head, "I still remember the little girl's performance last time, I really can't accept my old age~"

"Oh, you said that little girl with a stern face all the time," Tang Ben laughed as if he mentioned a topic of great interest, with an undisguised compliment on his face, "Isn't that right, don't say it's you, Zenzi I’ve heard her piano sound, and I’m not as good as I am! It’s really interesting to think about it. I spent most of my life in the music industry. When I was old and thought I was doing well, I was shocked by a 12-year-old girl, haha ..."

Saying that, Domoto seemed to be in a good mood and laughed.

After looking back and forth at the two old men, I had some guesses in my heart.

It's not that I'm conceited. Although I can't compare to the skill of the piano, I am still very confident in the level of the violin.

And listening to Mr. Domoto just now, the skill of that 12-year-old girl is obviously superior to mine...

12 years old... same age as me...

I can only think of one person.

Here I was thinking about something with my head down, but the children seemed to be discussing something over there. When I looked up, I saw that Ayumi and Mitsuhiko had gathered around Akiba Reiko.

It's almost like wagging its tail and whining twice. I just learned it not long ago, and it's completely——I can't say no to it~

I just don't know if I can catch up with the soprano singer who has always had a cold face.

Touching my chin, I stared at it rather maliciously, but didn't notice that this side was the big trouble.

"Little girl, are you interested in playing an impromptu song?" Don't know what he was talking to the person behind him, but the old Mr. Tang Ben suddenly proposed, looking forward to it, "I remember you also have a siqin, right? If you haven't brought it with you, you can borrow the piano of the son, just in time for Yinzi to study hard."

Surprised, I opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to refuse.

Conan, who looked aside, probably saw that I didn't agree for a long time, and he also became suspicious. He stared at me with a pair of sharp eyes, as if saying: You really are hiding something.

"Cough..." Pulling the corners of my mouth, I lowered my head and coughed twice, then smiled helplessly, "Then this junior will be making a fool of himself."

After taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, subconsciously brushing my left wrist with my right hand.

Carefully took the piano, and then bowed slightly to the quiet crowd in the auditorium.

Put the piano stand on the left shoulder and raise the bow.

With the long melodious sound of the bow falling on the strings, the fingers began to dance smartly.

Closing my eyes slightly, I listened carefully to the movement I played.

Cheerful, Warm and Bright

The difficulty is not high, but it can make people laugh from the bottom of their hearts. The fingers are jumping greatly, driving the notes that seem to be jumping. It is obviously in the indoor concert hall, but it seems to be full of sunshine, warm and peaceful , illuminates all corners.

Every time I perform, I will do my best and earnestly complete it.I won't be careless, and I don't want to deliberately hide it. I hope that every song in my life is a moving and complete rhythm.

Even if, in the end, it will be the end of the song...

Trembling movement ([-])

"That... Shinichi," I sat up straight with my hands neatly placed on my knees, I looked anxiously at the dark-faced boy in front of me, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

He looked up and glanced at me.That cool gaze made me tremble.

Obediently lowering my head and staring at my toes, I admitted my mistake with a good attitude and neither spoke nor defended.

After a long time, when I heard his voice from the front, there was no emotion, and there was no ups and downs. The simple two words were like the calm before the storm, which made the listeners feel uneasy.

"Left hand."

I was startled, looked up, puzzled.

He didn't speak, just looked at me expressionlessly.

Cursing my lips, I lowered my head and stretched out my hand tremblingly and reluctantly.

……

"Hiss—" He gasped for air, but suddenly fell silent.I frowned and lowered my head, the remaining hand clenched the corner of the skirt.

The tentative fingers on the wrist paused, followed by his cold voice.

"Are you stupid?!"

The anger and unbearable irritability were compressed in this scolding voice. The voice was not loud, but it made my heart tremble, and I became more guilty and cringe.

It was the first time I faced his straightforward anger, I was at a loss, so I could only bite my lip and not speak.

The air seemed to be stagnant, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.He didn't speak, and I didn't dare to look at his expression now, so I could only count the beatings of my own heart.

One, two, three...

When he absent-mindedly counted to an unknown number of hundred times, his voice finally came from his ear again, it was a little low, cold and indifferent.

"Have you been on your medicine yet?" he said.

"Hmm..." Nodding.

silence.

"Go to bed early, I'll go back first."

Hearing the sound of him standing up, I quickly raised my head and stretched out my hand.

He turned his head, his eyes stayed on my hand holding him for a while, then looked at me again, raised one eyebrow, as if asking: What else is there.

Seeing him suddenly become so indifferent, I opened my mouth, but couldn't speak.

I know that he is really angry this time, and also disappointed.Disappointed at my mistrust and concealment of him.

I don't know what to say, sorry?

No, I once promised him that I would never say sorry again.

So what to do, explain?

I have no reason at all to explain...

However, I don't want to let go, I don't want to erect a layer of barriers between us like this, and I don't want him to remain uneasy and uncertain in the future.

I stubbornly grabbed his hand, and I stared stubbornly into his eyes, neither dodging nor hiding.

If there is a gap because of this, I will not be reconciled.

He and I looked at each other for a while, the original cold and alienated eyes finally had a few cracks, and then wavered.The helpless emotion flashed across, and as he turned his face away, the frustration-like voice came into my ears very softly.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

The corners of his lips raised unconsciously, I knew this was another indulgence from him.

"I..." I organized my words before I said, "I don't know what to say, I wanted to find out the reason and then tell you."

He turned back, frowning.

"This wound...you've seen it before." Seeing that he froze first, then opened his eyes wide, I nodded nah, "It was just before, scratched by... the bullet—"

"Isn't that left two months ago?" He hesitated, took a few steps closer, and looked at my wrist with worry in his eyes.

"...Well," I nodded, and I pursed my lips, "I don't know why this happened. It's been so long, and the wound still hasn't healed."

"So you've been covering it with fake skin?"

"Well..." He admitted honestly.

"You lied to me about the violin you said last time?"

"Uh...well," I grinned dryly, "Actually... the violin was detained on the island by Sister Luo Ning."

He didn't speak, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That... Shinichi?" I called him tentatively, and seeing him looking up at me, his expression was no longer as unhappy as before, I was relieved and asked curiously, "When did you find out?"

Obviously, he didn't suspect it before. When I was performing at the Domoto Concert Hall in the afternoon, I deliberately used needles to temporarily numb the pain nerves in my left hand. There should be no flaws.

He glanced at me, "I really ignored it before. I realized that you haven't played the violin for a long time, and I just felt that something was wrong, but I didn't think much about it."

"When Domoto-san asked you to play, you hesitated for a moment. I guessed something must have happened."

"Huh?" I tilted my head, puzzled.

"According to what you said, you didn't play the violin because your violin was sent for repair. Considering how much you like the violin, you haven't touched the violin for a long time, but someone asked you to play it today, and it was the same Strainer's violin. , under normal circumstances, you should be very happy to agree." He analyzed lightly, resting his chin on one hand, just like his usual reasoning about those cases.

"You hesitated, although you didn't