[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

A few more days went by like this.

Mr. Coster left a few days ago, and has been reluctantly grabbing Dad Wei's sleeve and saying, "My baby, baby son."

"Get lost, don't drag me into calling you son." Dad Wei said angrily.

After Coster left, Dad Wei also had a lot of leisure time, and the musical instrument tutoring classes for Jade Eyes and Wei He suddenly increased a lot. Every day, he had to watch them crush all 88 keys before letting them go.

And Wei and their school finally ushered in the first major event after the start of school: the talent contest.There will probably be spring outings and sports games in the future. While announcing the news excitedly in the class, Teacher Chu also told them: If you want to get more little red flowers in the class, this time is a good opportunity.

Wei He didn't have much interest in these, but couldn't bear Teacher Chu's long and trembling eyelashes, and chose his good musical instrument to participate.

Teacher Chu also told him: "In fact, you can directly join the school's art troupe, and the class has a little red flower."

"Why are you so obsessed with the little red flower? If you really want me to make some for you."

"I said it was for the sake of the children in the class. We can't let everyone go out and be looked down upon."

Wei He snorted proudly, turned his head and asked Jade Eyes, "Would you like to participate too? I'll help you sign up." He waved the registration form in his hand and asked.

Chu Xiang has also learned from Wei He that Ning Feishen is now his younger brother, and he also highly respects this, and persuades him vigorously. If one more person wins the award, the more honors his class will have. I really look forward to the class entrance A day full of little red flowers.

"..." Ning Feishen stared into Wei He's eyes and asked, "Are you participating?"

"correct."

"I'll go too." Emerald Eyes said, "I'll take the first place."

Wei He's expression was elated when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he was dumbfounded after hearing the second half of the sentence =口=.

"Okay, I'm so ambitious." He swallowed and said, his heart began to beat a little.

Teacher Chu laughed from the sidelines, "It's nice to be young and ambitious. I'm optimistic about you, student Ning."

"En." Emerald eyes responded lightly.

Teacher Chu, who received Ning Feishen's response, was stunned for half a second, and then he covered his chest like a nympho and said to himself in disbelief, "Student Ning, who is rumored to kill people with his eyes, actually talked to me, I must be I watched too much Tianlong Babu yesterday, and I was shocked by the beauty of the fairy sister, so I am not clear-headed now..."

"If you have brain problems, you can do an EEG." Wei He finished filling out the form. There were him and Ning Feishen on the musical instruments, but there were quite a lot of vocal music and calligraphy and painting. There were also cooking competitions and origami. Lin Yu was the only one in the class who signed up for the dance, the little beauty who was forced by the fool to be at the same table.

Wei He asked, "Did you call the whole class? Why are there so many people?"

"How do you know!" Teacher Chu opened his bloody mouth and laughed wildly, "Even if it is only the number of people, it is better than other classes. Let the door of our class be full of blooming flowers!"

"..."

Chu Xiang has gone crazy, Wei He is determined to practice the piano well after returning home in order not to be ashamed of this talent competition.

During this period of time, he didn't know how much Jade Eyes had practiced, but he was obsessed with the cello and a new serial drama.I didn’t go to the piano room with Emerald Eyes much. I only knew that the piano was played by that person a few times before being sold. The buyer only said “the tone is great” and paid for the piano gone.

The owner of the piano shop took the old piano off his hands, grinning from ear to ear, and gave Jade Eyes a lot of extra tips, telling him that he can play as long as he wants every day, and it is best not to close the door of the piano room.

Because the pianos in the piano room are all in a uniform configuration, if a piano sounds good, there will be many people who come here to practice.

Wei He heard from the owner of the piano shop that he could play from morning to night, as if he had been on drugs.It is indeed impossible for normal people to do it. Wei Hehe asked Jade Eyes and asked him to pay attention to rest. Fingers that are useless will not grow back.

But the next few times, when Fei Cui Eyes came to his father to learn piano, the level shown was indeed beyond everyone's imagination.

Dad Wei smoked a cigarette and glanced at Wei He, so Wei He could only obediently go up to touch the score.

To that level, how long does it take to do it every day?It was a demonic barrier, Wei He felt a little bit unwilling, and decided not to watch the TV series that was broadcast regularly.

Dad Wei told Wei He: "For this kind of thing, you have to be hard on yourself."

Wei's father said again: "Even the little boy with such a strange bone has practiced until his joints are red and swollen, and you are still lazy to sight-read every day." There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, just like his father wanted to abandon Wei He in his previous life. .

