Whitian's Piano Poems

The two hurried back to their seats and started playing again.

"When?" Whitan asked softly.

"It should be about the same as us."

Whitan secretly rejoiced.He didn't know if it was a coincidence or a predestined arrangement, or if his brother who had seen through his mind did it on purpose.The third party is the most likely, the elder brother always understands him, and Ference doesn't seem to be selected for the sake of learning art.Either way, it happened.After peeking out the window, fortunately, there was that dreamy smile again.

After class was over, Hui Tean hurried downstairs, only saying goodbye to teachers and friends hastily.He had fantasized about meeting again countless times, good or bad, bitter or sweet, but he never thought it would come so fast, so suddenly, and so dramatically.The person is still the same person, with the tip of the hair fluttering in the breeze, and the charming smiling face, but there is another person beside him, a man, talking and laughing.

Not allowing himself to continue with the plan just now, not even allowing a second of ideological struggle, Huitian just turned around and ran away, struggling to run away.Afraid of being seen foolishly yearning and excited, afraid of being found dull and dazed, afraid of being aware of my existence.

Huitian hid behind a roadside tree, sobbing, wanting to cry, crying out tears.But he resisted.With luck, he looked in the original direction, but the thing he wanted to see was nowhere to be seen.

"Don't look, it's already gone."

Whitan was horrified to find a man (his clothes were a bit strange, as if he came from a foreign country) standing not far from him. Intuition and memory told him that this man was the man who was with Alisa before.

"Do you like Alicia?"

"What's up with you?"

"It's really none of my business. I've heard Alisa talk about you. You're very introverted. You think Alisa is an angel who comes to open up your inner world, don't you? Maybe that's the case, but she's very introverted to most people. That's right. As for you." Whitian was surprised to see that the man had sucked a leaf from the street tree into his hand. "It's like this leaf, maybe it's temporarily green, but for this big tree." He sent the leaf back to the thick leaves, "What is it? I tell you this, yes It's all out of good intentions."

The man left, leaving so quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, making it hard to believe that he walked away.That leaf also fell to the ground, along with several others, disorderly and ordinary.

What a small feeling this is!

After going back that day, Whitan cried quietly.

At the same time, from that day on, Hui Tian worked harder to learn the piano, and talked less and less about the outside of the piano with Jacob.He also became more and more fond of disturbing Florence, even if he sometimes seemed impatient or even angry.After returning home, he always shut himself in the house alone.Once, Karen came to see him and said that he had business to go out for a while.It could be seen that Karen really wanted to have a few more words with his younger brother.but no.Whitian felt helpless, and he regretted and apologized afterwards.But it was useless, he couldn't seem to control himself.

Huitian's progress was indeed faster than before, but he soon encountered a bottleneck, a bottleneck that he could not overcome.He is now like a scientific researcher, redoubled his efforts due to some kind of stimulation, but when he encounters this difficulty involving basic theory, he can only stop.

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety hit my face.Why?He doesn't understand why.

Mr Florence wanted to speak to Whitian.

"I didn't ask before, but now I want to ask, why do you want to learn piano?"

"Do I have to answer?"

"You'd better answer truthfully."

"A woman."

"A woman?"

"A woman I like."

"you can go now."

"What do you mean?"

"Get out of here."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I should have some sacred reason to play the piano like I love music? That's ridiculous."

"No, on the contrary, music needs emotion, and a musician without emotion can only be a third-rate mechanical player forever. But if you raise emotion into a kind of demanding, it will be different, that is blasphemy, blasphemy against music!"

"what?"

"Let's go, don't make me say another word."

Whitan still wanted to speak.

"roll!"

Whitan thinks this is a lunatic.

After returning home, all kinds of anxiety still plagued him.For several days, he locked himself in the room and hardly ever went out.That night, his mother Alice gently opened the door and brought a cup of hot milk.The mother noticed her son, who was in great distress, and she came here for it.

"child."

"Aren't I already learning poetry?" Whitian waved the poem draft in his hand without looking back.

"You're tired, have a drink first."

"do not bother me!"

Whitan accidentally knocked over the milk handed by her mother.

Huitian was stunned, and Alice had already knelt down to pack up.When she got up, you could see her wet eye sockets. "Actually, if you don't like it, you don't have to study poetry." Alice turned around and was about to leave. The back looked very much like Alisa, and Whitan blinked. It was her mother.Tears welled up in his eyes too. "Mom, I'm sorry!" Alice paused, looking back and smiling, "It's okay, kid, go to bed early."

After her mother left, Whitan pulled out the staves under the manuscript paper.Of course the mother didn't see it.

Whitan's hands danced in the air again, as if broken strings were suddenly joined together...

A few more days passed.

There was a knock at Mr. Florence's door.

It was Florence who opened the door, and Whitann who knocked.

"It's you?"

"It's me, I'm here to practice the piano."

Jacob was practicing the piano in the house, and it was Whitan who heard him, who was about to say hello, but was suppressed by Mr. Florence's aura.

"Practice? You wasted half a month before remembering to practice?"

"I'm not deserted. Although I don't have a piano at home, I practice every day."

"What do you mean?"

"Play with your hands, comprehend with your heart."

"You mean," he paused, "you installed the whole piano, every key's tone and even pitch?"

Whitman nodded.

"But I don't like students who have no pursuit." Ference still looked proud, but took a peek at Whit'an.

"That girl, if you mean her, I think she really opened the door of my heart, but it doesn't matter whether she stays or not, the important thing is that the door of my heart has been opened."

"Do you still think about her?"

"think."

"Do you think I'll let you in?"

"Yes, unless you don't like grumpy students."

Florence's whole face stretched out into a welcoming smile, and with her hands on Whitian's shoulders, she ushered him in.

"Come on, let's start class."