I am a rich man

Looking at his back, Song Yao found that his palms were covered with cold sweat, and immediately shook his hands, a little annoyed.

Damn, what are you nervous about?Song Yuan can't make a fuss, no matter how calm he pretends to be, it's useless, he just needs to quietly wait for Song Yuan to make a fool of himself.

Thinking of this, Song Yao lowered his head, hiding the corners of his mouth that were crazily raised.

There was a piano in the middle of the competition stage, and the white light hit Song Yuan's body with his appearance, casting a cold light on his whole body.

The young man with a cool and fair face came to the stage and bowed ninety degrees to the judges and the audience, then walked to the piano and sat down.

Seeing his face clearly, some audience members below burst into doubt.

"Wait a minute, why does this person look so familiar?"

"Isn't this Song Yuan? You're not kidding, how did Song Yuan go up?"

"I remember that it was Song Yao who participated in the competition, and now Song Yuan is coming up instead of Song Yao? Can he play the piano? I haven't heard of it."

"..."

"Absolutely. I won the basketball the day before yesterday and thought I could do everything. I dare to try the piano, and I am not afraid of being laughed to death."

"He can play basketball and the piano? What else can he not? The previous rumors are false. I feel that Song Yuan can play the piano very well. I look forward to it."

"Looking forward to a fart, it's just pretending."

"..."

Most of the people in class A were invited by Song Yao to watch the game, and most of them started talking about it after recognizing Song Yuan.

For a moment, the entire auditorium became extremely noisy, until it was interrupted by the staff standing next to it, "The game has already started, please keep quiet, audience, thank you for your cooperation."

The noise stopped abruptly, replaced by all kinds of ironic and mocking gazes, like sharp needles, focused on Song Yuan.

Song Yuan ignored those voices and gazes, stared down at the black and white piano keys, and put his hands on them.

The icy temperature of the piano keys hit the whole body, and something in the body clamored to rush out. Song Yuan knew that it was the excitement that had not been seen for a long time.

He curled his lips slightly, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

Although he hasn't touched the piano for a long time, he is no stranger to it.

There was silence in his ears, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

Song Yuan pressed the keys.

As soon as a sound sounded, it was a little scalp-numbing, and the gentle but coherent music broke everyone's discussion.

He can play the piano, and it's not just a simple "will".

The song "Twilight Rain" has a gentle prelude and a fast climax, which requires two hands to play non-stop for nearly a minute. After the climax, the rhythm is slower than the first half. If you are a beginner or someone who can play the piano , it is impossible to play well.

The slender fingers quickly pressed the keys, and the sad music echoed around.

The cold white light hit Song Yuanqing's cold and fair face, clearly illuminating the sickness between his brows and the slight trembling of his eyelashes.

Everyone held their breath and stared quietly at the young man on the stage.

Sitting there, his thin figure was straight, his expression was indifferent, his temperament was indifferent, like rime on a glacier, it was cold and dazzling, making it impossible to look away.

The audience below felt that their souls seemed to float into the air with the music, and soon fell into the endless abyss after the music changed and became heavy, screaming desperately to vent all the unwillingness in their bodies.

In the end, everything disappeared in silence as the cold evening rain fell.

They drowned themselves in the darkness and let the darkness swallow them up. When they saw the light shining in the darkness, they burned with hope again, and ran madly towards the light, but in an instant, the light disappeared, and the world returned to peace and darkness. .

A sense of desolation filled the surroundings, and everyone was almost out of breath by the sound of the piano.

The music "Twilight Rain" is very depressing. The original intention of the author to create this music is to express the feeling of powerlessness that he can't completely vent everything. Most of the audience present have been deeply trapped in this state.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the young man with a fair complexion stared down at the piano, slowly showing a faint smile, and then stood up and bowed to the audience and judges.

Everyone still couldn't react, until the host applauded, everyone followed suit.

Admiration came one after another, and those who laughed at Song Yuan before looked devastated.

An Xin patted her thigh happily, grinning her teeth in pain because she touched the wound, but she was still extremely excited.

Song Yuan did it without any mistakes.

He can play the piano very well, and his calm appearance seems to have experienced this kind of competition many times, so he is used to it.

Song Yuan returned to the waiting area amid applause and various exclamations.

Seeing him coming in, everyone in the waiting area had different expressions.

Song Yao was still sitting in his seat, pinching his clothes tightly with his fingers, the resentment in his eyes was not concealed at all.

He leaned back and moved the chair.

The sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground pierced the eardrums, but Song Yao stared at Song Yuan as if he didn't notice the eyes of the people around him. After a while, he said strangely: "You can play the piano, I thought you always Living in the country, you don't know how to play the piano at all. I didn't expect you to pretend to be so good that everyone thought you couldn't play the piano, and then came this scene."

In a few words, it was Song Yuan's fault that he didn't take the initiative to say that he knew how to play the piano.

Song Yuan didn't look at Song Yao, and said indifferently: "I never said I can't play the piano."

Everything is what they think.

Song Yao sneered, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by compliments from others.

"You're so good." An Chi moved closer to Song Yuan, his eyes sparkled, "I'm so good at playing, I'm in tears, remembering a lot of things. Damn, I feel numb when I play this piece myself. Nothing, why do you have such a feeling when you play it, woo woo woo."

"Yeah, it's so sad, I have goosebumps all over my body."

"It sounds so good! It's a pity I didn't record it."

The jealousy in his heart instantly rushed to the peak under their words, and Song Yao stood up abruptly.

The chair fell to the ground because of his actions. Song Yao kicked the chair away with a cold face, and said sarcastically: "The author of this music wants to bring hope to everyone. Why are you acting so sad? I misunderstood it .”

"Have you ever learned about the background of the author's creation of this music?" Song Yuan said softly: "Before writing this music, the author lost his parents, and his best friend also left in a car accident. He dropped out of school and lived with depression tormented. Into the hospital, constantly fighting with depression. Whenever the author sees hope, followed by more despair, he was devastated and wrote this music."

"The author explained that he wanted to express his despair at the time with this piece of music. Later, he recovered from his depression, was discharged from the hospital, stopped taking medicine, and became more positive. Think about bringing hope to everyone."

"It's like this." An Chi glanced at Song Yao, as if he didn't understand how Song Yao could get the meaning wrong.

Jealousy was about to consume all reason, Song Yao squeezed out a sentence, "I just saw that you played it too sadly, I'm afraid you misunderstood the meaning, remind you, there is still some hope in this song."

Song Yuan didn't answer him again, just sat aside and waited for the result.

Once An Chi changed his previous attitude, he became Song Yuan's fanboy.He approached Song Yuan, licked his face and asked Song Yuan why he felt so sad, as if he had experienced everything the author had experienced.

The messy scene played back in his mind: the white ward, the pungent smell of disinfectant, all kinds of noises, and the appearance of pursing his lips during the banquet... Song Yuan didn't answer An Chi's words for a long time.

He has experienced it, but what he has experienced is more like a dream to him.

The seventh is Song Yao.

He took a deep breath, stepped onto the competition stage gracefully, bowed to the audience and judges with a soft smile on his face, and couldn't help but glance at the people in the audience when he looked up.

It seems that after listening to too much "Twilight Rain", they are numb to this music.

Song Yao went to sit in front of the piano, adjusted his state, and began to play.

Everything was fine at the beginning, but when it came to the climax, Song Yao's mind was full of the scene when Song Yuan was playing.

Song Yuan can do it, he is better than Song Yuan, trample Song Yuan firmly under his feet.

Thinking of this, Song Yao grinned and laughed, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth in the next second.

He made a wrong sound, how could he make a wrong sound?

Although he didn't stop and made no mistakes, Song Yao panicked and couldn't help but pay attention to the expressions of the audience and judges, and became nervous.

The judges sitting on one side were expressionless, and the audience didn't seem to notice that he had mispronounced.

Song Yao withdrew his gaze, gritted his teeth, and could only force himself to concentrate on playing.

After the end, the audience applauded, Song Yao squeezed out a smile, and pinched his nails into his palm amidst the applause.

Why Song Yuan can play the piano?Will he lose to Song Yuan?

Impossible, losing to anyone is impossible to losing to Song Yuan.

He just made a wrong note, but he still performed very well, so it doesn't matter, don't worry.

Song Yao returned to his seat with a forced smile on his face.

Seeing him coming back, An Chi hurried over to praise him.

Listening to An Chi's tone, he didn't realize that he had mispronounced, Song Yao was relieved.

More than 20 people performed on stage one after another, and everyone was somewhat tired in the end.

At the end of the game, the judges scored, and after 5 minutes, everyone came on stage.

Song Yao pulled the corners of his mouth, suppressing the tension in his heart, No.1...could it be him?If you ignore his mispronunciation, he played it without any problem.

"The first prize in this competition is... Song Yuan. Let us congratulate Song Yuan!" The host shouted and handed the trophy to Song Yuan amidst applause.

Song Yuan took a step forward, took the trophy with both hands, said "thank you" softly, and bowed to the audience and judges.

The smile on Song Yao's face froze suddenly, and the hands behind his back directly strangled the flesh.

