Unprepared for attacking wife

Chapter 126 That Woman Is His Favorite
As long as she thinks that someone is worried because of herself, Kapok feels that the hope on her shoulders is heavier.

Holding her big hand, it will be tight, Mu Mian raised his head, and met Shang Lian's clear and calm eyes that seemed to have no emotional changes.

"It's still two months before your official performance."

Kapok looked at him and nodded numbly.

He added: "Then this time, it's a preview in advance, and play the piano you like for me."

Kapok blinked her eyes, then nodded again.

"Okay, let's go."

Mu Mian slowly looked back, hugged his piano, stood up, and repeated what he said just now in his head.

Play the piano she likes for him, and let him listen alone.

After going backstage and sitting in the corner, she couldn't help but lowered her head and laughed.

The competition had already started, and the waiting contestants came to the stage one by one, and it was almost Kapok's turn, but she became more and more relaxed.Sitting there, took out the mobile phone to find out the songs to be entered, put on the earphones, sat in the corner, and slowly closed the eyes.

At this time, the phone vibrated and a call came in.

She picked it up, and a lazy and deep voice came from the receiver: "What are you doing?"

"Listen to Bach."

"You like him very much?"

Kapok lowered her eyes and smiled, and responded slightly: "Yes."

"Where's Elgar?" he asked.

She replied: "Yes."

"Schubert?"

"like."

"Brahms?"

"like."

"And me?"

"like."

Mu Mian was stunned suddenly, and a deep laugh came from the other end of the phone. After that, he said: "Okay, I'm fine." After speaking, the phone hung up.

Kapok stared at her phone in disbelief. At this moment, someone called her: "Non-professional contestant, No. 7, Shang Kapok, Shang Kapok."

"Oh, here we come." Mu Mian hurriedly got up, no longer in the mood to answer the prank phone call, quickly cheered up, followed the teacher in front, and walked out from the backstage...

The moment she saw the brilliant lights on the stage, her steps froze.

The scene in front of me is so familiar, like a picture that has appeared countless times in her dreams...

In the dream, there is a gorgeous stage, and there is her on the stage.

"Shang kapok?" The teacher reminded her, "Go up quickly!"

Kapok woke up, nodded to the teacher, and then stepped onto the stage step by step.

When the warm light shone on her body, she knew clearly that the dream mirror had become a reality, and all the trembling stopped, she turned around slowly, sat down, raised her head, and was too far away from the auditorium , It was so dark there that I couldn't see anything clearly.She squinted, but still couldn't see.

There was only a row of judges in front of her, all staring at her.

I vaguely heard someone asking in a low voice: "Is her violin the Stradivari cello that was auctioned not long ago?"

"That's right, I heard that the violin is in City D... I didn't expect it to belong to this student!"

"It's such a reckless waste of money. Such a valuable and precious piano is actually used by an amateur! Hehe, it's good to have money."

Mu Mian's face turned red, and even she felt that, according to her current level, she was really ashamed of this piano.

After a brief check, she was signaled to begin.

Mu Mian took a deep breath, didn't think about anything, put the bow on the cello, and slowly closed his eyes.What came to my ear was the sentence just now: Just let me listen to it alone.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the piano sounded, in the most advanced and gorgeous concert hall in D City.

The competition is open, facing media publicity and music lovers, it will be held in a multi-functional concert hall that can accommodate 500 people at the same time. By.These people may not be able to play musical instruments, but their ears are very picky, and they can tell if there are any flaws.But because it is a competition of non-professional groups, they are more tolerant and will not ask them from a professional perspective.

Kapok sat alone on the stage of the first test, playing a relatively uncomplicated entry piece. She was not in a hurry, enjoying every little surprise the notes brought her.

Because, he said, her performance was for him alone.

The judges, who were still contemptuous at first, showed an expression of "as expected" after hearing the sound of her piano, then put down their pens, folded their arms around their chests, and seemed relaxed, not paying much attention.But gradually, the expressions on some people's faces changed.

With the deepening of Popper's etudes, Kapok is getting better and better. The fingers that control the strings are jumping flexibly. Some movements are completely from the depths of memory, which makes her look, unlike what is shown in the data, a cello without touch. How long have you been a non-professional player.

The faces of the judges began to look like they were listening, perhaps infected by her relaxed state of mind, and some even began to close their eyes and listen, which meant that they were enjoying the music, not the assessment.

The mellow and simple sound of the cello is melodious, worthy of being called the "Music Lady". Its sound is not necessarily gorgeous, even low-key, without any limelight.But it is this kind of unhurried energy that makes people addicted, and I would rather be drunk for a long time.

Under the stage, Xun Lang opened his mouth in shock and widened his eyes. He asked a little excitedly: "Professor! She will definitely pass, right? She will definitely pass!"

Yang Hao didn't speak, but just gave a nasal "hmm".

Xun Lang was startled, and turned to look at the professor. He lowered his head at this moment, unable to see his expression clearly, and slowly took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and put them on again.

Only then did Xun Lang realize that the professor's expectation of kapok had already exceeded that of an ordinary teacher and student, and he was more like a father who finally waited for the day when his daughter would bloom beautifully.The strange thing is that, as Yang Hao's most satisfied student, he didn't feel jealous, not at all.Even, quite proud of kapok.

He smiled wryly, this feeling is really strange!Could it be that at a young age, he also found the feeling of being a father? !
The man sitting on the other side of Yang Hao only had his eyes on the stage the whole time, and his clear eyes were already shocked by her on the stage.

In his life, the most beautiful picture he has ever seen is nothing more than this.

She is really beautiful on stage, with long hair hanging down, and a few naughty strands on her forehead, half covering her eyes.She is quiet, holding the cello that looks heavy and clumsy, but it is so harmonious that people can't take their eyes off it. All impetuousness can be healed by the sound of her piano.

He watched, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and suddenly felt very proud, very proud, and wanted to tell the whole world that the woman on the stage was his favorite.

(End of this chapter)