My imagination has come true

Chapter 2 Absolute Pitch
"Teacher Zhang, look, what virtue does she have!"

Sun Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said, "Mu Qingyun, what did you do to our family, Aizhen? I...I asked Aizhen's classmate, she hasn't gone to school for the past three days."

She lowered her voice a bit.

Just now she found an excuse to go to No. [-] Middle School to inquire. Aizhen asked for sick leave, and even had her signature on the leave slip.

Sun Xiaomei was really terrified, but her daughter was studying in No. [-] Middle School in Taoshi. No. [-] Middle School was different from a crappy school like No. [-] Middle School. Not only were the students eager to learn, but the teachers were also strict.

Not only did she dare not go to school to make a fuss about her daughter, but she also had to cover it up for the child.

In case the teachers and classmates at the school know that Aizhen is lying, the child will not be able to hold back.

After tossing and tossing for a day, he was quite exhausted mentally, Mu Qingyun sighed slightly in his heart, and didn't bother to care about Sun Xiaomei's black face.

"Don't stare, I didn't lose your daughter."

After yawning, Mu Qingyun persuaded Mr. Zhang, who was still restless after get off work, to go home, promising that nothing would happen, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to find her, follow me."

Mu Qingyun led Sun Xiaomei out from the back door of No. [-] Middle School and went straight to the back street.

Along the way, Sun Xiaomei always had the expression that whenever my daughter loses a hair, I will peel your skin off.

In the old building at the back street, there is a small stage. When you open the mottled door, you can hear the noisy sound inside.

Mu Qingyun calmly raised his hand and pointed: "Hey."

At this time, the rehearsal was going on on the stage, and there were countless young people showing their talents, playing the piano, violin, erhu, and some people sang with all their heart.

Mu Aizhen was also there, and she was a very conspicuous character. She was the host.

Sun Xiaomei's expression changed immediately.

Mu Qingyun sneered: "Mu Aizhen has always wanted to be a singer and an actress. You and my dad disagree. She feels that she has aspirations that are difficult to achieve. You parents don't understand her. It just so happened that a music festival came near the school recently." The talent show group said that the primary election is going on, so it's no wonder Mu Aizhen didn't go."

Sun Xiaomei's teeth were creaking, and she boiled and boiled for nearly an hour. Finally, when the rehearsal on the stage was over, she rushed over a few steps, grabbed her daughter who came down from the stage, and lowered her voice to coax and deceive. He flickered her to go out.

Mu Aizhen's face drooped and she was angry. When she saw Mu Qingyun, she became even more furious: "You brought my mother here? Crazy, you just don't like me and are jealous of me."

Mu Qingyun was a little helpless, this half-sister had always been bitter in front of her, she was usually angry, but for some reason, today she suddenly felt a little funny, and accidentally laughed out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

Mu Qingyun blinked: "It was none of my business at first, but now that I think about it, I'd better tell you, you are really not this kind of material, don't harm other people's music circle."

As he spoke, he pretended not to see Mu Aizhen's red eyes, and casually pointed at the working camera.

"Seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds, you just commented on Master Ruth's work "Morning Light" played by No. 32, and said it was absolutely perfect. Heh, I wonder if there is something wrong with your ears?"

"The second movement, the eighth measure, the fourth measure of the third movement, the number 6 was deliberately corrected because of a wrong note, the rhythm became messy, and then it was played quickly and excessively showing off skills, resulting in front and rear splits and a great loss of fluency Sex, the audience wants to go crazy listening to those noises, this is perfect? ​​Don't say it out and make people laugh!"

Mu Aizhen choked suddenly: "Nonsense!"

"There is still about 31 minutes of rehearsal. For performer No. 9, you have been touting for a long time. He played very well, but you should know that what he played is not "Birth March", but "Sunset March". It was adapted by Master Chris at his 70th birthday party after completing the "Birth March".

"Everyone also jokingly called it a cheerful tomb march. A waiter at the time, who later became his student teacher Xiang Shaohua, was the first to clearly utter this little joke."

"Many people know the story. If you don't know it, please think about how to hide your clumsiness. Don't keep showing your presence. The director will be very embarrassed."

Mu Aizhen: "..."

"puff!"

A young man who just got off the stage, who should be Mu Aizhen's senior, happened to pass by and heard it, and couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment, "Finally someone figured out what I was playing, just now Mu Xuemei commented so well Seriously... I don't have the nerve to refute."

As he said that, he looked at Mu Qingyun with sparkling eyes, "You must have absolute pitch, such a talent, tsk!"

Mu Aizhen: "..."

Many staff members around looked over, and many of them had smiles on their faces.

Mu Aizhen trembled a few times, turned around suddenly and rushed out. Sun Xiaomei glared at Mu Qingyun angrily, and hurriedly followed her out.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, adjusted his heavy schoolbag, and walked slowly to the bus station.

The bus was very slow, and when we got back to the No. [-] Middle School’s family courtyard, the sun was setting and it was already dusk.

Mu Qingyun went up to the second floor, and heard harsh noises inside before entering the door.

"Why doesn't she leave? Our family is living a good life, why let an outsider disturb you!"

She paused: Mu Aizhen doesn't like it, so does she like it?
With a sneer, he pushed the door open and entered.

Suddenly, Mu Aizhen's voice stopped abruptly, she turned around abruptly, stared at her with wide eyes, and asked angrily, "When did you learn piano and vocal music?"

