After wearing the book, I became popular on the survival show

Song Yumian didn't know what the five uncles behind him had imagined after seeing this scene.

Didn't even notice, they were just here.

I just focused on looking at the information in front of me, silently put the phone on the phone next to me, listened to Qin Zhuo’s steady breathing on the other side through the earphones, and waited until I was sure that the person had fallen asleep. He hung up the phone again, and silently said, "Good night."

When Qin Zhuo called him, he didn't say much, he just said briefly that he moved out of Qin's house, and if there were no accidents, he probably would never go back again.

Even so, Song Yumian could clearly feel what this sentence meant to him just from his long silence and depression.

It's just because Qin Zhuo deliberately concealed from his former native family before, which caused him to have some deviations and misunderstandings about the source of his emotions.

In Song Yumian's heart, all of Qin Zhuo's depressed mood now just came from the Qin family.

He didn't know everything that happened to Qin Zhuo before he went to the orphanage, but even what he heard from his mouth was enough to make him feel sad at this moment.

On the other end of the phone, the person who had experienced all this personally was still in the mood to chat and joke with him.

"I called you this time, does it count as taking up the quota on the day of the game?"

"Not counting."

Qin Zhuo was sitting alone by the bed in a hotel in a foreign country, without turning on the lights, the room was pitch black, and the only thing that was still lit was probably only the faint light reflected from the moonlight reflected from his golden eyes. .

"There is a competition in one day, and maintaining a good sleep should be very important for a pianist. Go to bed, and I will wait until you fall asleep before hanging up."

Song Yumian flipped through the documents in his hand while facing the phone expressionlessly.

The cold voice sounded like it didn't have much emotion, but Qin Zhuo could feel that his voice was visibly lowered and trembling when he said this.

I'm afraid that at this moment, even though Song Yumian is in the club, his whole heart has been completely disturbed because of his phone call.

Thinking of this, while hating his own selfishness and calculations, Qin Zhuo still couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth, and an uncontrollable smugness rose in his heart.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the mobile phone in front of him, enjoying the care, pampering, and accommodating Song Yumian gave him.

It was even extremely despicable, deliberately pretending to be pitiful, and taking advantage of Song Yumian's kindness, invaded the city slightly from the bottom of his heart, and further captured it completely.

"Well...thank you brother."

After Qin Zhuo said this, his voice fell silent again. It seemed that he had listened to his words and fell asleep obediently.

Song Yumian continued to look down at the information, with a flat expression, as if the only difference between wearing an extra pair of earphones was that he didn't care at all about the phone call just now.

But only Song Yumian knew that since he received the call, his heart had been so confused that he couldn't read a word anymore.

In my ears, I heard the person's shallow breathing like a light feather, and what I repeated in my mind was the scene of just talking to someone on the phone.

"Because I couldn't find anyone to call for a while, I subconsciously called you, brother. Didn't bother you too much?"

After Song Yumian received the call, feeling the long silence on the other end of the phone, he fed him a few times before hearing Qin Zhuo's hoarse and dull voice.

For a moment, it was as if his heart was being squeezed tightly. With this phone call alone, Song Yumian couldn't be sure what Qin Zhuo's situation was like until he heard the sound of his steady breathing when he was sleeping peacefully. Peace of mind.

Even Song Yumian himself didn't know when did he start to care so much about Qin Zhuo.

Those who care, even if they hold the materials in their hands, still can't read any of them, and there is an irritability in their hearts that they haven't felt for a long time.

Song Yumian just sat there with the information in her hand for more than an hour. She didn't stand up again until she hung up the phone, and walked to the next door for a run without saying a word.

And the five uncles who had been secretly sitting behind him and watching him for a long time also looked at each other at this moment, and then all shook their heads in regret.

It's over, it's over... The information has lasted an hour, and a page hasn't been moved. If you care so much, I'm afraid you really fell in love.

USA, Philadelphia, Curtis Institute of Music.

Because of Song Yumian, Qin Zhuo had a rare good night's sleep before the match, and he was in a good mood. He even saw his arch-rival who belonged to different players in the past, but wanted to find fault with him in everything.

In his heart, he wanted to show mercy and let others go.

But in the end, in this world, there will always be a small group of people who like to give face away.

"Hey, isn't this Qin Zhuo who hangs himself for his own mother? I heard that you were going to participate in the Survival Variety Show. I thought you were too afraid to come. You planned to evolve from a wild species to a wild man." .”

