Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The next day

There is a guzheng in front of A Zi.

"Teacher, is this the Guzheng? I think it's so beautiful."

Mo Zi touched the guzheng and said happily

"Teacher, are we going to start learning this in the first class today?"

Mo Zi continued to ask happily

"That's right, students. Now I'll introduce it to you. Guzheng..."

The teacher gave a vivid sermon on the stage

"Hmm, what you said was really good. I didn't know there's so much history behind the guzheng! How should I learn it?"

Mo Zi listened to the teacher's explanation and thought a lot, then suddenly turned around and saw Mo Yun at the door.

"elder brother."

"shush"

Mo Yun made a gesture to stop talking, to prevent Mo Zi from seeing her happy look and affecting the teacher.

"Listen carefully, brother will support you from the side."

"Um"

Mo Zi saw his brother lip-syncing to him and continued listening.

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"Hey, this Hanfu I chose is pretty good too. The light sleeves sway gently in the wind. It's so ethereal."

Mo Yun looked at her sister's cute appearance and inadvertently revealed an aunt-like smile.

Guzheng, an instrument that looks simple but actually contains profound cultural heritage, is undoubtedly a mountain that requires patience and perseverance to climb for beginners.

"Besides the suona, I personally think the guzheng is the best. It makes me feel like I'm floating in the air. I wonder if I can replicate those things from my past life?"

Mo Yun's thoughts gradually drifted away

"However, the guzheng has a beautiful and melodious tone, a wide range of notes, and extremely rich expressiveness. Whether playing passionate melodies or gentle tunes, the guzheng can display its unique charm and flavor."

"Mo Xie is a good guzheng player. If he could be more normal, it would be better for Mo Zi to worship him as her teacher."

Mo Yun said with regret

Following the teacher's instructions, my younger sister, Mo Zi, began her guzheng journey. However, as I expected, she quickly became flustered. The teacher's fingers danced lightly across the strings like fluttering butterflies, while Mo Zi's fingers seemed clumsy, like a baby who had just learned to walk, each step seeming difficult.

However, when her fingers touched the guzheng's strings, her anticipation was instantly shattered by an invisible force. The guzheng's strings didn't seem to welcome this new arrival. Under her fingertips, they produced a series of chaotic notes, like a group of lost elves, randomly dancing across the instrument, unable to find their way home.

Mo Zi's brow furrowed, her eyes, once gleaming with light, now filled with confusion and frustration. She struggled to recall the fingerings her teacher had just explained, trying to get her fingers to obey her brain's instructions. But the harder she tried, the less responsive they became. Her fingers slid across the strings like a child skating for the first time, unable to maintain their balance and falling over and over again.

"This is the gong note. Gently press this string with your index finger," the teacher patiently instructed. But Ah Zi's fingers seemed to be at odds with hers. She either pressed the wrong string or miscontrolled the pressure, resulting in notes that were either shrill or muffled. Her brow furrowed, her eyes filled with confusion and frustration.

"No, my sister's confidence will be crushed if this continues! We have to think of a solution!"

Mo Yun felt a little uncomfortable watching from the side, and slowly walked to her sister's side.

"Don't worry, take your time," Mo Yun soothed softly, trying to ease her nerves. But Ah Zi didn't seem to relax, and instead became even more nervous. Her fingers plucked the strings randomly, like she was performing a chaotic dance, completely losing rhythm and melody.

"Oops, wrong again!" The younger sister slapped her head in frustration and tried even harder to correct her mistake. But the more she did this, the more flustered she became, and she even began to doubt whether she was really suited to learning the guzheng.

Mo Yun looked at her sister's bewildered state, feeling both amused and distressed. "I know that guzheng playing isn't a skill that can be mastered overnight; it requires long periods of practice and accumulation. And what my sister is going through now reflects the difficulties and challenges that every beginner faces."

"It's okay, sister." Mo Yun comforted her again, "Learning the guzheng is like climbing a mountain. It may be tiring and difficult at the beginning, but as long as you persevere, you will definitely be able to climb to the top and see the most beautiful scenery."

Mo Zi seemed touched by my words. She took a deep breath and readjusted her mindset and posture. This time, she didn't rush for results. Instead, she patiently practiced every fingering and every note according to the teacher's instructions.

As time went by, Mo Zi's fingers gradually became more flexible. Although still far from being proficient, she was able to play a simple melody. Mo Yun listened to the slightly awkward but effortful piano music, and her heart was filled with satisfaction and pride.

"Brother, how was my playing?" Ah Zi finally stopped what she was doing and looked up at me and asked. I smiled and nodded: "Excellent! You've done very well." When my sister heard what I said, a bright smile bloomed on her face.

……

Like a kindly old painter, the setting sun painted the horizon a gentle orange-red. Its afterglow bathed the road home, adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary day. Mo Yun watched Ah Zi, intently practicing her guzheng, feeling a surge of joy. After an afternoon of effort, her fingers, though still a bit clumsy, managed to manage a few coherent notes. Her resilience in rising from setbacks filled Mo Yun with immense pride.

"Sister, it's getting late. We should go home after school." Mo Yun's voice was tinged with laughter, gently interrupting Mo Zi's practice. Ah Zi looked up, a satisfied smile on her face. Although beads of sweat beaded her forehead, her eyes were brighter than ever. "Really? I feel like I've made a little progress!" She jumped up excitedly, as if all her fatigue had disappeared in that moment.

Mo Yun smiled and nodded, already making a plan. "Yeah, you did a great job! To reward your hard work and perseverance today, how about I take you to buy your favorite candied haws?" At the mention of candied haws, Ah Zi's eyes lit up, as if the whole world had become sweet. "Wow! Really? Brother, you're so kind!" She cheered, grabbed Mo Yun's hand, and ran out, her innocent joy infecting the air around them.

On the way home, the brother and sister chatted and laughed. Ah Zi would often share anecdotes from her guzheng practice, while Mo Yun listened patiently, occasionally offering a word of encouragement. The setting sun stretched their shadows far out, as if bearing witness to the deep bond between the siblings.

Arriving at the candied haws stall, Mo Yun carefully selected the largest, reddest bunch and handed it to Ah Zi. Ah Zi took the candied haws and carefully took a bite. The sweet and sour taste instantly spread in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, as if the whole world had become beautiful.

"Brother, thank you! This candied haws is so sweet, just like my mood today!" Mo Zi said to Mo Yun with a smile. Mo Yun looked at Mo Zi's happy face and felt warm in her heart. "As long as you are happy, I am satisfied. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you must face them bravely like you did today. I will always support you."

"Brother, I will always be by your side, encouraging you to move forward."

"Okay, we'll make a promise and stick to it for a hundred years."

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(ps: Do you have the feeling of an old father watching his daughter finally grow up? (??w??)ShuanQ)