"The second prize is regrettable."

"Third prize high book."

The host went to hand out the silver and bronze awards respectively.

Everyone was very close to Song Yao. Song Yao, who was clamped by the trophy, lowered his head and his teeth were about to be crushed.

"Song Yao seems to be out of shape today, alas, unfortunately, I think he is a little nervous."

"I was specially invited, but it turned out that he was not comparable to No.1 at all. It was so unfeeling. I felt like he was sleepwalking."

"I'm very disappointed in him, I hope to work harder next time. No.1 is very capable, what's his name? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"I found it strange that he looked at the auditorium a few times. He was completely different from the previous game. Why is he so much worse than before?"

The golden trophy was shining under the light, and the voices from the auditorium could not be ignored. Song Yao listened to the voices talking about himself, looked at the trophy, and wished he could smash Song Yuan to death with the trophy.

He knew that Song Yuan would be unlucky with him.

Song Yuan is an evil star, the evil star who specially affects him!

Why did he appear here, why did he go back to the Song family, why didn't he die!

No.1 should have been his!If Song Yuan's appearance hadn't affected him, how could he have lost.

I have participated in so many competitions since I was a child, this is the first time that I am not the first, and it is all because of Song Yuan, a damned person!

Song Yao's eyes were red, and he was extremely irritable. He tried to do something several times, but was finally pulled back by reason.

He glanced at the stern-faced Mr. Song in the auditorium, and Mrs. Song who was frowning unhappy and even sad, and suddenly smiled.

*

"Can I take a photo?" An Chi stopped Song Yuan when he stepped off the stage and returned to the waiting area, staring at the trophy and said excitedly.

Before Song Yuan could speak, he had already started filming, and the others followed suit after seeing this.

Song Yuan didn't stop them, but covered his face when they pointed their phones at him, "Sorry, I don't have a photo with you, thank you."

An Chi said "Oh", took back his phone, and wanted to take a photo with Song Yao. Unexpectedly, Song Yao glanced at Song Yuan, walked up to Song Yuan, and murmured something inexplicable: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Before he could finish his sentence, tears had flowed down first, and there was a grievance in those reddish eyes.

He bit his lip, looking shaky and miserable.

The people around were stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Song Yuan quietly watched Song Yao perform, indifferent.

He could probably guess which play Song Yao was going to act in again.

Song Yao lowered his head, his eyes were full of hostility, and after a few seconds, he choked up and said, "Is it because I stole everything from you that you also want to snatch everything from me? But those things are not I didn't rob it, I was also one of the victims. Song Yuan, why did you do this?"

Then he looked up at the trophy in Song Yuan's hand, and wept uncontrollably, "I will give you this trophy if I give it to you. Who told me to owe you, and to make up for you, I deserve it myself."

Before everyone could react, Song Yao ran out crying.

After bumping into Master Song and Mrs. Song who came out after the show, he held back his tears and called out in a crying voice, "Dad, Mom."

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his red and swollen eyes, Mrs. Song was taken aback, her face full of distress.

Master Song frowned, guessing: "Have you had a conflict with Song Yuan?"

"No, no." Song Yao shook his head violently when he heard the words, and cried even harder, "Dad, it's not Song Yuan, don't misunderstand Song Yuan, it's me..."

Before he finished speaking, he covered his face and ran out. Mrs. Song couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.

As soon as Song Yuan came out of the waiting area, he met Mr. Song and Mrs. Song with extremely ugly faces.

He paused and called softly, "Dad, Mom."

Seeing Song Yuan taking the trophy, thinking about Song Yao crying miserably just now, Mrs. Song was furious, and said coldly, "Don't call me mom, what did you do to Song Yao?"

The questioning tone made Song Yuan purse his lips slightly, and after a while, he asked softly, "What can I do with him?"

Mrs. Song became even more angry when he blocked her.

"Song Yao has gone out." An Chi came out from behind, knowing Mrs. Song was Song Yao's mother, and told the strange things that happened just now, "Auntie, Song Yao seems a little excited, you can go find it , we don’t know what happened to him, it seems that he was stimulated by getting No.7, but I don’t know why he said those strange words to Song Yuan.”

In anyone's ears, what Song Yao said was all to show that there was something wrong with Song Yuan getting No.1, and it was related to Song Yao's failure to get No.1.

So after An Chi finished speaking, the angry Mrs. Song raised her hand and beat Song Yuan fiercely without any hesitation.

The author has something to say: the author is a novice, a non-professional, and wrote blindly about the piano part. For the sake of the plot, please don't be particular, bow and thank you, okay~