Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 472 172. The Sun Still Rises
It was a long way back to the city, and the enthusiastic driver started yawning non-stop when he saw Lao Tang getting in the car, and suggested that Lao Tang should sleep for a while.

The master said that he would call Lao Tang when he got to the place, and he just let Lao Tang sleep at ease, saying that he was a serious taxi.

Old Tang laughed.

He originally wanted to get in the car to rest for a while, seeing that the master was interesting, and he was still in a state of excitement, so he chatted with the master.

Lao Tang didn't have much story and knowledge, so after chatting for a few words, he couldn't talk anymore.

He simply listened.

I really didn't understand, so I politely interrupted to ask.

The master switched to speaking not-so-standard Mandarin, but it turned into a local dialect that Lao Tang struggled to decipher.

After going back and forth a few times, Lao Tang stopped asking.

The master's tone was smiling, so he was probably talking about happy things. If he was cursing, it was most likely cursing.

He just smiled and sighed.

After this night, Lao Tang found that his life was actually quite wonderful, even if he experienced it himself, it might not be as wonderful as what he heard and saw.

Xiaoche's breaking out of the encirclement, Li An's crying with joy, Wu Fusheng's lost and found, Jin Jiaqi's obedience to man's wish, Qi Guojuan's cursing, Fang Zheng followed closely.

Everyone immerses themselves in their role and does it themselves.

And Lin Youyou.

He couldn't find a suitable word to describe Lin Youyou.

Before listening to Lin Youyou's story, he always felt that Lin Youyou was a person who understood human emotions but chose to watch the world with a cold eye. Although Lin Youyou helped Jin Jiaqi desperately, it was still difficult for him to feel human affection from her.

But after listening to Lin Youyou's story, he realized that everything he saw before was an illusion.

Lin Youyou has also experienced confusion, pain, and anxiety that made her unable to work and live normally, and she also experienced stumbling alone in the spiritual garden of love.

Lao Tang was thrilled to hear it, and it was hard to breathe.

It's just that there is too little time, and his brain capacity is too small, so he can only grasp a little bit from the other party's words.

But he also felt that he could get a glimpse of the whole picture from these fragmented things, where there were buried regrets that he couldn't empathize with, and there was also the future that the other party was planning.

Putting all the details together, it is roughly like Lin Youyou's last words to comfort him.

Lin Youyou said to him, "Therefore, I have no regrets in the first half of my life, but I still have a lot of things to do in the second half of my life."

That peaceful smile awakened his deep love for the human species. At that moment, he only felt that Lin Youyou was shining, so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it.

At that moment, he never imagined that outside of the text of the story, a person could be so flesh and blood, so alive, and so full of vitality.

Being so thin, when he watched Lin Youyou pass the security check, she was almost submerged in the crowd in an instant.

He wrote the blessing in his heart.

"Sister Youyou, you must take care of yourself, definitely."

Just like what Lao Tang said to Lin Youyou at the end, he couldn't think of a better blessing.

Lin Youyou left, but lived in Lao Tang's heart.

Lao Tang loves such a person, not the love of a man and a woman.

It is such a person who occasionally makes this troubled world simple, and occasionally presents a glimpse.

Near the urban area, there are more and more vehicles on the brightly lit road.

When the car audio broadcast sounded, the sweet and beautiful voice in the speaker interrupted the endless talk of the driver.

"Good morning listeners, this is Wuyou MF"

With the opening of the host, Lao Tang then heard a very familiar piano melody.

The melody is very simple, in the key of C major, the scale is progressive in the right hand, accompanied by Alberti in the left hand.

Probably due to the excessive use of brain these two days, the title of the song was on Lao Tang's lips, but Lao Tang just couldn't come up with it.

suddenly.

In the end, childhood memories reminded me, and I blurted out, "Czerny 823, Article 13."

He just said, how could he not even remember this song.

The driver master heard Czerny pop out of Laotang's mouth, and said unexpectedly: "You understand?"

Old Tang smiled: "A little bit."

The driver seemed to have found a new topic, excitedly said: "This guy surnamed Che is amazing, he has written so many songs, how can he write so well."

Lao Tang laughed: "You really understand."

The driver shook his head: "My son's piano is full of books written by him, what 599, 8——8, what come here, hey, why did I forget, his teacher just asked him to practice last week, 8—"

Lao Tang reminded: "849."

Driver: "That's right, 849 is all numbers, I don't understand it either, let him learn."

