School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 105 The Little Girl Giving Roses (8)

He can control works of various musical styles, and use different music to express different musical content.His finger skills are very clever, his bow is full and expressive, he pays great attention to the singing of the voice, his loose performance brings people emotional fluctuations, and one can feel the power and beauty from his performance .


An Yuxi is good at playing the works of Paganini, Chopin, Bach and others. Although his proficient performance skills are completely familiar with those virtuoso passages, he handles the music very logically, and he has a good understanding of the music. A deep understanding is the cornerstone of his success in playing.


In the end, the conclusion of the final was—Group A, An Yuxi, won.Ready to go to the provincial symphony performance.


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Several weeks after the competition, Hua Xiaoyi was still immersed in the sound of An Yuxi's piano.


She felt that An Yuxi completely belonged to the violin.


And she was just a small passer-by in his life.


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Early this morning, Hua Xiaoyi went to give roses again.


On the way, she still falls.


Fall, get up, fall again.


The look of being strong and never giving up.


Until the last moment, never give up hope.


As long as you persevere to the end, despair will become hope!

Blood shot out from her arm.


897 roses are too many for her to handle.


The sharp thorns of the rose pierced into her arm, causing waves of subtle pain.


The road leading to the prince's villa is so long, and it has to climb a big slope.


The whole road stretches straight into the distance, the endless distance...


Empty, snowflakes fell all over the ground.


Occasionally, a small car or two would speed past her coldly.


The fierce cold wind hit his face, and it hurt like a knife.


Dawn, the sun breaks.


The thin golden threads pierced through the clouds and shone on her small body, casting a slender and graceful shadow.


"Pump Tom!"


A large bouquet of roses rolled to the ground, covered with snowflakes, and a few branches were blown to the distance by the wind.


The whole street was deserted, only the north wind kept blowing and blowing...


A few sprigs of red roses were scattered around... the wind was blowing...


The petals, red in color, are scattered on the white snow, buried deep when the snow falls.


Hua Xiaoyi ran back and forth to pick up roses that fell on the snow.


She was breathing quickly, panting heavily, and the white air condensed into water droplets in the cold air.


Some were blown far away, and she ran up to pick them up tirelessly, one by one...


Every time I picked one, I stopped to catch my breath.


Han Enzhu hid in the corner, looked at her, and watched quietly.


The whole street seemed so empty and cold at the moment.


(End of this chapter)