The Adventures of Otome Travel by Nühan Paper

After ten days of hard training and mastering the technique and range of the viola, on the penultimate morning of the winter vacation, Cang Xiaoye's mother Ms. Cang Huimei stopped her when she got up after breakfast and went to the practice room.

"It's not normal that you've been working hard recently, and I've seen you practice the piano secretly several times, and your playing level has suddenly improved a lot compared to before. What? Could it be that you're empathizing again and planning to put down the harp?"

"No, Mom, I also practice the harp, there is absolutely no waste!"

"That's right, but if you practice three instruments at the same time, your body will be overwhelmed..."

"I'm fine!" Cang Ye couldn't wait to interrupt her, fearing that her upgrade would be interrupted.

"Well, tomorrow I have an acquaintance who will give a piano concert. I have two tickets in my hand. I planned to go to listen to it with your father. I didn't expect him to go on a business trip early. So you come and accompany me, and by the way, take her Please come to our house for dinner, and maybe I can give you some advice. She is a very powerful and famous pianist!" She winked at Cang Ye a little slyly.

"Hey, I see. If I have nothing else to do, I'm going to the practice room..."

Anyway, she hardly knows this world-renowned performer, and the boyfriend she dumped has not been fully recovered, so nothing is more important than practice.

(Doing anything other than practice is a waste of time! Anyone who hinders me from leveling up should go to shi! But it really doesn’t seem very good to squat at home every day... Think about it carefully, after arriving in this world, only the day when I dated my three sisters Men, do you spend the rest of the time at home?! OTZ! What to do! The day after tomorrow I will go to school, and I don’t even know the way to school! Although I can read Cang Xiaoye’s memory, but recalling such trivial things It's as hard as digging a sock in the mountain of chores, not to mention that she has only been on the star for a few days... I need navigation! Where is the phone? Does it have a navigation function?!)

She breathed a sigh of relief after trying that the phone could indeed navigate and tell her how to get to school.There are a few luxury cars at home, but the person who plays the role of driver when necessary is a senior assistant of her father's company. He usually has many jobs and it is impossible to take her to and from school.And her mother drives it by herself when she wants to go out...

It's not that the family doesn't have money to raise a driver, but that the parents who were used to frugality when they were young felt that it was really unnecessary in a family of three.

After practicing the viola in the practice room for a while, Cang Ye looked at his left hand and sighed deeply.

"It seems that although I have worn it this time, I don't have any big ape dung with all kinds of violins."

The harp is to be played with fingertips, eight fingers except the little finger, and the fingers should not be wrapped with things or wear protective covers, otherwise the playing effect will be affected.And the consequence of this is that there are different degrees of calluses on the eight fingers. When playing violin instruments with the left hand, there will always be some subtle deviations when vibrato, vibrato and overtones cannot achieve the effect she wants to play.At first, she thought it was due to lack of proficiency in playing, but it was too unreasonable for her to still fail to reach the level of technical perfection in the same place after practicing for more than ten hours.

After recalling the violin played by Cang Xiaoye in her memory, she determined that it was not her technique or technique problem, but the calluses on her fingertips that affected her feel when she touched the strings, pressed or kneaded.Although this can be adjusted in a technical way, it is fatal to the emotional performance of the performance.You can't always think about pulling out this effect in this place, and then immerse yourself in the emotion you want to express while adjusting at any time while pulling.

The Polonaise in D major has always been a song that she has been coveting, and she really wants to play it on the violin by herself.Now that I have the hook, I think I can challenge it, but after practicing for a long time, the effect is not satisfactory, and the skill proficiency is still a little bit worse, and the performance of the fingers is not accurate enough.

(Sure enough, I still have to find a way to trick the magic violin into me, but I'm sorry...)

Thinking of this, she put away the violin and sat down in front of the piano.

(The pianist that my mother is familiar with, or the master who is high enough to give a concert, who could it be? She never mentioned it before. Anyway, since you may be pointed out, you can’t be ashamed!)

A smooth melody flowed from her hand, and the title of the piece on the sheet music in front of her was "12 Etude Op.

The next day, after breakfast, Cang Ye was dragged by her mother to wash and dress up. She also pulled her to put on light make-up and put her hair up, and wore a rather formal dress to attend the concert.When she went out, she put on a thick coat and wrapped two thick scarves around her neck. When she tried to put on her big glasses, she was severely threatened by her mother and had to give up.

She went there in the car driven by her mother, because of a sudden rush of blood, she practiced late at night, which made her sleepy after waking up, so when she entered the venue, she squinted her eyes and kept nodding while being dragged by her mother went in.

After all, this is a solo recital, so neither the concert hall nor the stage is very big. Before the opening, Cang Ye looked around absent-mindedly and didn't see any empty seats.

(It seems that this performer is very popular. It’s hard to come here and listen to it.)

"Hey, it's rare to come to a recital, please concentrate and don't doze off again! Misa's performance is very good, although your recent performance of the piano is not bad, but it is far behind her , learn a little bit!" Master Mother said and flicked her head.The strike was heavy, and Cang Ye's drowsiness disappeared half of the pain.

