Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1153 413. Lin's Three Gifts [Part ]

If the picture was frozen at this moment, at least two people in the camera would be dumbfounded.

Li An, who was standing on the left side of the car and recording the scene with his mobile phone, was stunned first.

Dingzi, who was sitting on the right side of the car and recording the scene from another angle with his mobile phone, was also dumbfounded.

mom
It must be said that the impact these two words coming out of Xiaoche's mouth had on the two of them was far greater than the moment the results were announced today.

The two of them had just analyzed the situation downstairs with reason and made various inferences, but the car just started going full throttle when it came up.
Looking at Sang Ping again, her pupils obviously trembled violently at this moment.

Even more so than Ang Lee's hands shaking.

"Happy birthday, Mom."

And Xiaoche's expression at this moment seemed as if everything was within reason.

After saying this she went on to sing the birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

Soon after, Li Ang Dingzi also joined in the singing.

The singing of the little car is clear and melodious.

Ang Lee's singing voice is deep and soulful.

Nail's singing has no technique, only humor and emotion.

In the small room, in front of the makeshift dining table, three voices formed two melody lines, which sounded particularly unique.

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

"Happy birthday to you."

The lyrics of Happy Birthday to You were repeated over and over again.

The song became more soothing as it went on.

Sang Ping listened over and over again.

As she listened, she seemed less nervous.

Finally, when the two candles were half burned, the car sang to the end, and then sang "Happy Birthday to You" for the last time.

The ending returns to the main tone, and Ang Lee also stops here. Dingzi feels that it is time to end here.

The three songs stopped at the same time.

"Hurry up and make a wish!"

At the urging of the car, Sang Ping slowly closed her eyes again.

She clasped her hands together and, without any thought, made three wishes in her mind.

After making a wish, she opened her eyes and blew out the candle along with the car.

"call--"

The moment the candle went out, Li Ang turned on the light.

"Happy birthday Auntie Sang!"

Dingzi also changed his mind immediately and took out the gift he had prepared.

"What gift did you buy me?" Sang Ping looked at the gift box handed to her by Dingzi and complained, but her expression could not deceive anyone. "Thank you, Dingzi."

"Happy birthday, Linlin's mom."

Just as Sang Ping stood up and took Dingzi's gift, Li An also gave Chen Xuan the gift that she had picked out in advance, which was a bottle of perfume.

"Teacher Li." Sang Ping didn't know what to say.

Li An smiled: "Chen Xuan specifically told me to give it to you personally."

"Thank you Teacher Chen, thank you Teacher Li." Sang Ping put down the gift from Nail and took the gift from Li An with both hands.

"Let's not be polite to each other," Li An said, not knowing what to say for a moment. The car made him lose his rhythm completely.

"Well." Li An looked at Ding Zi, "How about we go?"

Dingzi was just waiting for Li An to give the order, "Go, go, go."

The mother and daughter both spoke out at the same time to stop it!

Xiaoche said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't given you any gifts yet! Teacher, you haven't eaten your birthday cake yet!"

"Okay, okay." Li An originally wanted to give the mother and daughter some private space, but seeing this, he sat down again, "Then I'll have to sit for a while longer. Come on, we'll just watch the show from now on."

"Haha, ok!" Dingzi also sat down.

Only then did Sang Ping feel relieved. She had to let Li An eat something after a hard day's work.

Then the three adults' eyes focused on Xiaoche's face again.

"What's your gift?" Nail never knew.

Xiao Che had no time to deal with the nails. He took out a gift box from behind him and put Xiao Richunhe in it. He smiled and handed it to Sang Ping with both hands.

"Forehead"

When he wanted to call his mother again, the car got stuck, but the atmosphere was not interrupted.

"My gift is also great, um—"

Sang Ping seemed to have noticed something. In order not to embarrass the child, she said "Thank you Linlin" and reached out to take the gift.

Just before she stretched out her hand, Xiaoche coughed: "I wish Mom good health and more youth. May you be happy and cheerful every day in the new year!"

This time, Sang Ping was really stunned.

Li An: "Yes, good health and happiness are the most important!"

Nail: "Come on, let's raise our glasses and wish our boss lady to become younger and younger!"

Xiaoche: "It's getting more and more beautiful!"

Amid the cheers, Sang Ping raised her drink in one hand and held the birthday present her daughter gave her in the other. She repeated "thank you" over and over again and drank the first glass with everyone.

"yeah!!!"

"Eat, eat!"

"Nail, take the cake first."

"Mom, the chopsticks are on your side."

"This stew is good, Mr. Li."

"Of course, I always order from him every time I come here."

"Auntie Sang, you should eat quickly too. You don't have to clean up. I'll let Linlin clean up after you're done."