Talented and hard-working, it's just out to make others feel inferior.

Fortunately, Wei He is not the Wei He of his previous life. If he was still living in the past, he would probably put the words of adults in his left ear and out his right ear, play two notes on the cello, and lie lazily on the sofa to wipe the strings. Rosin, accidentally inhaled the powder into the nostrils and sneezed, found an excuse to shed two tears and complained.

It's different now.

Wei He changed his work and rest time again, giving him two more hours to play the piano, going out in the morning, at noon, and at night, so the time was packed to the brim.

He didn't want to lose to Jade Eyes in the talent contest at all, and that person was still his junior.

Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on Wei He's face again. He wanted to win, even if it was just an inter-school competition.

Once there is a goal, the pressure suddenly increases a lot.

Wei He hadn't followed the new routine for two or three days, a bunch of ulcers appeared in his mouth, and he was in such pain that he was dying of pain. I really don't know how the emerald eyes survived.

He had to spray watermelon frost in his mouth, and he was disgusted if he sprayed too much. As soon as the idiot Qiang approached him, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

**

He got so involved in practicing that day that he forgot to set the alarm clock. As a result, he looked at the time and stared silently for a few seconds—oh no, he was late again.

There was no other way, so Xiao Wei He had no choice but to climb over the wall and go in. Just at the end of the morning self-study, he met the Chinese teacher at the door of the classroom. The teacher was used to Wei He being late, so he walked over with a straight face, and Wei He went to I walked a few steps inside, looked inside, then looked up at the class, and continued to look inside.

Fuck him, why is there someone sitting in his seat.

He looked hard and found that it was his enemy, his cousin with emerald eyes, Zhuang Zixian who likes pretending to be a little white rabbit the most.

Wei He angrily wanted to catch the rape, but then he thought, no, the two of them are brothers, why would he catch the rape? After thinking about it for a long time, he ran over angrily and shouted, "You brat, sit down!" What is my seat for?"

Zhuang Zixian turned his head, his eyes began to fill with mist.

A few students around couldn't stand it anymore, and accused Wei He one after another, "Isn't it just to sit in your seat, Wei He, don't worry about it so much."

Wei He had no choice but to show his noble nature and ignore all those accusations.

Jade eyes leaned slightly sideways against the wall, with one hand resting on the table, with a very comfortable expression, and did not respond to her cousin's words at all.

Zhuang Zixian seemed to have finished speaking, got up and explained, "I'm just here to find Brother Fei."

Wei He vomited blood in his heart: Hmph, if you call him so affectionate, I will too.

"Brother Fei is my (tablemate), don't bother him all the time, (I) should be exhausted."

The people around and Emerald Eyes looked at him with horror and weird eyes.

Wei He thought with trepidation: You have seen how powerful adults are, that is because you have a thick skin, Brother Shenma just came here casually.

Zhuang Zixian's expression twisted a few times, but he held back in the end, "I have business to do."

"Everything I do with him is business."

"...Grandpa told me."

"My dad also told me to take good care of him."

"Brother Fei doesn't even like you, why do you always dominate him?" Zhuang Zixian was furious, and his face became a little ferocious.

"Brother Fei loves me to death, I love you to death, why can't you even see this, no wonder Brother Fei doesn't like you." Wei He was also angry, he was wondering if his tongue wasn't curled enough, why? That person has to leave quickly.

"..." Zhuang Zixian finally left with tears in his eyes and resentment in his eyes, so Wei He knew he would not give up.And he also saw the personnel of the talent competition posted on the last bulletin board.

The number of first graders in musical instruments is not a small number, and there are even more piano ones, and Zhuang Zixian's name is also impressive.

Wei He didn't take it seriously, he wasn't in a hurry to kill that person, he took his time, this kind of hunting mood made people excited, he felt that he was a bit perverted, but a spider weaving a web slowly grinds a person to death , and admiring the man's expression of falling from ecstasy to hell, it's really wonderful.Just thinking about it makes me feel hot all over.

When turning his head, Wei He felt that the bodies of the surrounding students seemed to be stiff at the same frequency, like triplets, extremely harmonious.

The class bell rang in time, and Wei He always pretended not to hear such things.

He asked Emerald Eyes, "Did you play any music when you chose the match?"

"Pathetique." Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony.

