Whitian's Piano Poems

second scale

Hui Tian left the auditorium early and returned to the room at home alone.

The inner release can only be in this small world.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Whit'an sometimes stood up and sometimes sat down, sometimes wrote, and sometimes looked up and meditated.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door that was not closed.

"elder brother?"

"I was alone, and I came back without saying hello. Are you feeling unwell?"

Huitian was silent for a while, and then said in a firm tone: "Brother, I want to learn to play the piano, play the piano!"

"What, playing the piano? Don't you think it's too late?"

"I don't know. But I do know that if I don't do this, I'm going to burn myself to death. Because this is what I really want to do!"

Kado saw something that had never been seen in Huitian's eyes, and the tone was made by the vibration of a cracked heart.

"I understand. Brother will help you. I won't ask the reason. I will keep it secret for you from your parents. Think carefully about where you want to study."

"Brother, thank you."

"rest early."

When the lights went out, Whitian fell asleep.There was a fluorescent spot in the darkness, it was a hand, it flew across the air, and the book on the desk was pushed away, revealing the manuscript underneath—"Today you also smile, I am beside you... .”

The miraculous heart is always stimulated by miraculous things, but the miraculous destination is - only time will give the answer.

"Don't touch it?"

"is it okay?"

"of course."

The unfamiliar hand landed on the black and white keys and made a smart and weak voice, as if afraid of disturbing something sacred, Huitian quickly withdrew his hand.

"The teacher should be here soon, oh, he is here."

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo who was not very neat walked over.A few wrinkles were faintly visible on the man's face, and his bushy beard was graying.I just don't know if he is amiable or strict with preaching.

"Oh, Cardo..." When Whit'an looked at the visitor, the other two had already exchanged pleasantries.

"Whit'an, you should study hard with Mr. Florence, and don't worry about the rest. Just work hard!"

Huitian nodded, and watched her brother leave with Mrs. Florence.

"Well, Mr. Florence."

"Please call me sir."

Whitann swallowed, "Yes, sir."

"Any questions?"

"Shall we start studying?"

"What do you study? Oh, yes, piano. I heard from your brother that you have no foundation at all. Do you think you have talent in this area?"

"this......"

"It doesn't matter, since you have come to me, talent should not be mentioned. After all, you have enough time for one day to master the basic skills."

Florence turned and sat down in a soft leather chair to the side, and picked up a beautifully bound book.

"Um, sir?"

"Do you have any other questions?"

"No, no more, I didn't expect you to love reading too."

Florence didn't answer, and Whitian also sat down in front of the piano tactfully.He stroked the piano in front of him like a cultural relic.Then try to hit the keys again.In his mind, he tried to recall the scenes of other people playing at various evening parties and poetry gatherings in the past.Desperately trying to dig something out of it.The playing is not fast and very light, as if afraid of spoiling the teacher's interest.

"Hey, hello!"

"Leave me alone! Oh, sorry!"

"It doesn't matter, did you also come to Mr. Florence to learn piano?"

"Yes, but look at me, clumsy."

"Indeed, watching you play is like a chicken pecking rice. Oh, I'm sorry."

"fine."

"My name is Jacob and I think I can help you."

"Really? Thank you so much. By the way, my name is Whitann."

Mrs. Florence glanced at the two of them inadvertently.

Jacob sat down at another piano.He first played the scales again, and then played a familiar children's piece. "You don't have to imitate my gestures, as long as it suits you." "Is it okay for a chicken to peck rice?" "Then I'm afraid you can't play most of the songs!" The two laughed.Florence coughed, and they dropped their voices like mice returning to their burrows.

Jacob suggested that Whitian could first get familiar with the piano by practicing scales.But whether it was intentional or something else, Whitian would always strike all the keys.In the break room, Jacob would also give Whitian a lecture on the staves.It's just that when I went home that day, Whitian reported that Mr. Florence's disgusting eyes were only a mechanical long-playing wrong scale.

And at home, family members can often see Huitian holding a poem draft in one hand and gesticulating in mid-air with the other. Everyone thinks it is brewing feelings.

A few days passed, and Huitian was making little progress, which made him very happy.Today, during the interval of piano practice.He walked to the window and looked out, and he froze—it was a surprising but familiar scene—Alyssa was sitting on a chair, playing the violin, in the opposite room.You can also clearly see some other performers, who can see clearly through the window.And the moving music seemed to come through the window, stepping into her heart.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, Jacob, do you see those people across the way?"

"They are Ms. Susan's students, and they are all talented!"

"When do they finish class?"

"Why don't you practice!" Mr. Florence complained.