Rodella's Fantastic Girl

The residential area to the east of Dongqiao City is a villa area, where only rich people can live.There are large and small villas, away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, as quiet as being in nature. Occasionally, a car returning from the outside slowly drives into its garage.

As usual, after dinner, a melodious piano sound came from a white villa.Although the sound will be transmitted far, no one complains, because it is a kind of enjoyment and refreshing to make people sound.

For Tang Xiaoji, music is her life, and she believes that she was born for music.Whenever I hear beautiful music, I will be deeply immersed in it.Each piece of music has its own story, and Xiao Ji is eager to understand and understand the words they are telling.

How can she be satisfied with listening? Xiao Ji is more eager to use her own hands to play moving notes and write her own story, which makes Xiao Ji even more fascinated.

Xiao Ji looked at his hands, it took a long time of careful maintenance and care to become what it is now.

She doesn't have much confidence in her appearance. After all, she also knows that she is not the kind of very beautiful girl, but those hands are something she should be proud of.

The slender fingers, without a little fat on them, are designed to walk lightly on the keys.The round nails are never allowed to grow long, and every time they are trimmed, they will be careful not to leave any sharp spots, for fear of leaving scratches on the clean keys.

That's right, it's all about the music, in order to be able to play the most intoxicating notes in the best state.

After dinner, Xiao Ji left the restaurant and habitually went to the study.The present time is what Xiao Ji looks forward to the most during the day, because he is in school all day during the day, and although there is a short break at noon, he will not come here to touch the piano.Because she knows that once she puts her hands on the keys, she puts her heart and soul into the music.It must be a very painful torment when you have to leave here to carry your schoolbag and go to school when you are playing to the climax.

Rather than that, it would be better not to come here in the first place.

Xiao Ji has a good friend in school, Ke Ke, who has been in the same class since the first year of high school.Xiao Ji is very aware of the situation in her family. Her mother passed away a long time ago, and her father works abroad, so she is the only one in the family.After getting to know her very well, gradually, the two of them developed the habit of not going home at noon and only eating at school.

Therefore, when the course of the day is over and after dinner, you can have your own time and let Xiao Ji wander in the world of music.

Xiao Ji walked to the piano, carefully lifted the cover on the keys, and propped it up with the bracket on the side.Then he picked up a sheet of music from the desk, opened one of the pages, and placed it on the piano.

Beethoven's "Moonlight".Very familiar piece, I remember this piece was introduced in Chinese textbooks when I was in elementary school. That article described how Beethoven composed music under difficult circumstances, not only physical defects, but also living environment is quite difficult , but even so, he persisted and created this piece of music.

At that time, Xiao Ji had already developed a love for music. After the class, he was very concerned about what kind of song it would be. Under such circumstances, the song he created must be very sad, or full of indignation towards life Bar.

So as soon as I got home, I immediately found this "Moonlight Song" on my dad's computer. Unexpectedly, this song is not as sad as I imagined, but it feels light in some places.If it's not sadness, then what should it be?hope?At that time, Xiao Ji, who had a small vocabulary, could only search for such words in his brain to describe his feelings. If he wanted to truly understand the author's psychology, it was far from enough.However, since then, Xiao Ji has realized that music must have a very magical power.

Xiao Ji moved his fingers and played the keys on the piano very skillfully.Press down lightly, don't use too much force, your fingers can jump between the keys with ease, and the familiar music will be transmitted to your ears with the movements of your fingers.

Compared with that time, Xiao Ji has been able to read a lot of things from this melody, maybe not all of them, but through this melody, I can feel a little bit of sadness, regret, desire to be quiet, desire to speak.Although it is not language, it is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than language, and it is easier to knock on the door in the heart.

However, this is not enough.

Although you can feel the emotion contained in this melody, there are always some unsatisfying places.

It must be because it is telling other people's stories. It is not my own emotion, but just continuing other people's thoughts with my own hands.This is not what she wants, creating her own music, just playing other people's tunes is not enough to satisfy Xiao Ji's desire.

But there is nothing that can be created. An ordinary life and a happy family seem to have no flaws.There is indeed no flaw, so there is nothing to say.If I wasn't born into this family, if I had a more dramatic life... would anyone be able to bring about a little change?

After the song ended, Xiao Ji closed the piano and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

8:15, a bit early, but let's rest first.

In the early morning, a crisp alarm sound woke up Xiao Ji from his dream.

It's eight o'clock, and I knew it before I opened my eyes, because the alarm clock was set at eight o'clock last night.This is the time to get up when there are no classes.

Xiao Ji is still in her second year of high school. She usually doesn’t have evening self-study and has two days of rest on weekends, so she can only get up at 8 o’clock. She usually wakes up around 06:30, otherwise she won’t be able to catch up with the first class.I heard that when I was preparing for the exam in the third year of high school, not only did I have to study by myself in the evening, but I also had to make up classes on weekends. I only had a little rest on Sunday for a week. Bar.

After being dazed on the bed for a while, feeling a little clearer, Xiao Ji got up from the bed.Once the summer is over, getting out of bed is a test for me, especially on the days off when there are no classes, which should be the case for most people.

Grab a dress from the closet and decide to wear it today, a white top with lovely lace on the neckline and sleeves.Xiao Ji's clothes are all in this style, and most of them are fluffy dresses.

Unlike Coco's style, Coco never likes clothes with decorations, even skirts are rarely worn, always giving people a simple and capable feeling.I remember that she seemed to have a very beautiful skirt, but she kept saying it didn't suit her, so it was a pity that she never wore it outside.

Compared with Ke Ke, Xiao Ji is the kind of girl who likes cute things. Alas, it is said that such girls are more hypocritical, and it seems that it is true.

After changing clothes in the room, Xiao Ji came to the dining room and saw the breakfast on the table at a glance. Mom and Dad were already waiting for Xiao Ji to have breakfast together.