"Already able to play this." Wei He looked at Ning Feishen, not knowing what interjection to use instead, he scratched his face and said, "If I play "The White-haired Girl", you don't choose a festive one. Do you want something?" Although he himself didn't play any festive tunes.

Fei Cui still frowned and shook her head, "I just learned it yesterday, so that's pretty good."

"But three days later..." Before Wei He finished speaking, he thought of Ning Feishen's piano practice speed. He looked over and over with the hand that grabbed the emerald eyes, and it was stronger and stronger than before. The nails are cut very flat, and you can feel the vitality gushing out at any time when you hold it in your hand.

No wonder some people commented in the past: Ning Feishen's conductor is more capable than others. It is not easy to find a puppet covered in blood.

The math teacher who came to class saw what was going on behind him and shouted, "No matter how good your math grades are, listen to me in class. Now this is the classmate at the back of class."

Wei He immediately let go of his hand.

But there were still some restless people booing, "Today Wei He is still playing hooligans in public."

"Oh? There is such a thing."

"Yes, yes, and made the little boy in the next class cry."

The math teacher only thought they were joking, and then smiled a few times with a serious face, "It's time to be serious in class."

The booing boys had no choice but to silence their voices, but Wei He's face was so hot that he couldn't retreat, playing hooligans?Has he ever done this before?Didn't he just call Brother Fei? Isn't the child's thinking so impure now?

Two days before the talent contest, the school began to decorate in a big way, with horizontal strips and colorful lanterns. According to the elders, these things have not changed every year. Look at the lantern with a hole in it this year. Not replaced.

The day before the talent contest, the school asked the students to clean up the classrooms, just like when the school first started, cleaning carefully, and then moved the expensive piano and some other musical instruments to the first floor, and took out a lot of desks and chairs , Spell out a stage.

That's right, the talent contest of Fukang Primary School is completely open.

Even calligraphy and painting works have to be done under the hot sun, the ink has to be brought in enough, and the school is not responsible for drying it out. Such a noisy playground and the scorching sun according to the Meteorological Bureau, even the judges want to go on strike up.

If you are not careful, you can eat a mouthful of sand.

But there is no way, this is a century-old tradition, in another day, when the clock strikes 7, they will start a lively game.

27 inverted V, don't buy it! ! !

When school was over, Wei He wanted to go to the piano store with Jade Eyes, but found that the person had disappeared. The idiot Qiang seemed to be not going well with today's exam, so he walked alone dejectedly.

Wei He went up and asked, "Which test did you fail in?" Today's teacher seemed to have made an appointment, and the three subjects of English, mathematics and English came in a surprise attack, making the students scream again and again.

Sha Ziqiang looked like he was about to cry, "I only have time to do one side."

"...Don't be afraid, who didn't come here like this, just pass the exam next time."

"But parents need to sign." For elementary school students, these four words are simply magic tools.

Wei He obediently asked his father to sign for these exams. Originally, his father didn't care much about his studies, and thought that his son would be free. But he didn't expect that his son would be a genius.

His grandmother also knew that her little grandson's grades were very good, she smiled and shouted "My dog ​​is really good", and read several Buddhist scriptures to him to bless him.

The idiot Qiang asked again, "Aren't you going with the green-eyed one today?"

Wei He shook his head, "I didn't find anyone."

The idiot forced his head to turn around, pointed to a wall and asked, "It's not there, I just said, I saw someone else before."

Wei He also turned his head away, but saw Emerald Eyes and Zhuang Zixian standing together, very close, Wei He's glass heart cracked and shattered, and he felt like a clown in the morning.

His eyes were a little gloomy, and thinking of the fact that he had to take the first place tomorrow, he cheered up again.

When we got home at night, Dad Wei was sitting on the stone steps. When he saw Wei He, he picked up the bench and threw it inside. He pointed to the piano and said, "Aren't you going to compete tomorrow? Come and play, let's play first." The first few songs in the hotel, have you practiced them a hundred times?"

Wei He trembled, and asked cautiously, "You, didn't you say that casually?"

"Am I like the kind of person who likes to joke around and tease his son?"

Wei He had long forgotten those tunes, sat down and played a few times casually, then stared at his father, seeing his father's expression change from indifference to helplessness to despair to full of hope.

Dad Wei said: "I decided to cultivate that classmate Ning Feishen well."

"What about me?" Wei He looked over pitifully.

"You are lazy even in the homework I assigned. It's not that dad said you, you have to hold it carefully yourself. This bowl of water has to be leveled. Don't lose your center of gravity. After all, your sense of pitch is poor, and you can also play the cello. not good."