"But no matter whether you dare to come or not, you will lose this song. Usually, no matter what kind of competition or competition, it's all about virtuosos. I thought it was because of your fucking personality. Playing these is purely for show off, and it belongs to your personal hobby. But that day when the school conducted an information census, I 'accidentally' saw your file, and by the way, I also saw your psychotherapy records."

"It turns out that because you can't feel the emotions in the music at all, you deliberately pursue technology to try your best to cover up your shortcomings. But whoever comes to the concert hall does not want to listen to a machine, and the venue remains the same. You play that kind of music. You, musician? A fraudster."

Tomorrow the final competition will be held in the recital hall of the school. Qin Zhuo is standing outside the door of his professor's office. Originally, he wanted to wait for the professor to come back and ask him to find a vacant room in the school for him to stay in, so as to avoid early tomorrow morning. You have to go from the hotel to this toss.

Unexpectedly, before the professor came, the first person to wait was this Yankee who wanted to grow his eyeballs to the top of his head, and liked to peep into other people's privacy by various shady means.

He didn't even take the initiative to find him to settle accounts for this matter, but this guy ran over by himself.

Speaking English, talking and laughing, babbling like a loudspeaker in the vegetable market, with his chin raised and his hips akimbo, just the frightened look on his face gave Qin Zhuo a headache.

"You Chinese are like this. You are inherently inferior, and you are despicable in your bones!"

"Hey, you're not despicable, you're the most upright, just because you never beat me in the previous competitions, so this time you just start from something that has nothing to do with the piano."

"Look at the personal file I submitted to the school. You should know that this is illegal, but you still did it knowing that it was illegal. It can be seen that you really want to win me. I am indeed emotional. Weak short board."

As Qin Zhuo said, leaning against the wall of the corridor, he smiled and lit a cigarette in front of the people.

After taking a full breath, he sprayed the smoke directly on the face heavily.

"But I really don't know who gave you the confidence to make you feel that as long as you use your strengths to match my weaknesses, you can beat me. Strengths and weaknesses, these are relative to my own Speaking, and if you want to compare you with me, there has been an idiom in China since ancient times that is worthless, and these four words are the ones that really describe you."

Just as Qin Zhuo finished speaking, the professor who had gone to class before happened to come back with the key at this time.

Qin Zhuo pinched his cigarette at the right time, but the Yankee still didn't restrain himself, and cursed Qin Zhuo loudly in front of the professor: "Sonofabitch (son of a son of a bitch)!"

It caused the professor to stamp his feet in a very unpleasant way, stared at him very severely, and told him to rush in and go back to his dormitory.

And Qin Zhuo, as his most proud student for so many years, naturally followed him and walked into his exclusive office.

"I heard that in the past three months, you have also carried out that **** wild survival? Are you crazy?! You are the most talented pianist in recent decades. Could it be that you are the most talented pianist in the past few decades? That brother's masterpiece? What the hell is he trying to do!"

The old professor was obviously very excited about this matter. Before he finished a sentence, his face was already red and his neck was thick, and he kept circling around his desk. Unable to show his image, he patted the table in front of his students.

"Don't be so angry, Professor, I'm still standing in front of you. Every finger is still as flexible as ever. Besides, I only went to the wild once, and I really learned a lot and changed a lot."

"The most fundamental thing is that I met a person I like, a person who is like a daffodil. He made me accept the piano again. As long as he is there, from now on my piano will not be emotional. lose to anyone."

Qin Zhuo stood in front of people, and when he was talking, even his eyes were full of tenderness and yearning.

The old professor knows about Qin Zhuo's past, and like Song Yumian, feels sad and sad about it.

In the past few years, he also wanted to help Qin Zhuo get out of the shadows of the past many times, so he talked to him, took him to see the scenery, and introduced him to a psychiatrist.

As long as he could do it, he almost did it for others, but in the end, he still couldn't change anything.

Now no matter what the performance of tomorrow's competition is, just his unprecedented state now is enough to make the old professor happy.

"In this case, I'm looking forward to your performance tomorrow, to show the master and apprentice with eyes on the top of their heads a little bit, and let them know what is a real genius and what is a real art !"

As the old professor said, he looked at Qin Zhuo in front of him with admiration, picked up his pipe, and handed him a key to his dormitory room.

"Take a good rest tonight. Don't be late at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I have been optimistic about the talented pianist for so many years."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-1301:32:11~2021-03-1400:51:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 chick;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!