[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

Seeing that there is still one day to prepare for the finals, Seijuro's illness has not improved, but it has become more and more serious.It was 39 degrees last night.

Xun Li stared at the thermometer worriedly, and tested his temperature with the back of his hand, his forehead was burning hot.

They don't have time to go to the hospital for drips, and taking too many drugs to suppress the disease will lead to poor condition. After seeing him, the family doctor also said that there is no shortcut to reduce his fever.Xunli can only choose to cool down physically. When the rest time is up, he will lie on the sofa with ice packs and ask Zhichuan to make some Chinese medicine prescriptions.Although the stuff tastes terrible, it helps to regulate the body.

I can't remember the last time Seijuro had a fever. He has always been in good physical condition.Because of this, Xun Li seemed a little at a loss.

"In my opinion, let's go to the hospital for an examination!"

Xunli's wrist was weakly held by Seijuro, he half-closed his eyes and shook his head sickly.

"No, no need." He struggled to squeeze out a few words, and his strength seemed to be exhausted.

She picked up the water glass distressedly, and the edge of the cold glass was pressed against his bloodless chapped lips.Seijuro took a few sips of warm water, then put on the earphones again.The score with red marks on hand is still the piece to be played in the finals.

Xunli tried to snatch the earphones to let him have a good rest, but was stopped by Jing Wu, who was cross-eyed.

"Don't bother him!"

"Eh?" Uncle, are you a man talking to your aunt like this! ?

"Now is the critical moment!" It was rare for him to appear restless.

Seeing that the final is just around the corner, Keigo and Seijuro haven't cooperated perfectly yet, even if they practice the tune thoroughly, it won't help.

The two little ghosts stayed in the piano room for a whole day.Xunli couldn't stand it anymore, and returned to the room to iron the small suit that Seijuro would wear tomorrow absent-mindedly.

"I can only pray..." She muttered unwillingly.

An icy cold hand touched her shoulder without anyone noticing, making her tremble all over in fright.

"The people of the Akashi family have not yet reached this level of incompetence."

"Hey——" She glanced at Masashi, "You were the one who asked Xiaozheng to participate in the competition. At this juncture, he suddenly developed a fever. Can there be a better way?"

Seijuro is their darling, it is impossible to force him to practice anymore, not to mention that this child insists on doing what he can do even if he has a fever.

Masashi went downstairs, perhaps intending to check on Seijuro's progress.Xunli put away his suit and followed suspiciously, seeing him go straight to the piano room——

"Wait, you don't mean to..."

To her surprise, Masashi actually planned to play in person, and picked an Amati handmade violin from the shelf where various musical instruments were placed.Under the stunned gaze of the two children and Xunli, he loosened his neckline, took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the window sill, rolled up his sleeves, and neatly arranged several sheet music on the music stand.Take the violin and bow gently after getting ready.

Xun Li was stunned and almost roared in her heart—she never knew Ya Shijing could play the violin!

"Since you can't practice, then prick your ears and listen carefully." He said something to Seijuro, then turned his head and nodded to Keigo. "Is it okay to start from scratch?"

"...Okay." After recovering from the shock, Jing Wu touched the tear mole, and a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

She and Seijuro looked at each other silently, and sat on the sofa to rest together, watching Keigo and Masashi's wonderful performance by the way.

The results really surprised them.

Masashi not only knows how to play the violin, but also can be regarded as "proficient", with unparalleled timbre and rich skills.Seijuro put on a depressed face after only pulling out the first sound. There is no doubt that he will not be able to catch up to his father's level within a few years.

Another thing that surprised them was his deep understanding of the song, which was exactly as Seijuro imagined.The complex emotion that combines deep beauty and sorrow spreads in the air and seeps into every corner.

It's just... an auditory pleasure.

I really didn't expect Masashi to save a hand, this man has two brushes!

Seijuro looked solemn, and his father's flawless excellent performance rekindled his fighting spirit.A surge of energy from the bottom of her heart made her wish to rush up to him immediately and say, "Dad put down the piano and let me come!"

Xun Li noticed his change, poked him lightly, and asked amusedly, "Why, did you break through the bottleneck?"

"Hmm! I think so." A pair of red eyes sparkled, and his fingers unconsciously started to beat.

