Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 422 123. The Ragdoll in the Corner

Che Lin went back to the lounge again, and saw that her father, Aunt Sang, and Xiao Bei, Mark, and the others had already stood up.

I didn't see Wang Xiaohu and Liu Fengrui.

"Linlin." At this time Xiaobei stepped forward, "Is it over now?"

Che Lin looked around and saw that everyone was looking at her encouragingly. She nodded, thinking that it would be better if Brother Nail and Zhizhi were there.

A group of people left a corner, Che Yaoguang walked in front to open the door for a few children, the huge lounge did not quiet down because of their departure, it was still noisy.

In the other corner, Zhang Yahui plucked up her courage, turned her head to her father, but couldn't open her mouth.

Zhang Dong showed a puzzled expression, put down the music score in his hand, and asked with a soft smile, "What's wrong, Huihui?"

moment.

Zhang Yahui held her breath, opened her mouth, her long eyelashes trembling, "Dad, can I go out and have a look," she said while paying attention to her father's expression, swallowed her saliva, and her voice became smaller and smaller , "I want to hear this classmate play the piano again"

Yesterday in the audience, after listening to Che Lin's ballet, she thought the piece played by this classmate was very nice and free, and she wanted to listen to this classmate play the piano again.

After she finished speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief, her father's expression didn't change, which at least showed that she didn't make any serious mistakes.

However, "Huihui, you have to firmly believe that you play the best."

After speaking, Zhang Dong ignored his daughter and picked up the music score in his hand to continue reading.

Zhang Yahui withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and took out a little monkey doll from her skirt pocket to play with.

At this moment, Zhang Dong's calm voice sounded again, he was neither hasty nor impatient, neither slow nor slow, sounding bloodless, "Pretend it, you are not allowed to take this thing with you when you go out in the future, and if I find out that I will tear it up."

Zhang Yahui was so frightened that she hurriedly stuffed the little monkey back into the bag, stuffed it hard until it reached the deepest point, and then wrapped the little monkey with school uniform trousers.

She never dared to think about going out with the little monkey, the little friend who grew up with her since she was a child.

The little monkey has never made any mistakes, never played the wrong note, never missed the rhythm, and never disobedient. The little monkey is the most obedient child.

She didn't dare to imagine the scene of the little monkey being torn apart, and she didn't suspect that her father was just scaring her.

Without the monkey by her side, she wasn't sure if she would be torn apart by midnight nightmares.

More and more frequently, she felt that Huihui lived very hard, lived like a criminal, and at this moment, Huihui shrank her neck and dared not take a breath, as if taking a breath was committing a crime.

Dad will never allow Huihui to make mistakes, as long as Huihui makes mistakes, father will be angry, Huihui really doesn't want her father to be angry again, let alone her parents wrestling for Huihui, and she doesn't want her mother to get hurt again.

The thought in my mind couldn't help but arise again.

Could it be that if Huihui was gone, Dad would no longer be angry, and Mom would no longer be hurt.

Thinking of her mother, her heart was scratched inch by inch like a carving knife.

Shaking her head, she deflated.

Mom can't live without Huihui, without Huihui's mother, she wouldn't be a mother.

Huihui can't cry, her father will be angry.

No one notices here, and no light shines here.

In the rest room full of laughter, a 12-year-old girl is biting her inner lip hard to prevent tears from shedding, controlling her shoulders from shaking, and trying to keep herself from making any sound.

In the shadows, she was trying her best to turn herself into a quiet rag doll like a little monkey.

After a while, she took a light breath.

Zhang Dong on the side didn't notice the faintly trembling shoulders of his daughter just now, as if he was completely lost his perception by the mystery of the music score in his hand.

He has been studying this Chopin work for almost two years. Since his daughter came into contact with works of classicism the year before last, he is preparing for today.

It's time for my daughter to touch the works of the wave era.

But the more he researched, the more questions he had, and the more things he couldn't understand. For example, the music terms under the bar line in front of him, he didn't know how to continue reading unless he figured it out. Take a music dictionary with you.

Zhang Dong took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyebrows.

He admits that he has never played such difficult works himself, but he thinks the reason is the same.

He firmly believes that the mysteries of musical expression are all in the notes, so no matter how complicated the score is, it can be dismembered little by little.

Take his time, he must find a solution, and when his daughter plays a piece of Chopin, he will find a suitable opportunity to take her to Yanjing and ask a real piano educator to give her advice.

Just like Master Lin Lang's road to fame back then.

As if he had heard the unanimous praise of the masters for his daughter, he was so moved that he was about to cry.

