School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 87 The Musical Notes Scattered by God (2)
An Xihao said softly beside her: "You can say whatever you want. Don't be afraid."


David also gave her an encouraging look and nodded to her.


She stood on the podium and bowed, her clear and soft voice was like a little snowflake, blooming in the air: "Hello everyone, my name is Hua Xiaoyi. My specialty is... the violin; the repertoire is... Bedo Fern's Violin Concerto in D Major."


Hua Xiaoyi felt her own voice trembling slightly in the air.


When the whole class heard what she said about Beethoven's "Violin Concerto in D Major", everyone had a mocking look on their faces and a look of watching the show.


An Xihao suddenly felt that the four famous songs he gave Hua Xiaoyi had indirectly harmed her.


But now, the one that Hua Xiaoyi pulls best is Beethoven's "Violin Concerto in D Major"-although it is only a small unit in the first movement.But for a beginner like her, it was already the limit.


Both An Xihao and David finished playing brilliantly.


Everyone responded with warm applause, and at the same time, the two of them became more popular with girls.


Hua Xiaoyi, trembling, stood on the podium like walking on thin ice.


As soon as she saw her orange violin, Jin Qiaohui's eyes widened and she didn't even take a breath.


Jin Qiaohui stared at her angrily, and then gave An Yuxi a sad look.


Han Enzhu also noticed it, so she quickly walked around to Jin Qiaohui's side, leaned into her ear, and said quietly: "Oh my God, didn't An Yuxi's grandma play this orange violin before? Yuxi actually gave it to Hua Xiaoyi! I heard that this orange violin was given by An Yuxi's grandfather to his grandmother as a token of love. This is a famous violin, a classic handmade by famous masters. It has a long history."


"Okay, stop talking, Eun-joo."


Jin Qiaohui clenched her fists tightly, her entire face contorted with anger.


When Hua Xiaoyi plucked up her courage, as if facing an abyss, she played Lao Bei's Violin Concerto step by step.


The whole classroom was suddenly silent.


Even the sound of the wind "hoo hoo..." gently brushing over his face can be heard clearly.


They can't believe that a beginner who has just started can express the emotions of this piece of music vividly, this kind of mutual admiration, this kind of fragrant love fragrance is volatile in the air.


Although her techniques are impure and not difficult, they are deeply affectionate and sincere, which can make people cry.


Hua Xiaoyi adapted the first movement of the concerto, playing only the part she likes and is most familiar with, and played it back again and again, which deepened the happy and sweet melody.


Deep in her heart, she kept repeating the story about "teacher-student love" told by An Yuxi.

(End of this chapter)