"You stay and clean up later!"

"I won't clean up. I'm here to celebrate Aunt Sang's birthday today. I'm a guest, and your family lets guests do the work!"

"Bah, what kind of guest are you? Report, Dingzi's girlfriend is in Liushu Hutong——"

"I was wrong! I'm not a guest! I did it!!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Linlin, go on!"

"Teacher Li, I was wrong! Give me a chance!"

"Willow Alley is very close to us, Nail."

"Boss lady! Aunt Sang! Aunt Sang, can you please let me go this time!"

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst laughter and chatter, the three adults and one child were eating and drinking, and fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Dingzi couldn't bear the pressure of being a hot topic, so he came up with an idea.

"Let's put on some show, shall we? Make the boss lady happy."

Dingzi thought that with all the big and small artists present, you can't just let me and my group of men do it.

It turns out that Nail was too naive. Artists are all meticulous people.

Xiaoche saw through Dingzi's little trick immediately and said, "Okay, then you go first."

nail:"!?"

Xiaoche: "You are so sincere, how can you not come first?"

Nail: "I can't do that. Are you going to force me to bite a lighter?"

Xiaoche: "You don't sing alone in the kitchen all day long."

Nail: "Are you sure you want me to sing? Didn't you hear me singing the birthday song just now? I can't sing!"

Li An came to his aid: "Hey Dingzi, you are wrong to say that. There is nothing wrong with singing. You sang very well and with great emotion."

Nail: ".Teacher Li."

Sang Ping: "Sing one, the one you are best at."

Xiaoche: "Huh, what do you say?"

Dingzi sighed. What else could he say? Teacher Li had spoken, and the birthday boy had also spoken. He had to go on stage whether he sang or not.

Taking out his cell phone and turning on the player, Dingzi played the song that he thought he sang pretty well.

The prelude guitar sounded.

"Wow——"

Applause broke out immediately. Xiaoche: "Woohoo!!"

Li An: "Great job, Dingzi, I didn't realize you're a love song contestant!"

Dingzi, cough, cough, he couldn't get into the rhythm as soon as he opened his mouth.

“You don’t know until love is gone.”

But it doesn’t matter. As the original song came out, Nail followed the rhythm smoothly.

You know what, Dingzi sings pretty well.

There's still a bit of sadness in it.

"Wow————"

When Nail finished singing, applause broke out again.

Li An: "You sang well. Let Che Lin play accompaniment for you and help you tune the pitch. There will be no problem."

"Really? Teacher Li?" Dingzi wiped the sweat from his forehead. He also felt that he had sung with great feeling just now.

Li An: "Really? If you don't believe me, ask the boss lady."

Sang Ping gave a thumbs up: "This is the first time I heard you sing this song in its entirety. It sounds great."

Dingzi was a little bit dizzy for a moment: "I haven't opened up completely yet. If I sing a few other songs first, I will be in a better state after singing this one."

The car was about to die of laughter at the nail: "How shameless!"

Ding Zile: "Don't think that you are good at playing the piano. You may not be much better than me at singing. At least I dare to sing. Do you dare?"

Xiao Che was not panicked at all: "Why should I sing?"

Dingzi sneered: "Okay, now my show is over, it's your turn. There's no piano here, I want to see what else you can perform besides singing."

Li An and Sang Ping also cast their curious eyes towards the small car. They were also curious about what else the small car could perform besides singing.

On weekdays, the two rarely heard Xiaoche singing.

Especially Ang Lee, in his impression, Xiao Che seemed to have never sung a song.

"It's my turn!"

Xiaoche got up and ran to the bedside. The battery of her little cell phone was already fully charged.

Just when the three adults thought that the car was going to play some accompaniment.

Xiaoche handed the phone to Sang Ping.

Sang Ping took it in shock, and was stunned again when she saw the video playing on the screen of Xiaoche's mobile phone.

Nail poked his head in curiously and said, "Isn't this your hut?"

Xiaoche: “Yes.”

Judging from the camera angle, the shooting is facing the direction of the piano, and half of the car is in front of the camera.

“This is my second gift.”

After saying this, Xiaoche quietly sat back in his seat.

Second birthday present? A video?

The dinner table fell silent, and after a moment Sang Ping gently tapped the video playback icon with her finger.

Everyone first heard a burst of noise coming from the phone.

Sang Ping and her daughter in the video are looking at each other from a distance.

The daughter in the video just moved her mouth and said "Mom" in a vague way.

Then everyone heard the words "Happy Birthday" clearly.

Li An chuckled and touched Xiaoche's head. Although he didn't know when Xiaoche recorded the video, it was definitely before they set off.

It seems that Xiaoche has secretly practiced the word "mom" many times.

