Chapter 81: Show

Tang Jinyu played the game "Tarantella", and his concentration was no

different from that of the game.

But he is not so nervous anymore, because he is playing for his brother this

time, so don't worry about the ranking, as long as he finishes playing, he

will get applause and a big compliment that he heard from childhood.

The child thought of this, his eyes curled up unconsciously.

His arms were relaxed, and the first joints of his fingers were still very

firm and steadily falling on the keys. After a few strong accents, a string of

cheerful musical notes flowed out like clouds and water, and the feeling of

the child's fingertips on the keys. It looks like a natural one, with flexible

and relaxed wrists and hard fingertips (strong qiang). They bounce on the

black and white keys with ease.

This is Liszt’s work. Playing this master’s music pays more attention to the

display of skills. The moment Tang Jinyu sits there and starts playing the

piano, the hall is quiet, and no one needs to say, watch with eyes and listen

with ears. I also know that the little boy on the stage plays very well.

Because even a layman can understand the two most superficial words he

expressed-proficiency.

When Tang Jinyu sat on the piano bench, it seemed that the whole person and

the piano merged into a whole. He felt that it was not a whim, but it was the

result of hard work and hard practice all the year round.

Xia Ye was also looking at the child playing in front. He didn't understand

music, but he understood the child's diligence.

It's not just the piano. The children in his family have been learning musical

instruments since they were five years old. They learned all kinds of things

in their hands, and everything was so serious. For others, this is learning,

but for his brother, it is the same as eating and drinking water. It is an

exercise that children must do every day, so that his body can recover a

little bit of flexible training.

The child in his family is very obedient. The adults do whatever they want. He

has never screamed bitterness. He saw that he was so tired and sweaty, but he

looked up with a smile, as if these were already an instinct. It's nothing to

suffer.

Natsuno couldn't understand, but there were people who could understand.

From the beginning, I heard the stunned tune, and immediately felt that the

rhythm of the change was a little slow, because this tune is more difficult,

and it tests the control of the technique. After I noticed it, the other party

looked up and looked at the little piano player in front. Boy, I guess it

might be because of his young age that such a mistake occurred. After all, it

is a show of performance, and it is indeed not good (强qiang) to ask a pupil to

do too much.

But afterwards, they discovered that this was intentional by the child playing

in front of him. He consolidated his skills and used his own speed to adapt

every fingering. This is not just to show off his skills, but to promote the

feelings of music. Serve the feelings you want to express with a rigorous and

rigorous attitude.

The tuner from the previous musical instrument store didn't leave either. He

enjoyed listening to the side very much. From time to time, he looked at the

child in front and shook his head with emotion. If he hadn't seen it with his

own eyes, he would have thought that the one sitting in front was a calm young

player, and it would be so peaceful.

Tang Jinyu finished playing a song in a special Buddhist style. He didn't know

what the adults thought. He just honestly followed the teacher Xia's teaching

and regarded every competition as an extra opportunity to practice piano, and

he cherished the performance. it.

When the last chord was played, Xia Ye took the lead and applauded. He knows

this. He has heard children play the piano many times before at home. When

Tang Jinyu's performance is over, her right hand will rise a little bit, and

she will subconsciously raise her head. It's a little habit to find him.

Other people in the courtyard also clapped and applauded.

Tang Jinyu got off the piano bench and bowed respectfully. Like during the

competition, he was also quite skilled in this process.

Xia Ye went to pick him up, and the child saw him run over and hugged him, and

then went back to the room to change his clothes. When I walked to the turn of

the stairs, no one saw him. He hugged Xia Ye's arms and tiptoed, just like

playing a swing, looking up and looking forward: "Brother, can I play well?"

"Not bad."

"Hey~"

Tang Jinyu changed his clothes and came down. The people in the courtyard were

more enthusiastic when they saw him again. Many people from the second old

Chen family came to congratulate him. Although Grandma Chen didn't say

anything, she smiled happily.

Tang Jinyu stayed with Grandma Chen, Xia Ye did not sit with the child, but

went to accompany Song Yi.

Song Yi didn't miss a minute, and when he saw him, he whispered about work.

Xia Ye is similar to him, and he is also the type of working overtime with

work. The two of them ate while lowering their heads to discuss the next plan

and arrangements. Although Song Yi was a little tired, he seemed to be in very

good spirits and his eyebrows were full. Full of self-confidence, he is now

full of hope for Xia Ye and the company, and it is a period of enthusiasm in

the early days of entrepreneurship.

Although he was in this state a few years ago, this time his business has

become bigger, and his achievements are not completely measurable by money. At

least Song Yi thinks they are doing very meaningful things.

He can already see some clues about the change in life that Xia Ye said, but

the time for real change has not yet come, and he is even more looking forward

to it.

Song Yi said in a low voice: "Wang Dong said that he hopes that his salary

will be increased. After reading it, I don't think there is any problem. I

have already answered and agreed for you in advance."

"Okay, you can make up your mind about these things."

"And he wants a ‘pot’."

Xia Ye didn’t understand, so Song Yi helped explain that the newly joined Wang

Dong was the journalist he came to dig here specially. This person was

pragmatic and rigorous. To join them, only two requirements were required, one

was to pay two more. Thousands of dollars, another one is a "satellite pot".

They are journalists and they have no other needs. All their hobbies are to

watch various band programs and some internationally famous channels. Xia Ye

just left, he chased Song Yi for a few days of "pot". .

Xia Ye frowned slightly and said, "I don't understand these things. Please try

to satisfy him within the scope of the law, and don't do illegal things."

Song Yi nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to deal with it. It's not easy to

handle in the city. You should be able to apply for it in remote places."

Xia Ye chatted with Song Yi for a while and saw Tang Jinyu rushing to look for

him.

There were two little girls beside Tang Jinyu, who looked like a few years

older than him. After running over, the children got familiar with the road

and climbed onto Xia Ye’s lap and sat down, holding Xia Ye’s arm and

introducing them to them: "This is my brother, my brother. It's a college

student, so great!"

Song Yi: "..."

Your brother will soon be gone.

He had never seen him earn credits so quickly in a university, so he couldn't

wait to skip a grade and graduate.

Judging from the current situation, Xia Ye will be able to graduate from

Qingbei in two years at most. By then, he will almost open the market on the

Shanghai Stock Exchange, and it will happen that the boss comes to take

office. Song Yi glanced at the child on Xia Ye’s lap, and inexplicably

remembered the phrase "little majesty" that the old ape often chanted. After

calculating the time, my majesty was just in junior high school two years

later, but it happened to come to Shanghai to live in the school district.

Stay, the time has just been up.

After showing off, Tang Jinyu shook his head and refused the invitation of the

two cousins to take him out. Sitting in Xia Ye, he was fed two mouthfuls of

almonds (lu).

Song Yi was still looking at him, not knowing whether it was a psychological

effect. He felt that their little majesty was much more obedient than the

other kids, with delicate and beautiful features, soft and fluffy hair, and a

small dress with a carrot embroidered on the neckline... lovely.

The child noticed Song Yi's gaze and looked up at him. Song Yi immediately

retracted his gaze and continued eating seriously.