For those who pull the string, it is more accurate to say that the finger position of the left hand is based on experience, rather it is more accurate to rely on the sense of sound. There is a slight deviation, and the feeling of pulling out is different.

Listening to the sound with better ears, some people play the cello as charming as a sympathizer whispers, and some people play it like a shrew cursing the street, which makes people want to snatch the cello and slap the player twice.

Wei He nodded in a daze, he was indeed too content with the status quo.

He raised his head and asked his father, "Then what about my competition tomorrow?...I chose "The White-haired Girl"."

Dad Wei was almost pissed off by his son while drinking green tea, "Are you playing the whole thing or the excerpts? Does a good game have to be played in the north wind?"

"Ning Feishen also chose "Pathetic"."

"It's really pathetic and passionate when he plays it. Do you want to invite a few backup dancers to help the red-headed rope next to the white-haired girl?"

"Hehe, one is enough."

"It's too disappointing!" Dad Wei put the teacup heavily on the table, and it was too late to change the tune. He pondered for a moment and said, "Let's play it first and listen to it. —— Play it as a competition."

"okay."

Wei He didn't have much problem with playing Chinese music, but compared with Western music, it still felt a little less.

Dad Wei said, "Keep playing, don't stop."

Wei He had no choice but to play it over and over again. It had been a long time since his father forced him to play a piece like this. For a moment, he felt refreshed. Wei He quickly shook his head and concentrated on the piece.

He has already remembered every note clearly, and the symbols between each line of staves are also printed in his mind, and he can implement them well, but he also discovered that he still lacks something.

His mind began to recall Xi'er's expression in the DVD he had watched before, and the bleak scene when he first appeared on the stage. The black and white movie picture was a bit blurred, which made the scene full of sadness. The cotton coat wrapped people heavily, leaving only There was a tinge of red on the rope, like the blood in the heart, it was too bright.

"It's a bit of progress." Dad Wei said, rubbing his fingers against the water glass, "but the emotion is still not strong enough."

When the small climax came, Xi'er, who had turned into a revanchist, was full of anger, wishing to drink blood and eat flesh, skin the landlord class, and trample it hard.

Looking for revenge, Wei He thought of Zhuang Zixian, how that man stabbed a sharp blade into his palm, refused to let him go no matter how much he begged for mercy, how he grinned ferociously after his blood was all blurred Stir the knife in his flesh and blood, and let him hear the sound of his minced flesh and bones being scraped by the knife, "Without these hands, what else can you do?"

Charming and cruel sentences spit out from the man's mouth, and he will be haunted by this nightmare for the rest of his life.

"Without your hands, you're just an ant. If you lie on the ground like this, he won't see you anymore, hahahahaha."

……

"What are you doing, smashing the piano?" Father Wei shouted.

Wei He was in a daze, and his whole body was a little sore from playing, so he walked over and lay down on the sofa.

Father Wei saw that something was wrong with him, so he walked over and told him, "Go and pass the tenth grade in a while."

Wei He nodded. According to his age, in fact, he should only be in level [-] now, and he would have to take level [-] to pass the exam. It seems that the experience in this previous life has been used to some extent.

He asked, "Is Ning Fei Shen?"

"He's progressing so fast, I'll see how he progresses when I get time."

Wei He's blood pressure was in his chest.

Dad Wei said again, "Also, I got news from the inside. There is a competition, which is of a certain standard. You should go and participate." He took out a piece of paper folded in four from his pocket, and spread it out. It opened with a printed piece of paper that read "The First Kelvin Contest".

"This is definitely more reliable than your school's, and the format of the competition is also a bit special, which is quite rare." Dad Wei found a line of small characters and read it to Wei He, "One hundred pianos are playing at the same time. That is to say, you have to A slight mistake is equivalent to ruining the song of 100 people, hahaha, a hundred people will be killed." Dad Wei laughed unceremoniously.

Wei He was dumbfounded. He also participated in his previous life, but it was many years later, but the ending was so flat, as if nothing had happened. He also knew that the winner this time would get Master Kailiwen A set of artificial pianos made by himself, he can do everything, and he can get it all, which is more complete than the set his father got before.

Anyone who studies music, who wouldn't want Master Kailiwen's piano, even if it's just a collection to look at every day, having Master Kailiwen's piano is like playing online games with top-level equipment that is fully enhanced.

"I, I, I absolutely want to win."