He kept taking deep breaths, and when his emotions calmed down, he moved his eyes to the side.

"Huihui."

Zhang Yahui had already quietly wiped the corners of her eyes, but she still felt a little frightened when she heard her father calling her again. She was afraid that the corners of her eyes had not been wiped clean, and she was beaten again because she cried in the corridor outside yesterday.

But rather than being beaten, she was more afraid that her father would find out what she was thinking just now.

"Father." She replied calmly.

Seeing his daughter's reluctance to look up, Zhang Dong said gently after a while, "Huihui, you've grown up, you're not suitable for playing with toys anymore, only children play with toys, remember?"

As soon as Zhang Yahui heard the little monkey, she didn't dare to look up, she just begged to the corner of her skirt in a restrained and anxious tone: "Father, I will never bring the little monkey out again, can you please stop the little monkey."

She couldn't go on.

Zhang Dong: "Look up."

Zhang Yahui raised her head, her pupils constricted violently and she subconsciously turned her head back, her eyes dodged and closed.

However, what she expected did not happen.

In the next second, "Father promised you."

With a sigh of relief, she slowly opened her eyes and found that her father's palm had been gently covering her head.

Feeling the warmth of her father's palm, seeing her father's gentle eyes close at hand, she thought of her childhood, when she hadn't learned the piano, and her father would never get angry, every day he would sit by the piano and listen to his father playing the piano, Every time Dad finished playing a piece, he would pat her head, like this.

"Thank you, Dad." She didn't know what happened to Dad suddenly.

After about a few seconds, Zhang Dong withdrew his hand, leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Dad promises you, as long as you don't get distracted by the monkey and affect your piano practice, dad will let the monkey stay with you forever, okay?"

As if she was relieved after hearing the conditions, Zhang Yahui nodded vigorously this time, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw for the little monkey, "Dad, I promise! I promise I won't distract the little monkey from practicing piano!"

Zhang Dong smiled, stopped Zhang Yahui closer to him, and said loudly, "Dad is very satisfied with your performance tonight. You can make one request, and Dad will definitely satisfy you."

Zhang Yahui let out a cry.

She remembered that the last time she had a chance to raise conditions was when she performed at school on New Year's Day. Because she played well, her father rewarded her with a chance to raise conditions.

Last time she went to the library and bought a comic book she liked for a long time.

It's just that the comic book was torn up by my father within a few days.

Thinking of the torn comic book, Zhang Yahui pursed her lips, she dared not mention it, then shook her head.

Guessing what his daughter was thinking, Zhang Dong asked soothingly, "Do you want to go to the zoo tomorrow?"

Zhang Yahui's eyes lit up when she heard the zoo, she wanted to go, to see all kinds of small animals, "Dad, I will definitely make up for the missed piano practice time!"

Zhang Dong raised his hand and scratched his daughter's nose: "What a good boy, good! Tomorrow, the three of us will go to the zoo in the morning, take you to eat fried chicken at noon, go to the library in the afternoon, and Dad will buy you a comic book."

Already dazzled by happiness, Zhang Yahui nodded before she had time, and then just listened, "Come on, let's go out and listen."

After a pause, "But you know it."

"Dad, I know."

Seeing that her father finally agreed to her request just now, she was both happy and scared.

She was happy that her father was very kind to her tonight, and what she was afraid of was not knowing why her father was so kind to her tonight.

Quickly packed up things, Zhang Yahui followed Zhang Dong.

Amidst the weird gazes around them, the father and daughter left the rest room.

At this time, a patriarch sighed, the child is really pitiful.

Outside the door, Zhang Dong took the initiative to hold his daughter's hand.

At this moment, the balance in Zhang Yahui's heart leaned towards her father again, and unconsciously her small body also leaned towards her father.

"Does your arm still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, Dad."

"Hui Hui, can you understand Dad?"

"Yes, Dad."
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Children are children, and they come and go quickly.

But children are children, and no one knows what they have thought.
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Six minutes ago, Liu Fengrui found Wang Xiaohu in a corner of the backstage hall.

He followed Che Lin out just now before Che Lin came back, and he also found that Wang Xiaohu was acting strangely when he went out just now.

He looked around and found that Wang Xiaohu was sitting on a tall box with a plastic pipe in his mouth, dangling his legs, looking very leisurely.

"What are you doing?" This scene made him a little angry, "Che Lin is going to be on stage soon!"

Of course Wang Xiaohu knew, and jumped down from the top, "I'm about to go back and call her."

Hearing Wang Xiaohu's tone, Liu Fengrui couldn't detect anything tricky, but he still asked, "Are you okay just now?"

