Rebirth: Starting from Saving the Desperate Girl

Chapter 72 What is Preference? (Read on Monday!)

“You played the wrong note.”

Faced with the scene carefully created by the girl, Chen An looked at her for a while and suddenly uttered these four words.

So, the girl sitting quietly on the bench changed her temperament, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and whispered in the cherry blossom language.

"Brother is so annoying, stupid brother!"

Chen An smiled and walked over to sit next to her.

"You're scolding me secretly again?"

"No."

He flatly denied it.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't treat your brother like a fool. At least I can understand what you're saying, right?"

The girl's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head and stopped talking.

"Haha, she's actually making rapid progress... It seems like my little Xi is still very determined and has actually persevered."

Facing his sigh, Chen Xi snorted and refuted in a low voice.

"What do you mean by your family? I'm not that bad. I'm just learning piano. Brother, are you taking care of the kids?"

But even so, the girl couldn't suppress the corners of her lips, which betrayed her.

Chen An found it a little funny, so he leaned on the small table beside him with one hand and looked at her sideways.

"Then play another song for me."

Chen Xi was in a good mood at the moment, so of course he didn't refuse. He pressed his fingers lightly, and the unfinished melody sounded again.

It was fine at first, but gradually, feeling the gaze of the boy next to her, her heartbeat inexplicably quickened as she played the guitar.

The gaze was actually very gentle, not particularly aggressive. It just looked quietly at the girl's profile, as if admiring her, or feeling secretly proud of herself.

As if to say.

Look, I cultivated this myself...

Finally, the girl's face became redder and redder, her fair skin was dyed with the same clouds as outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and her ears were unusually red.

'锵'

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is going to happen.

Her mind was in a mess and her fingers lost control, so she played the wrong notes.

Then she pouted her pink lips, seeming a little aggrieved.

Chen An clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Why don't you play the song you are familiar with, but have to play this one?"

"Because this is the song you wrote, brother."

The girl tilted her head and blinked.

Chen An was stunned and explained: "I told you a long time ago, I am just repeating what others say."

"Okay, okay, I'm just repeating what others have said..."

Chen Xi chuckled and changed the subject: "Then why didn't I find it on the computer?"

It would be strange if you could find it.

Chen An complained in his heart that he had nothing to do that day, so he played a song at home that was not created until a few years later.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xi happened to run into him when he returned home, and pestered him to write the music score.

"The Internet isn't that advanced right now. Maybe in two years, you'll be able to find it."

Chen An thought for a moment and said, "Besides, don't you see how old your brother is? He can already write music on his own?"

I thought this reason was perfect, but the girl didn't care.

She has much more confidence in Chen An than Chen An has in himself.

In her eyes, no matter what achievements Chen An made, it should be his due.

"Hehe, what's the big deal? Look at those talented musicians. Which one of them became famous at the age of eleven or twelve?"

"...You really think highly of me."

Chen An smiled helplessly and rubbed her head.

Actually, the brother and sister went to learn piano together.

It happened last year. At that time, Chen Xi had just proposed the idea, and the next day his old father asked someone to move a piano up.

Chen An wasn't very interested, but since he was accompanying his sister, he just followed along and learned for a while.

The main reason was that he could play the bamboo flute in his previous life and understood music scores. Plus, he had an adult soul, so naturally he learned much faster than a girl.

We are not pursuing any high level of elegance, it is completely sufficient to just entertain ourselves and fool the laymen.

"Brother, please play it for me."

As he was thinking about it, the girl came up to him and hugged his arm.

Her face leaned against my shoulder skillfully, and the fragrance of her hair penetrated into my nose.

It's a little fresh, with a hint of lavender. "Okay."

Chen An rarely refused her requests.

Except climbing into bed.

So the boy stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers fell on the keys.

Chen Xi no longer crossed his arms to avoid being a nuisance to him, but instead followed Chen An's example and turned half of his body to the side, staring at him without blinking.

But unfortunately, the same trick obviously didn't work on Chen An.

The boy looked calm and composed, his upper body straight, and his temperament seemed more elegant.

In other words, people are accustomed to attaching this word to every musician who plays seriously, whether it is piano, flute, or erhu.

He closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then opened them.

The next moment, he applied a little force to bend his knuckles.

Notes flow out like a gurgling stream, bringing out the first melody.

The tone was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. It was low at first, like a thin stream of clear water in the mountains, rising and falling.

As the melody gradually began to rise, it suddenly paused at a certain moment, and when it sounded again, the pitch had become high-pitched.

Surging and turbulent.

It seems to express a lot of emotions.

Chen Xi watched quietly, and without knowing when, his gaze had shifted from the boy's profile to the pair of slender white hands.

She watched the hands jumping back and forth on the piano keys, and was actually a little fascinated.

No one would have thought that the reason she wanted to learn the piano was that she felt it would be a shame if her brother's beautiful hands did not play on the keys.

Now that imagination has become reality, Chen Xi couldn't help but think back to the afternoon when he found her.

At that time, her legs had not healed yet, so she could only sit in a wheelchair and watch the boy go to the kitchen to help his mother wash vegetables.

She was left in the shabby living room, feeling the evening breeze blowing in through the rusty window and licking a bite of ice cream.

I only remember that the clouds outside the window were as beautiful as they are now.

At that time, Yuzuru Hanyu thought that perhaps this was the happiness described in the book.

Now her life is getting better and better. She changed her surname and moved to another place, and no longer has that rusty little window.

But the people around me have never changed.

All good things seem to have started from meeting him.

The melody is slowly coming to an end.

As the boy played the last note, his jumping hands finally stopped.

"Remember the name of this song I told you before?"

The sudden question woke the girl up.

She rubbed her eyes and gave a faint smile.

“It’s a preference.”

She saw the young man nodded and pointed again.

The familiar melody started again, but with a completely different rhythm.

The tone begins to slow down, and the early preparations also lengthen.

Even time seemed to slow down at this moment.

She saw the young man smile as he listened to the familiar yet somewhat strange piano music.

“It’s a speed change.”

“That’s called partiality.”

he said softly.

……

……

at night.

Lock the door.

Chen An came to the desk and took out the slightly wrinkled yellow envelope.

Under the warm yellow lamp, he tore open the seal and took out the first piece of letter.

It's slightly yellowed, but a little more wrinkled than the outer envelope.

The letter begins with a line of small characters.

"Have the ginkgo trees in Pingyang turned yellow?"

　Recently I have been posting two updates at the same time. Which one do you prefer?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)