"The ambition is not small, but it is nationwide." His father said, "The source of the news may not be reliable. Let me tell you first. The real competition may take a long time."

Wei He nodded, "I actually love participating in competitions."

Dad Wei laughed, "I don't know how much you weigh? Then go and practice the white-haired girl a few times, and remember the feeling just now."

**

Naturally, the school was closed on the day of the talent competition. The idiot Qiang came to Wei He without carrying his schoolbag. He was forced to learn origami skills by Teacher Chu. He didn’t know when he would know this kind of thing. Watching his mother Doudizhu playing mahjong every day, I also learned a lot.

When he arrived, Wei He just got up scratching his stomach.

"Why did you get up?" The idiot couldn't believe it.

"I practiced very late yesterday, and I kept stepping on the soft board, and my legs were sore." Wei He complained with a yawn.

Wei's father was still lying on the bed, with the electric fan turned on all night, and the old man prepared breakfast and went to the flower shop or vegetable market. Wei He felt that his grandmother was getting busier and busier recently.

"Stop limping."

Wei He waved his hands, washed up, grabbed a bun, and stuffed one of them into the idiot's mouth, "You didn't miss breakfast, did you?" he said inarticulately while biting.

"I heard that there are cooking competitions, and those who cook are given to the people next to them."

"You dare to eat something made by a group of dairies! The delicious ones have been robbed long ago, and the rest are dark dishes."

"What is dark cuisine?" Fool Qiang asked curiously.

"It's the kind... made very black."

Foolish Qiang remembered the black rice cake he ate last night, and suddenly realized, "It turns out that what my mother gave me yesterday is called dark food."

"..." I hope that the idiot will not be beaten by his mother.

Before the instrumental competition, there is also a vocal competition, which is chorus and solo.

When Wei He and Sha Ziqiang arrived at the school, singing was being performed above, and the piano was moved out, accompanied by teachers for the chorus, a scene of music class.

"Yang Rongrong is also inside." The fool pointed and said.

Wei He took a look and saw that most of the class was there, then glanced to the side, and saw that Teacher Chu was smiling so happily, this must be the choir of their class.

The next class was better. They chose "Song of Heroes". The teacher who played the accompaniment practiced well and started to play the melody of the song of heroes without changing his face. Wei He was dumbfounded, "Isn't this too Menglang?"

When he turned his head to chat with Sha Ziqiang, he found that he was gone.He had no choice but to hide under the shade of a tree alone. Other students and parents who came to visit sat on stools, with books on their heads to block the sun, and red plum juice and mung beans from home were placed on the table. Tang, those who fled back to the classroom were kicked out by the on-duty staff, and the little nerd came out holding his textbooks with his stomach full of anger.

After the chorus ended, it was the turn of Wei and their instruments.

The headmaster first went up to express two thoughts: "Ah! Since the beginning of our school, our school has always used this competition as a highlight, aiming at cultivating diversity..." These are all for parents. How can elementary school students can understand.

Wei He shook his head, and began to recall the music he was about to play in his mind.

After a while, he heard the first name: "Student Ning Feishen, please come to the stage, student Zhuang Zixian, please prepare."

After hearing this announcement, Wei He was in a bad mood, even if he just heard the names of those two people put together, after thinking about it, no, he has to calm down, he is not a child anymore.

He pumped himself up, and made up his mind to get the first prize for Emerald to see.

**

not far away.

Ning Feichen stood at the stairs, and Zhuang Zixian stood behind him and asked eagerly, "Brother Fei, are you really not going? Grandpa said he saw your dad. If you go back with him, you don't have to be there." Suffering here."

"No." Ning Fei's tone revealed that he was very unhappy.

Zhuang Zixian was silent for a while, "You are for that Wei He."

Ning Fei Shen affirmed it, but he didn't deny it, but he really thought so in his heart.He didn't want that person to stay away from him, and he didn't like to see that person so close to the bald head. Seeing Wei He's smirk at others, he couldn't help but want to lose his temper.

So he wants to take the first place.

Either this time or later.

He wanted that person to see only himself in his eyes, and then smirk at himself.Whatever the person cares most about, he will learn.

Zhuang Zixian's heart sank, he glanced at the man under the tree, his eyes were as menacing as a poisonous arrow for a moment.

Ning Feishen's name was heard on the stage, and his emerald green eyes glanced at the figure under the tree again, without thinking about other things, he walked up.

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The author has something to say: pray for Sichuan, God bless Ya'an.