If he was just a college student with a girlish heart back then, Xunli might have put his hands on his face and acted like a nymphomaniac to Yashi.But they have been husband and wife for nearly ten years, and what to say has already become a cloud in the sky.

She observed the changes in his face with great interest, her eyebrows were still slightly frowned, her red hair drew an arc with the slight swing of her body, and her lowered eyes seemed to better integrate into the world of music and comprehend the true meaning, so that she could Curious about the scene that emerged in his mind at this time.A pair of well-shaped thin lips are pursed into a straight line. It is often said that people with thin lips are also fickle, but is this really the case?

People who understand music are sentimental and tend to be more human... although this word is not suitable in the history of elegance.

**

"Next, contestant No. 18, Akashi Seijuro—"

On the day of the performance, perhaps Xunli's prayers were answered, and Seijuro's fever finally subsided, but his head was still a little dizzy.

He was the last to appear on stage, which is the so-called deliberately arranged finale appearance.And the penultimate player was his powerful competitor Hocho Taro, who won the applause of the hall with the ghostly Papagani's "La Campanella (The Bell)". God knows how a nine-year-old boy has the courage to challenge this famous song Famous world famous songs!In contrast, Seijuro's self-selected repertoire is bound to be an upset.

"Xiaozheng fighting!" Xunli couldn't help but clenched his fists, cheering for him in a low voice.

The face of Masashi next to him remained unchanged. Even after seeing Hochotaro's superb performance, he was not at all afraid that Seijuro would not win the game.

"We still have a chance."

"Well, getting first is second." She muttered dissatisfied.

Said that the most important thing is participation, although Xunli tried to appease Seijuro again and again, he still had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

Only he himself knew how anxious he was when he was waiting in the audience just now, he was so nervous that he was trembling all over, and he couldn't hold the piano steadily with both hands.

——What Seijuro fears the most is facing the disappointed faces of his parents.For this reason, he has always kept "victory" in his heart as his ultimate goal.

"Contestant No. 18's self-selected repertoire is "Flowering Princess? The Last Prince~メインテーマ~" by Hakase Taro."

Seijuro entered the stage with applause, put the violin on his left shoulder, took a deep breath, cast an OK look at Keigo, and counted down in his heart——

With the gentle rhythm of the piano as the opening foreshadowing, the violin is gradually introduced.

After the adaptation, it is not as magnificent as the original version, but it still retains a strong rendering power, which immediately pulls the audience and the performer into a complex and ambiguous emotional vortex.

When playing, he habitually half-opened and half-squinted his eyes, as if a self-admired loner is intoxicated in his own spiritual world.Piao Miao's eyes have no focus, as if looking into the distance through the hall.

At this time, Seijuro was dazzling, but not dazzling.

Xun Li smiled lowly after noticing his posture, this liking was exactly the same as his father.He played better than they expected and got into shape very quickly after he came on the court.

"Some of the pictures I saw were in color, and some were gray and white. It was like the effect of a revolving lantern theater created by the interweaving of surprising and dull memories and reality..." The old man sitting in the middle of the judging booth folded his hands and pressed his chin , looking mysteriously at the little boy in the middle of the field.

"Few children of the same age can calm down."

"Yeah...it's not so much playing, it's better to tell a story with it."

Several other judges agreed one after another, listening to the notes flowing naturally from their fingers.The sound of the violin, which should be short and sharp, makes people feel comfortable, tense and bumpy.Audiences have long since put aside their proficiency and virtuosity, because the shocking and intentional performance is far more than the skill itself.

Seijuro was far more relaxed than he had imagined, and it really seemed like he was "going all out".

He couldn't help but cast his eyes on Xunli who was sitting directly in front of him, and his thoughts drifted back to the night a few days ago, the scene where she was sitting by the pillow and sharing the story with him was vivid in his memory.Undoubtedly, this is her personal experience, and she tried her best to restrain the bitterness and ambiguity in her chest while telling the story.

That was... the first time his mother had told him about her past.

He couldn't help but want to know more.

……

Until the last note echoing over the ceiling of the hall faded away, he lowered the hand holding the bow, and kept this posture on the spot, silent for a few seconds.

Immediately after—

Applause flocked to him like a tidal wave!