Wang Xiaohu said like looking at a fool: "Are you okay?"

Liu Fengrui frowned, leaned closer to him and looked at Wang Xiaohu's face, maybe he felt wrong.

Well, he shrugged, and then criticized, "You are not enough brother."

Wang Xiaohu: "Huh?"

Liu Fengrui: "You played yesterday afternoon, I came to see you specially, and I didn't even watch Chen Zitong's match!"

Wang Xiaohu: "You and her?"

Liu Fengrui: "She and I are also brothers! And this is not the point! Why didn't you come backstage when I was on stage just now, but you came up in Xiaobei!"

Not to mention that Wang Xiaohu is not afraid, he asked instead, "Do you know who is next to me?"

Liu Fengrui was taken aback by Wang Xiaohu's expression, "Who, could it be a teacher?"

Wang Xiaohu put on an expression that you don't understand anything, and almost said what a teacher is in his heart, "It's the teacher's teacher! Our master!"

Liu Fengrui was at a loss for words, "Well, well, anyway, you have to make up for my mental damage fee."

The two were chattering, and there was a sound of footsteps coming out of the chaotic passage.

They looked at the same time and saw that Che Lin, Xiaobei, and Mark and the others had already come out, followed by Che Lin's parents.

"I don't care, you have to buy me two bottles of Coke."

After speaking, Liu Fengrui went up to meet him first, followed by Wang Xiaohu.

The five small partners met again at the entrance of the backstage. At this moment, the performance of the No.17 player on the stage was coming to an end.

Che Lin made the final preparations, she took a deep breath, and began to think about the theme of Paganini for the last time in her mind, and when she was in the third section, she suddenly coughed again.

This cough made the surrounding people nervous again.

Che Yaotian hastily stretched out his hand to touch Che Lin's forehead, "Linlin, is that okay? If not, just tell me, didn't Teacher Li say, we still have the Rongcheng Cup."

Several friends followed suit except Wang Xiaohu.

Che Lin shook her head, "I'm fine."

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a while, but stepped forward and said, "If you can't support your body halfway through the playing, you should stop. No one requires you to finish the piece completely. It will be bad if it affects the next competition."

Che Lin thought for a while, then hummed, "Are you okay?"

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head loudly, and said with a naive smile, "I just came out to keep an eye on you. I was about to call you when you came out."

Che Lin said softly, "Thank you."

She was also worried about whether what she said during the break time made Wang Xiaohu unhappy, if so, she would apologize to Wang Xiaohu.

Although I feel that Wang Xiaohu is still a little weird at the moment, but she is about to take the stage, so I will ask again when I have a chance.

Withdrawing her thoughts, she continued to play the score in her mind.

1 minute later.

There was applause at the scene, and the atmosphere in the backstage immediately became tense.

Che Yaoguang helped her daughter take off her coat, and Sang Ping finally checked Che Lin's clothes and appearance, everything was fine, except for a small chip in her hair.

When everything was ready, Xiaobei smiled, stepped forward and stretched out his fist, "Come on, Linlin!"

Liu Fengrui then stretched out his fist: "Come on, come on, the hope of the whole village!"

Marco is already familiar with this ceremony. He not only stretches out his fist, but also shouts the slogan: "The chariot god is mighty!"

Ha ha ha ha - everyone laughed.

Wang Xiaohu rubbed his nose, changed his usual open and closed style, stretched out his fist, and said softly, "Che Lin, come on."

Faced with all kinds of encouragement from her friends, Che Lin's body was once again filled with a power called friendship,

She stuck out her fist at last.

Five fists of different sizes came together, "Come on!"

Everyone in the background was shocked by this scene.

It was as if five children were surrounded by a mysterious force in a circle.

"No.18 contestant, No. 027 in Group A, Che Lin, performance piece, Berkovich Variations on a Theme of Paganini."

Che Lin withdrew her arm, turned around and walked towards the brightly lit backstage door.

The thin back gives people a kind of strength to move forward!
In the distance from the crowd, Zhang Yahui looked at Che Lin's back, and the two small hands beside her legs clenched into fists excitedly.

She didn't know why she was so excited, she wanted to see more clearly, and unconsciously moved two steps forward.

Behind him, Zhang Dong also moved forward a few steps, and his eyes were fixed on the back of Xiao Xiao who had already walked on the stage.

He admitted that the talent of this girl is not inferior to that of his daughter.
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"Wow-"

Facing the applause, Che Lin stopped in the middle of the stage, turned around, and faced the auditorium again. She hoped that the teacher would not be disappointed tonight.

(End of this chapter)