I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 129

Nian is not very conspicuous among children of the same age.

But she looks a little more aura than other children.

Especially when it comes to playing the piano.

It's as if...

If it is an exaggeration, this child exists just to play the piano.

While the other children were still tentatively groping for the strings, Nian was already playing very smoothly.

Even in other people's ears, there is a hearty feeling.

"Nian, you will definitely become the most famous luthier here in the future."

The teacher who teaches the piano always says this.

Many people are not very clear about the origin of reading.

I just know that this child has been learning piano here since a very early age.

Afterwards, many children grew up and left as teachers, but Nian was still there.

Gradually, some piano teachers have forgotten how the reading came about.

And the children who learned the piano later felt that this sister, who was a few years older than themselves, seemed to be a teacher too.

Because she played really well.

Even at some point, it has to surpass the skills of some teachers.

Although no one will admit it.

But sometimes it's not necessary
By the time he rushed to the kitchen familiarly, everyone else was already seated.

They didn't say anything about Nian's late arrival.

after eating
"Nian's piano skills have improved again."

A teacher said suddenly, and when he spoke, his eyes were full of admiration.

"I feel that the piano I hear every year is different."

Nian plays the piano under the cherry tree every year when the cherry blossoms bloom.

This seems to have become a fixed ritual.

Every year.

And the teachers will deliberately postpone the dinner of this day for a period of time.

Because these teachers can hear something from the sound of the piano.

It should be in remembrance.

Or is it that kind of... longing?

Nian didn't reply, and after smiling at them a few times, he buried himself in his meal.

"Recently there has been a lot of noise about people looking for people outside, do you know that?"

The topics on the dinner table are always like this, if one is missing, another will appear.

"What are you looking for?"

In fact, teachers usually don't go out to inquire about some news.

In contrast, those who only know how to practice the piano every day, the news is still relatively closed.

"There was a writer who wrote a story about the love story of a couple of luthiers. After reading this story, a rich man recovered from his hysteria. His wish was to hear the story again. the sound of the piano."

"So there is a lot of money to find people."

"It sounds a bit... unrealistic."

"But it actually happened."

"Then why don't you go find it?"

Someone from the side interrupted.

"But he's already passed away."

"Both died?"

"It seems that the lady died first. Anyway, the story here is more complicated, otherwise the writer wouldn't be able to write it."

"Which writer wrote it?"

Someone asked curiously.

It seems that if this kind of topic is chosen these days, it always feels that it does not fit the market very well.

Probably not many people would like to watch it.

"Writer, Xiaoyuan Kazuki."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Since it was Kazuki Xiaoyuan, it was understandable.

"Then, when you go out tomorrow, bring back some books."

Nian listened and did not speak.

It's just that she vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with her.

After all, it seems that father and mother are also luthiers.

And some things are very close to what the teachers talked about just now.

In fact, when they were chatting, they more or less looked at Nian.

In the memory of these teachers, there used to be a vague mention that Nian's parents were also luthiers.

But the time is so long that the corresponding details are almost forgotten.

"Have you noticed that there are fewer children coming to learn piano recently?"

As soon as this topic was brought up, the whole atmosphere began to decline.

Then everyone's faces didn't look very good.

There are a lot fewer students who come to learn piano.

And their income is naturally linked to this.

In the past, when the environment was good, the students in the piano hall were too late to accept.

Never even worried about livelihood matters.

But during this period of time, it seemed that Qin was submerged in those noisy environments, and could not afford to sink.

After all noble things are buried by reality, they will appear a little bloated and dilapidated at the same time.

Can learning piano be eaten?

It seems that they are also putting their hope on Kazuki Xiaoyuan at this time.

If possible, didn't this teacher write the piano?

So... It would be great if everyone could send their children to learn the piano like the attitude of rushing towards the snow country without hesitation.

After a long silence.

An elderly teacher with gray hair sighed faintly.

"This matter, when the time comes, everyone will think of a way. You can go outside to find students."

"So do you still have to buy the book for tomorrow?"

Nian raised his head at this moment, looking at the teacher who made up his mind earlier.

After being silent for a while, he nodded heavily.

……

The next day, the person in charge of purchasing brought back a few more books.

Seeing that everyone surrounded them layer by layer.

The person who got the book first inside read out the name gently.

But at this time, Nian didn't go out to play the piano.

Very rarely, waiting on the periphery of the crowd.

Her expression looked like she was waiting for a trial.

"Chunqin copied..."

The moment the name is read out.

The trial landed.

Nian's head exploded with a bang.

She never thought that her parents' affairs would be known.

At the same time, it will be taken out and written into a story.

How would such a story describe her parents?

Abnormal love?

arrogant?

Or humble?

It seems that since Nian was born, anyone who knows that she is the child of Sasuke and Harukin will sigh endlessly.

It's as if she is pitiful, she has such parents.

But for thoughts.

Her parents love her very much.

That's it.

As for the rest... she didn't care.

After his mother passed away, Sasuke sent Nen out.

It's not that he won't stay and take care of her.

But Sasuke's situation at the time was not very good.

Without sight, life becomes a mess.

And Sasuke didn't want others to take care of him.

Under all circumstances, there is only such an arrangement.

Nian always looked terrified.

Even she is afraid.

If the teacher in the small courtyard described the relationship between parents even more abnormally.

It seems that for her, there is a feeling of powerlessness.

Her long-cherished wish is to become a famous luthier.

Then, in front of everyone, tell them how noble the love between parents is.

In such panic.

I heard a passage written by the teacher of the small courtyard:

He spent 21 years alone, mending the memory of Chunqin every day until that figure became more and more vivid.

……

(End of this chapter)