While talking, the driver master started talking again, "You said that children are learning piano now, our condition is almost, but we can't let the children lose at the starting line, don't you think, a class is 240, the teacher is an artist He is from the school, and he teaches very well. I always say that he is very talented, so I told my wife that as much money as he earns is enough, let him learn. Anyway, the car is my own, so I just need to make a few more trips. You say Yes or no."

Lao Tang felt that he understood the other party's tone, but he didn't know whether he should say yes or not: "Yes."

The driver grinned: "You still know, my wife is good everywhere, just picking, you don't know that day."

As the car drove into the urban area, there were more pedestrians on both sides of the road. Children going to school, office workers on their way, old men enjoying the shade under the shade of trees, fried dough sticks stalls on the street, Lao Tang stared wide-eyed, reluctant to miss any scene.

He loves the fireworks in this world.

His eyes followed the two teenagers on bicycles galloping to the end of the road, and the sky seemed to be completely lit up.

He raised his head slightly, and a brand new red sun had already hung on the treetops.

A bit harsh.

A new day begins.
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Stepping into the morning light, Xiao Che, who had changed back to her school uniform, carried her small red schoolbag on her back again.

At this moment, he was walking into the school gate alone.

There are still 6 days until June 18th, the countdown to the junior high school exam in front of the teaching building.

The car watched for a while in front of the LED screen, and then entered the teaching building.

Class [-] of the sixth grade is at the west end of the fourth floor. As usual, she walked through the corridor on the first floor to the west end, then climbed up the west stairs to the fourth floor, and then she could reach the back door of her classroom. Since she moved to the fourth floor , This is her entry route.

Because there are always fewer people on the stairs to the west.

Famous quotes of famous people are hung in the corridors of each floor.

Passing by the classroom used in the second grade, Xiaoche saw the familiar words again, and Beethoven's red hair was still so majestic in the glass photo frame.

'Anyone who understands music will be able to escape from all troubles. '

In the past, Xiaoche didn't know Beethoven, let alone what this sentence meant.

Now that she has known Beethoven and even practiced two Beethoven's sketches, she also has her own opinion on this sentence.

Music really can make people feel relaxed and happy, just like this moment.

When she woke up early this morning, she felt that she was in a particularly good state of mind.

Not only did she win the award, but what made her even happier was the teacher's affirmation of her during dinner last night, and the Paganini she played last night.

She learned some things from it that she couldn't express for the time being, such as the flowing feeling of the sixth variation, and the three-octave arpeggio at the end. Lead yourself.

Thinking about it now, that performance made her feel that the music is both in the score and outside the score. He will ask the teacher if he thinks so in the next class.

She didn't know when the next class would be, and she was a little depressed thinking about it.

Walking into the classroom, it was very lively. Some students were busy handing in their homework, some were busy doing hygiene, but more students were busy getting together in twos and threes with nice big books in their hands.

She knew it was a classmate book.

After their entire grade department came over on May [-]st, there was a wave of enthusiasm for filling in the classmate list.

Xiao Che handed in his weekend homework, then returned to his seat in the corner, and sat down quietly.

Before the start of morning reading, she planned to memorize English words.

Not knowing where to start, she found that she liked learning a little bit.

What used to be from disliking has become less disliked.

She didn't know why, but she felt that looking at the textbook was not painful now.

Probably—whoever comprehends music can be detached from all troubles?

Xiao Che suddenly felt that Grandpa Beethoven was even more powerful. He could not only compose music, but also tell fortunes.

"Che Lin, can you fill it out for me?"

At this time, a female classmate wearing glasses stopped next to her seat, holding a blue classmate leaflet in her hand.

Xiao Che stretched out her hand a little at a loss. She and the female classmate didn't say a few words. Besides, "My handwriting is not good-looking."

The female classmate laughed: "It's okay, it's up to you, give it to me before school at noon."

"Uh, okay."

Xiao Che took it and lowered her head to take a look. Is it just her own? Ah, seeing the blood type, she suddenly felt very complicated. What is my blood type, and I don't have an English name.

The more I look at it, the more I feel a headache, and there is no Weibo, so how should I fill in the creed of life.

The most ideal career, she has a ready-made answer, and she also wants to be a piano teacher.

Ok?
the person I like?

"Cherin."

"Cherin!"

Suddenly her name was heard in the chaotic classroom. Che Lin looked up and saw that it was the monitor standing at the door of the classroom calling him.

Xiaoche put away the classmate book, got up and walked over.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Class monitor: "Mr. Xu told you to go to the office."

what.
For the first time, Xiao Che wondered if he had made any mistakes recently. No, he didn't miss class in class, and he finished his homework on time. Why did the head teacher ask me to do it?

Every time she heard the teacher call herself to go to the office, she felt scared, because nothing good would happen.