"Hey, hey, then I'll listen carefully to what this master, my lord, is capable of." She was sitting upright, just in time to see the protagonist on the stage today.

The person who walked on the stage looked about forty, with a steady demeanor, and his dark blue short hair and dark blue dress looked even more extraordinary.She bowed to the audience, glanced at the auditorium, and then moved to the piano and began to play.

Cang Ye always felt that her gaze seemed to be coming in her direction, but after thinking about it carefully, he thought it should be looking at her mother instead of her.

(Why does this person look familiar?) Cang Ye thought hard about the identity of this beauty.

She had to admit that the pianist played at a very high level, not to mention the level of proficiency, and the integration of emotion and personality was just right. It was the kind of music that was very comfortable and calm to listen to. I am afraid that even a pure layman could immerse himself in it. .

Listening like this, she suddenly realized that she was still far behind. Her own emotional integration and expression were too immature compared with this one on stage.

(Sure enough, I still put it down for too long... Is it? If I have been practicing every day without paying attention to other people's eyes, will I not feel so unwilling to listen to this kind of performance? Do I have a piano skill? Gaoming teacher, won’t you take so many detours like I used to?)

Cang Ye listened to his fists getting tighter and tighter, wishing he could immediately drag the woman on stage home to guide him.

"Hey... Hey, you!"

A lowered man's voice came from the side, and it was almost close to her ear, so frightened that Cang Ye trembled and looked away from the source of the sound.

She felt drowsy when entering the arena, and was immersed in her own thoughts after the performance started, which made her have no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation.The corner of her right eye twitched when she saw the face of the person calling her beside her in the dim environment.

*'s long purple hair, pool noodles (meaning handsome guy in Japanese), a gentle expression, a familiar voice... Isn't this the black-bellied devil teak? !

(Why does my uncle feel that his smile is even more perverted when I turn my face to look at him? God, please bless that it is an illusion of holding!)

"Then...well, what can I do?"

"Admiring such a great performance but showing such a painful expression... Is there something uncomfortable about your hands being held so tightly?" Teak asked with a concerned and gentle expression, which made Cang Ye scratch the wall even more violently.

"No, it's nothing, don't worry about me, please continue to enjoy the performance." Not very calmly spit out a very perfect honorific, Cang Ye felt that he was very powerful.

"Is that so? Please don't force yourself."

"Okay, thank you for your concern, you are really a good person." After finishing speaking, Cang Ye turned around, pretending to appreciate the performance seriously.

(Brother sent you a good person card, hurry up and leave!)

She didn't notice that Teak who turned around glanced at her, and the smile on his face deepened again—it was the smile of finding an interesting toy.

After the end, Cang Ye silently followed his mother to the backstage, never daring to look back at someone.

"Misa-chan, your performance is really great! The more I listen to it, the more intoxicated I am!"

"Emiko, your mouth is still so sweet, let me see, is this little beauty your precious daughter?"

"Yeah, this is Saya at my house. Come and say hello."

"Good evening, Aunt Misa. I'm Cang Xiaoye."

(It should be right to call it misa... although I don't know the two words.)

"Xiao Yechan, I haven't seen you for many years. You are so old~ It's been almost ten years. It's normal if you don't remember me. But I was so cute when I was young. How can I be so overly polite like my stupid son when I grow up? No way. Yo, Aunt Misa will feel sad. Just be casual, after all, your mother and I grew up together, and we did all the embarrassing things together..."

"Okay, okay, don't mention the black history, you agreed to go to my house for dinner. Where's your son?"

"Lian said he wasn't coming. That kid is just practicing. He doesn't seem to have any friends, which troubles me. I remember that Xiaoye is the same age as Lian, right? You just came back not long ago. Has the school been chosen? "

(Len? Ren Tsukimori?! That's right, his mother is a pianist, it should be Misa Hamai. Misa... ah! If I can get to know him through the introduction of the elders, will he accept the request to record a few words? ?) Thinking of this, Cang Ye forced himself to remain calm, and politely answered the elder's question.

"I'm currently in the freshman year of Star Academy."

"Ah! It's the same as my Lian! You must get to know him next time you start school. I wonder if you've heard of him?"

"I probably haven't heard of it, because I only went to school there for a few days, and I don't know the male classmates well."

"He is very good at playing the violin. I heard that Xiao Yechan also has some violins, right? If you have any questions, just ask him."

"In contrast, I would like to ask you for piano lessons."

Hearing Cang Ye's blurted answer, Hamai Misa showed a surprised expression, and then felt relieved.

"Okay, then let me hurry up and go to see your new home."

Along the way, Misa Hamai sat in the co-pilot chatting with Cang Ye's mother, and Cang Ye sat quietly in the back, all she could think about was the embarrassing problem of playing a wonderful song for the master in front of her ==.

"Ahh! I didn't expect your house to be so close to mine. You can get there within 10 minutes if you walk!"

"That's right! From now on, we need to visit more often!"

Saying this, the two happily entered the door together with their shoulders crossed.