Idol trainee Jia Zheng girl walks sideways

Although Zhu Yuning hated his teeth itchingly, he was not someone who would deny a loss. It just so happened that the program team rented two pianos for Han Mubo because of today's performance. At this time, one for each of them, it came in handy.

After a brief communication, the two decided on the performance program. The girl sat in front of the piano stand, feeling unreal in a trance.In the past, as long as I didn't play the piano for a day, I felt unfamiliar for a long time, but now...

Zhu Yuning frowned, she seemed to have forgotten how long she hadn't touched the piano...

Han Mubo and the girl looked at each other and nodded.The deep melody sounded melodiously amidst the friction of the strings, Zhu Yuning followed closely, but made a mistake on the first note.Almost out of the performer's instinct, the girl didn't stop, but continued to finish the melody without any lag.

The melody gradually advanced, and the cooperation between the two gradually improved. At the end, the boy turned the bow and suddenly performed another melody.A single note slid down into a smooth melody under Han Mubo's hands. The girl on the opposite side lowered her eyes and smiled, pressing her hands on the strings, coping with it freely.

Some people in the audience gradually understood the way. Someone in the crowd said "It's "I Missed"", and then someone slowly sang along.More and more people were humming softly, and finally it turned into a chorus.

In the empty classroom, there were still unfinished dumplings on the table. The boys sat together in a cluster, swaying from side to side to the melody. A trace of warmth.

At the end of the song, the two people on the stage held the bows, held hands, and bowed to express their gratitude.The boys in the audience also stood up and clapped their hands, cheering.

Qin Fen didn't know whether it was homesickness or some other emotion, and he looked at Han Mubo on the stage and applauded with tears in his eyes.

Standing next to him, Zuo Ye didn't notice the boy's emotions, and said very blindly: "Looking at it this way, Lao Han and Teacher Gita are quite a good match!"

As soon as the boy said that, he immediately felt a gloomy coolness coming from beside him. When Zuo Ye turned his head, he found that Qin Fen was looking at him straight, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zuo Ye hurriedly smiled and changed his words: "It's okay! Lao Han will still come back to you at night!"

Qin Fen rolled his eyes at him, and said indifferently: "Take care of your Cai Xukun!"

Zuo Ye pursed her mouth and didn't immediately answer the boy's words. Seeing Qin Fen turn his attention back to the stage again, he muttered to himself: "I can't care about him..."

At this time, Cai Xukun, who was not in charge of anyone, was in a good mood and clapped along with everyone, but soon, the problem discovered by the public came out of Wang Ziyi again.

"I didn't expect Teacher Gita to play the cello so well. Seeing the tacit understanding between her and Han Mubo, I really thought they had trained together before!"

Cai Xukun heard that the originally raised corners of his mouth froze for a moment, then retracted bit by bit, until finally disappeared.

The two people on the stage were chatting and laughing, whispering something in their ears, the clear pupils of the boy under the stage gradually darkened, and he looked away after a while, his drooping eyes covered half of the regret and half of the inexplicable emotions in his eyes, and casually He picked up the unfinished third of the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

"You play the qin so well, why don't you stop playing?"

Han Mubo and Zhu Yuning stood at the side of the stage, and after a brief encounter with a bosom friend in a foreign country, they asked the girl this question.

Zhu Yuning chuckled, not knowing how to answer.

Han Mubo is not the first person to ask this question, and I believe he will not be the last.The cello once brought her infinite glory, but one day, when she realized that she seemed to be unable to play the violin, the cello became her nightmare.She didn't know how to move forward, and she didn't know if there was a way out ahead.Those who have always been strong cannot fall, because those who have been defeated cannot be called the Great Demon King.So, before she was defeated, she fled.

The repressed emotions need an outlet to vent, and rap has become her only way out.She will always remember that afternoon, when she was sitting in the corner of the library, she accidentally saw the video of the underground battle, and that kind of hearty vent almost made her sink without hesitation.You don’t need to wear a tailor-made evening dress, you don’t need to suppress your emotions and pretend to be dignified and generous, you don’t need to play the cello before going to bed and the cello when you wake up.

So she applied to suspend her studies without telling her family and school. She returned to China alone in a vain dream. She regained her enthusiasm for life. She thought this was the best ending, and the best ending was without the cello.

But today, when she picked up the bow again, those movements that had become instinctive in her body were awakened without warning, so much so that her hand holding the bow trembled uncontrollably.The moment she sat in front of the piano stand, she seemed to be the little girl who knew nothing when she was a child again.She misplays the first note, but that's nothing to be afraid of, she has a second, a third, a fourth to play.Two passages, two pieces of music, the moment the bow left the strings, the high city wall built somewhere in the bottom of my heart seemed to shake for a while, but when I looked closely, it disappeared, as always, the iron wall was iron and airtight.

The girl's long trance caused Han Mubo to call her softly again: "Teacher Gita?"

Zhu Yuning raised his head in a daze, looked at the boy blankly, and it took a few seconds for his pupils to focus again.

"what?"

"Is there any chance to play the piano with you in the future?"

The girl thought about this question very seriously after hearing the words, but after thinking about it, she seemed to have nothing to think about.

She raised her eyes again, and her eyes had returned to clarity: "Maybe."

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