Chapter 412: Are you not nearsighted?

Shao Yunxuan walked absently in the softly lit corridor.
The mother beside her was chattering about the future, she couldn't be happy.
When Mr. Chu Kong went to the art building, she was indeed there. It's just that she is not in the piano room, but looking for her own cup next door. She was also shocked when she heard the piano piece by chance.
She has learned piano for so many years, but it is not that she has no musical literacy.
She was fascinated by it, and she had forgotten her purpose, and only two words circled in her heart: stunning.
At that time, she thought that in the entire Kunpeng Middle School, no one but her music teacher could play such a tune. After the first song, she went to find someone next door, but she didn't expect that the place was empty. She chased out the art building without seeing anyone.
What followed was a turning point that could change her life.
The next day, the music teacher asked her "Yun Xuan, would you like to be Mr. Chu Kong's disciple?"
Chu Kong is the piano master of the National Symphony Orchestra. He just held a concert in Wucheng a few days ago. No one of them who studied music didn't know.
The music teacher asked her excitedly: "You were the one who played the piano in the Art Building before. Mr. Chu Kong happened to pass by. He especially liked that piece of music!"
She knew right now that she was mistaken for someone else, but she couldn't say what she should have denied. She looked at the excited look of the music teacher and thought of the upcoming opportunity to reach the sky. The ghost nodded almost. .
Thus, there was the scene of her and her mother coming to Jinjing.
She had practiced this piece in private, and based on the memory of the time, she could barely be able to play it after several nights, and it was still very obscure in many places.
In other words, she only played the outline, and couldn't play the soul of that tune.
Shao Yunxuan was distracted so badly that she accidentally stepped on her antiquity dress and staggered.
She immediately recovered and met the caring and expectant look of her mother beside her. She became more determined: "Mom, don't worry, next time I will be able to play well, I will definitely become Mr. Chu Kong's apprentice."

Wei Qin sent Shao Yunxuan's mother and daughter out, and returned to the piano room.
Chu Kong was no longer sitting on the sofa, and was walking slowly towards the piano in the center.
He walked two steps quickly, helped him over, touched his stiff and trembling arm, and quickly concealed the regret and bitterness in his heart.
"Sir, are you really going to accept Miss Shao as a disciple?" The originally demanding person seemed a little casual this time.
Chu Kong's eyes were far-reaching. When he walked to the piano, he caressed the keys and pressed down a bass key with his fingertips. The sound of the piano was as persistent and deep as his tone.
"Give her another chance. If it doesn't work, I can only accept Chu Kuo's suggestion..."
This is very helpless, Wei Qin understands.
Mr. Chu once had a disciple, who was very good at a young age, and he was highly appreciated by Mr. Chu Kong.
At that time, everyone in the Starlight Symphony Orchestra thought she would inherit her husband's mantle and become the second piano master.
It's just that no one thought that she had an accident, she would never be able to play a complete piece of music in her life, and bid farewell to the piano stage forever.
Since then, Mr. Chu Kong's temper has become more and more weird. It wasn't until he fell ill that he was forced to accept his disciples again.
The low hum of the piano continued, Wei Qin distressedly lifted Chu Kong's hand from the keyboard.
He knew that Mr. Chu could no longer control his hands autonomously.
"If Miss Shen Yixin had no accident, it would be fine." He finally couldn't help it, and came out with emotion.
Chu Kong froze suddenly, and retracted his trembling hands into his sleeves: "Don't tell her about my illness for now."
"But you..."
"Just do as I said. She recently came back from O Zhou, and it seems that she has brought back a lot of new songs. She left a message to me before saying that she met a talented arranger. I really don’t know what kind of person it is to get her. Such praise." Chu Kong laughed as he talked, and his attitude was obviously different every time Shen Yixin was mentioned.
It was different from the usual meanness and seriousness, and it was also different from the politeness to Shao Yunxuan just now. His smile came from the heart.
"Miss Shen's vision is naturally trustworthy." Wei Qin also laughed.
"Okay, before I am hospitalized, find a time to ask her to come over. I have something to tell her."
"Is it about accepting disciples?"
Chu Kong glanced at Wei Qin faintly, and then returned to the harsh piano master: "Ask so much what to do! Let's do things!"

Xiao Qimo woke up at about nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl lying on the sofa holding a novel and reading with gusto.
The sofa is very big, and she looks very small when she is slender with her legs crossed.
Her hair has grown a bit recently, sleek and sleek, and some broken hair slipped in front of her eyes. She stretched out her hand to squeeze her hair behind her ears, revealing the faintly shiny red mole.
The soft and warm light projected over, and the shredded hair on her temples gave her a touch of tenderness. When she restrained her estrangement and dudeness, she was quiet like a doll.
Xiao Qimo used a lot of patience before he got up and rushed over. In the bottom of my eyes, all the burning thoughts are irrational.
He closed the quilt silently, as if adjusting something.
But a pair of eyes have been staring directly at Lumian.
Lu Mian quickly noticed these hot eyes, and turned to look towards the head of the bed, and saw a pair of deep black eyes, looking at her unconcealed.
The waves surging under his eyes were not at all as gentle as a gentleman when he wore glasses.
"you're awake?"
Lu Mian frowned slightly, and when he took off his glasses, he was not like the people who wear glasses all the time, his eyes still have a sharp eye and his features are more sharp.
But being stared at by such eyes, no matter how good the mentality is, there will be mood swings.
She avoided his sight and asked briefly: "Aren't you shortsighted?"
Hearing what she said, Xiao Qimo instantly retracted his scorching gaze, coughing lightly: "I have a high degree of myopia. I can't see you at all here, I can only see your outline."
"Oh." She nodded. She always felt that his eyes looked like he was about to eat himself. Now she understood, and said faintly: "I don't know, I don't wear glasses."
When she said this, she didn't notice the man on the bed, and curled the corner of her lower lip slightly.
While talking, Xiao Qimo had already got up lazily, and his tall figure fell to the ground, instantly making the whole room a bit cramped.
Lu Mian also stood up, took his glasses from the bedside table next to him, and handed them to him as he pleased.
Xiao Qimo said thank you, his smile deepened.
When his eyes fell on something on the small tea table, he quietly put away his smile.