The audience who feasted their ears seemed to be in another world, and when they realized it, they couldn't help but stand up from their chairs, and gave thunderous applause to their last little performer without hesitation.

Xunli wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, stood up and clapped vigorously with the audience.If it wasn't for Masashi who was right next to her, she would really want to yell "Seijuro is the best!"

Then came the moment when the judges had a hard time.They disagreed on the issue of No. 1 in the children's group. One group believed that the nine-year-old Hochotaro was better. His control over bow jumping and continuous bow skills was superior to Seijuro's. The selected repertoire was fully displayed. to his high standards.Not to be outdone, the other school used Seijuro's fluent vibrato as evidence to refute, and his deeper understanding of music and strong expressiveness added impression points to this performance.

In the end, it was the most qualified veteran of the jury, the music connoisseur who had just commented on Seijuro, who settled their dispute.

Half an hour later, all contestants were invited back to the stage again.When the host announced the championship of the children's group, two beams of light shot back and forth on Seijuro and Hochotaro from time to time——

"No.1 in the children's group is..."

Xun Li held his breath, saying that it was a lie not to expect him to win the championship.Each of them has put in too much sweat and time in the past week, and even Masashi has made his own contribution like never before.

At this time, she was a little restless, and her lips were slightly opened and closed, as if she was praying silently.

A big hand rested on her clasped hands in vain.Xun Li looked over in astonishment, Masashi couldn't see any expression on his face, although she didn't make eye contact with her, she understood his hint.

"Don't worry, trust his ability."

Are you still not nervous about Seijuro at this time?

She shook her head with a wry smile, "This is a normal reaction in my heart."

At the same time, the host read aloud the No.1 player——

"Akashi Seijuro!"

When she heard the letter starting with A, she knew she had guessed correctly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth bloomed like a flower in an instant!

"I... Did I hear you right!?" She was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Until the old judges on the stage awarded the small trophy and certificate to Seijuro, she finally realized that this was not an auditory hallucination.

"Really won the first place!"

A leisurely sense of pride made her want to yell at the audience, "Look, look, this is my son!"

"Calm down." Masashi, who was still used to seeing big scenes, could sit still, but his whole face was animated by a smile.

On the other hand, Seijuro only felt his eyes go blank, and the clicking sound of the flash light could be heard endlessly.He just wanted to get off the stage quickly, but when he thought of his parents in the audience, he couldn't help but share the happy news with them.

He looked at Xunli with a smile, and she blew him a kiss.

"Congratulations!" Feng Chotaro, who won No.2, walked towards him.He was tall, and his silver-gray hair made him look elegant and heroic.

"Thank you, and you too." This is appreciation from the heart. "In terms of skills, I am indeed inferior to you."

"No, I was moved by your performance, you deserve to be number one."

The two boys looked at each other and smiled. They are not people who pay attention to rankings, but they enjoy the exciting feeling of standing on the stage solo.

That night, Masashi booked a French restaurant to celebrate Keigo and Seijuro, who had been practicing hard recently, and Sakaki Taro, who was busy with guidance and adaptation.Xunli thanked them in his own way, and prepared gifts early to send out during the meal.

Delafee chocolates were given to the two children, and a set of imported original albums was given to Sakaki Taro.Although it is not a luxury, it is after all the heart.

"Thank you for not wasting our hard work!" Xun Li said emotionally.

The five crystal goblets touched lightly, and everyone drank the juice or red wine in the glasses.

Naturally, there is another small reason why she is so happy. Seijuro can finally practice one less instrument, and use the extra time to learn basketball with her~ She can't help but want to tune and teach it.

At the same time, Seijuro turned his head, covered his mouth and sneezed.

In addition, several children who got the news from nowhere called Seijuro to congratulate him. Among them was Oshima, who had not seen him for a long time, and his voice was full of envy and admiration.Seijuro secretly felt complacent, after all, he was still a child with some vanity, and being praised by his peers was far better than a word of unintentional encouragement from his teacher.

Before hanging up the phone, Oshima excitedly asked Seijuro if he would like to spend a day of summer vacation with him.In a bright mood, he agreed casually without thinking too much.

"Then let's meet at Odaiba this Saturday! Is eleven o'clock okay?"

"Ok."

"Well, that's it, see you the day after tomorrow!"

The other party happily made an appointment with him and hung up the phone.