Ang Lee was really curious about what Xiaoche would play as a birthday gift for his mother.

The little car in the video said "Happy Birthday to Mom" ​​and then turned around and ran quickly to the piano, then softly played her second birthday gift.

"Ding-"

A soothing and bright melody passed before everyone's eyes. Ang Lee's brows tightened and relaxed, and his whole heart melted at this moment.

It turned out to be this piece of work.
Ang Lee probably knew when Xiao Che started preparing for this piece. If nothing unexpected happened, it should have been after he played Glinka's Variations on a Nightingale Theme for the first time in the live broadcast room.

Variations On A Theme By Mozart, Variations on a Theme in E flat major by Mozart, Glinka.

It's still a theme and variations, still a work by Glinka.

Ang Lee couldn't see the performance in the video, but the soft piano sounds seemed to be dispelling the haze in his heart bit by bit.

He seemed to see Lin's fingertips trembling slightly above the dominant seventh chord, just like the trembling heart of a girl.

Hearing this, Li An's eyes became wet.

It was as if he had never heard such a moving melody in his life.

One variation follows another, like a piece of the night sky being pieced together.

All the whispers in the girl's heart turned from notes into shattered stars, lighting up the entire night sky.

The great Mozart, the great Glinka, the emotions of the two great composers merged into one at this moment, as if they were reborn at the girl's fingertips.

Li An sounded like he had lost himself.

At this moment he could confirm once again that this was music that he would never be able to play in his entire life.

Dingzi was intoxicated by the music. He swore that this was the most touching piece of music that Linlin had ever played.

Sang Ping didn't know whether she was smiling at the little man in the video at this moment.

From this angle, there were so many images she could recall.

She asked Linlin to eat, but Linlin just sat there and continued to practice the piano, ignoring her.

She asked Linlin to do her homework, but Linlin just sat there and continued to practice the piano, ignoring her.

Gradually, she stopped disturbing Linlin when she was practicing the piano, but she would still come to Linlin's door and look through the crack for a while. Linlin would sit there and continue playing the piano. She had become accustomed to this kind of life.

She never imagined that Linlin would sit here and play a piano piece just for her.

sounds so good.

Sang Ping thought to herself that it was really nice.

Just like every song Linlin played before, it sounded so moving to her.

Sang Ping loves to listen to Linlin playing the piano.

She probably knew from the beginning that Linlin belonged to the piano world.

So even though Lao Che hesitated, wondering whether to let Linlin continue learning, she firmly told Lao Che that Linlin must continue learning.

Even though Linlin couldn't play any of the instruments, she still insisted on letting Linlin learn.

Because she knew Linlin liked playing the piano.

Whenever she recalled the scene of her first meeting with Linlin, she felt uncomfortable.

It was winter and the kitchen was very cold. Lao Che was shaking the wok in front of the second stove and scolding the waiter behind him for being too slow.

Linlin sat on a small stool nearby.

It's just a tiny thing, like a kitten or a puppy.

When he stood up, he might not be as tall as Lao Che's knees. The small jacket he was wearing was extremely dirty, and his face was suddenly covered with red and black spots. He was holding a half-eaten radish in his hand, and then he looked at her and laughed with a snot running down his nose.

Even thinking back on it now, she couldn't help but want to wipe her eyes.

Gradually, Linlin grew up, so big that she was not ready at all, and Linlin no longer lived at home.

After Linlin entered junior high school, sometimes she would come home very tired after a busy day, but she would still involuntarily walk to the door of the cabin and look inside.

It's as if the little man in front of the piano is sitting here and continuing to practice like this.

"when."

When the arpeggio texture of classicism is on the verge of collapse in romanticism, Lee Ang's Yu Guangli's mother is nodding gently to the rhythm, her expression as if she is trying to smile with shiny grains of salt in her mouth.

Ang Lee knew that this final melody belonged to only one person.

He gently stood up and pressed the turning cart, then motioned to the nail, then turned and walked towards the entrance.

Nail followed quietly.

Only mother and daughter were left in the room.

When the little man on the screen played the theme again.

Xiao Che lowered his head and said, "I originally had a third gift for you."

Sang Ping froze for a moment.

"But I can't give it to you."

As she spoke, Xiaoche finally slowly raised her head. She didn't cry when she lost the game, and she didn't cry when she called her mother, but at this moment, she finally felt a little bit wronged.

The tears were swirling in her eyes, swirling around, as if she dared not to fall.

“I didn’t get third place.”

Sang Ping, who had been calm all day, finally couldn't bear it anymore at this moment. She stood up, pushed the table away, and hugged her daughter tightly in her arms.

"Mother!!"

The tears in the little guy's eyes seemed to have found their home.

The first sound was heart-wrenching.