"Go quickly, don't make Teacher Xu wait."

Xiao Che nodded. She had just walked out of the classroom when the bell for early self-study rang.

The English teacher is coming, today is English morning self-study.

"Mr. Lin, I, I."

When Teacher Lin saw Che Lin, his face beamed with joy: "Don't just stand there stupidly, hurry up, your homeroom teacher is waiting for you."

Xiao Che was a little terrified, she actually saw Teacher Lin smiling at her, "Ms. Lin, I'll be right back."

Teacher Lin: "Don't worry, you don't need to go to the morning self-study today."

ah?Don't use it anymore?

The car didn't dare to delay, and trotted to the office.

The office door was open, and she saw several teachers talking inside.

With a "report", the teachers all looked over, and the office was silent for a moment.

The female teacher sitting by the west window hurriedly put down the water glass, got up and waved to her, and said enthusiastically, "Che Lin, come in quickly."

Xiao Che didn't understand, what happened today, the teachers looked at her differently than usual.

"Teacher Xu." Xiao Che walked in obediently.

Then I only heard the math teacher in the next class say, "I said this kid is a geek. I discovered it a long time ago, but he is different from other kids."

A few teachers echoed, and began to comment on the little car.

"Sit down," Teacher Xu, Xiaoche's class teacher, motioned Che Lin to sit down.

Xiao Che obediently sat on the chair beside her. This was the first time she sat in the teachers' office.

"Che Lin, it's time to enter junior high school. Have you decided where to go to school?"

Teacher Xu spoke again.
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"Thank you master, I'll be right here."

When the car was about to arrive at the hotel, Lao Tang scanned the QR code to pay. Before getting off the car, he left a small note for the driver with a phone number written on it, "If you have any problems learning the piano, just call this number."

The driver slowly stretched out his hand and didn't ask much when he took it.

Lao Tang got out of the car and closed the door, before taking two steps.

Came from behind, "Are you a teacher?"

He stopped and turned his head, and saw that the driver had already opened the passenger window and stuck his head out.

Lao Tang smiled: "I am Lao Tang."

After finishing speaking, Lao Tang turned around and walked forward.

This is the same street. After living here for more than half a month, Lao Tang is already familiar with every plant and tree here. He even noticed that the billboard in front of the store on the left has been changed overnight.

He was leaving here tomorrow, and he suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

Suddenly, he quickened his pace, he thought he had misread just now.

Downstairs of the hotel is just at the door, and the man and woman with a suitcase are Wu Fusheng and Jin Jiaqi.

The two were smiling and holding hands, as if they were waiting for a car or him.

"No."

Lao Tang's feet were a little lighter, and he stepped forward in two steps and asked in surprise, "You two haven't slept?"

Jin Jiaqi: "Hey, good morning Brother Chong."

Wu Fusheng: "After sleeping for a while, why did you come back?"

Seeing the two of them as if they were dreaming, for a moment, he felt that yesterday was like a dream, he must be too tired:
"After the two of you got on the bus, Fangzheng and Qi Guojuan talked again, and then they both wanted to leave, and asked me, I wondered if I was going to be a light bulb if I wanted to go with them, and I was also sleepy, so let They left first, I found a place to sleep at the airport for a while, woke up and took a taxi back, and I ran into you two as soon as I got out of the car."

"By the way, why don't you sleep in a little longer and book tickets so early?"

Jin Jiaqi: "I can't sleep anymore, we want to leave early and return to Haishi early."

Lao Tang nodded, "You have to go back two days in advance, why do you have to let your family know about the two of you before you leave?"

As he spoke, he noticed the large T-shirt on Jin Jiaqi's body, and then changed his voice and joked, "I've changed into this one."

Jin Jiaqi laughed, and explained a little shyly: "I packed all my clothes and sent them back. I have nothing to change, so I can only wear his clothes."

"Very good, it fits well." Lao Tang looked at Jin Jiaqi and nodded, then gave Wu Fusheng a meaningful look, "It seems that you two really don't plan to go back with me tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, all three of them laughed.

Jin Jiaqi stuck out her tongue, "Why don't you come with us, brother Chong, let's play together for two more days."

Wu Fusheng: "The ticket has already been bought for you, I'll wait for you to come back, let's go?"

Lao Tang grinned, stepped forward again, hugged the two of them into his arms, and whispered:
"Hurry up and get out, you two are done having fun, and I haven't finished my business yet."

Lao Tang was actually a little tempted, but he dismissed the idea after thinking about it, he couldn't.

Nothing to do with girls.

(End of this chapter)