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and guessed that she was going crazy. Thinking of the farce, he felt a little happy in his heart, and smiled lightly: "It's still hard to learn? I'm still surprised. Why did you take a piano class for so many years?" He can also play very poorly, and his vocal music is also a mess!"

In the past few years, Mu Qingyun, a good stepmother, Sun Xiaomei, felt sorry for everyone she met, saying that her precious daughter, Mu Aizhen, was a pity because she had to make her daughter give up and continue the piano training class because there was another person in the family to eat.

Talking too much, the two girls have to believe that what they say is the truth, Mu Aizhen doesn't play the piano, it's not because she has no talent and is not as good as her classmates, so she can't stand the gap, and refuses to say anything. It was her fault that Mu Qingyun came to this house suddenly.

Mu Aizhen's face froze, her eyes flushed faintly.

Sun Xiaomei was obviously also very upset. She lowered her head and stopped looking at Mu Qingyun, and only talked with her daughter.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely stiff.

Sun Xiaomei is very good at isolating her, and Mu Qingyun can clearly feel that here, Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao, and even Mu Siping are one.

In the past, when she saw Sun Xiaomei ignoring her with a straight face, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, and she always felt like she was under the fence.

It's okay to arrive today, my mind is full of those come true scripts, I'm very tired, watching Sun Xiaomei and the others act like a joy, it's actually quite relaxing.

Holding her schoolbag, Mu Qingyun casually walked towards her room.

Sun Xiaomei coaxed her daughter to herself: "You are angry because of an idiot like Mu Qingyun, how worthless? Think about where you will stand in the future? In the halls of famous universities, all the people you associate with are first-class people, just that idiot , she won't even be able to go to college, and she will be a hard worker in the future."

"Just wait and see, in less than 20 years, your two lives will be completely different in ten years."

When Sun Xiaomei spoke, she acted as if no one was around, and she looked down on the world with contempt.

Mu Qingyun finally couldn't help rolling his eyes.

She heard these words countless times, and sometimes she would dream in the middle of the night and think that Sun Xiaomei's words were ugly, but what she said was not completely unreasonable.

She didn't study well, so Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao were admitted to the best No. [-] middle school in Taoshi, and she went to the worst No. [-] middle school.

But can it be all her fault?Those two usually don't have to do anything at home, just study, and there are various cram schools during holidays.

What about her?Not to mention the cram school, she does all the big and small jobs at home, and even if she wants to finish her homework quietly, she has to stay up until late at night.

Everyone is saying that she is far inferior to Mu Aizhen, not only her stepmother, but her father also said so behind her back, her grandparents who took leave of school to serve for more than three months during the critical period of the third day of the lunar new year said so. She, my father's colleagues, all said the same thing.

Every time I hear it, my heart hurts like a knife.

But today, Mu Qingyun hardly felt anything special. Compared with the greater pressure on her, it was difficult for Sun Xiaomei and his like to arouse her emotions no matter what they did.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingyun remembered how she made Mu Aizhen cry in anger in the back street today.

Speaking of which, she should know nothing about music. How could Sun Xiaomei give her the chance to get in touch with art when she was in charge?

It's just that in this script, she was a big boss in her previous life, proficient in all kinds of arts in the world, and when she uttered a word at her peak, tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and ears.

One day, the boss did some divination on a whim, and found out that she has few relatives in the next life, and she has achieved nothing in her life, and she is sad for a while.

Mu Qingyun saw in her mind the predictions made by the big bosses in her previous life, and she couldn't help sighing inwardly about her own future, but she also felt that maybe the script that was completed by fate was her real future.

After failing the college entrance examination, Sun Xiaomei didn't let her study, so she found a job as a cashier in a supermarket outside the community. Apart from going to work, she would do housework at home and take care of her aging grandparents.

Looking back at the past at the age of 40, I have achieved nothing, no home, no job, no savings.

Completely became Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao's control group, and became the No. 1 meal in the Mu family, no one looked down on her.

"Ah!"

Nothing in the world lasts forever. Immortals and celestial beings have five decays, and immortals will die one day. She thought of a way to let her inherit everything about herself at a certain necessary moment after reincarnation.

It is probably for this reason that Mu Qingyun found that he has a little understanding of music and the like, and has inexplicably added this 'absolute pitch'.

Anyway, it is enough to bully Mu Aizhen.

Her room is on the balcony. Although the house has four bedrooms and one living room, the vacant room is the study of Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao, and she is not allowed to use it.

Mu Siping partitioned off the balcony to give her an independent space.

After living for so long, I have gotten used to it. Although it is cold in winter and hot in summer, it is still quiet.

Sitting at the edge of the table, Mu Qingyun smiled.

In fact, she is an open-minded person, and she rarely gets entangled. She just said that the script she wrote will come true. Since it is a definite fact, the only thing she can do now is to live the life she wants to live and pay more attention to it. The benefits of this incident for her.

As for the trouble, the soldiers came to cover up the water and soil, and acted according to circumstances.

She is well aware that when her script is over and the curtain falls, the rules that bind her characters disappear.

Therefore, the only thing she should do is to regard the plot she knows as a prophecy, correct all the plot lines that should not appear with her heart, and protect all the people who should be protected.

On the day the plot ends, these 'characters' are naturally free.

(End of this chapter)