My oil painting is perfect

"What?" The student raised his head suspiciously, "I didn't make a mistake..."

Haika turned over the score again. It was a very simple etude. It was also included in the score that Feili gave him before. He had read it many times and remembered it by heart.

"Can I play it?" Heika asked with a smile, his hands itching for a while.

The two students took one look at him, brought him a chair, and handed him the violin.

Haika took the piano, crossed his legs, and did not start to play immediately, but tuned the tone. He turned the knobs of the piano head a few times one by one, and plucked the corresponding strings with his right hand repeatedly, constantly adjusting with the tone. After a few minutes, the piano was recalibrated.

The other two looked at him quietly, and began to look at each other squarely.

"Just now in the first intro, there was a slide that played the wrong fret. It should be from the third fret of the fifth string to the sixth fret. You just slid to the fifth fret. And this place, the Am chord, the root note is on the fifth string. You just now Played five strings..."

Haika pointed out the mistakes in the playing just now according to the score, and played those places correctly, and then started to play the etude in its entirety. The degree is very high.

"Clap clap-"

At this time, a long-haired young man emerged from behind the guitar wall. He was about 30 years old. He wore a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans on his waist. He looked very trendy. He applauded loudly and expressed appreciation. He looked at Haika.

"How long has this student been practicing piano?"

Haika put down the piano, looked around in the piano shop, and replied, "About half a month."

As soon as this was said, the two students behind immediately opened their mouths wide, "No way, this is a grade-three exam song, and you can play it after only half a month?"

"Did I hear you right?" The young man dug his ears with a look of disbelief.

"The two of us were still practicing plaid for half a month, and it took us three months to barely master this piece." The two students murmured, still unable to believe this fact.

"You must be guided by a famous teacher, and you have been fascinated by it at a young age..." The young man continued to talk about his guess. He has never seen such a talented student. In this small town, there are very few people who learn guitar. After playing for a few months, I put it in the corner to eat ashes.

"He doesn't have a teacher. He plays by himself. The guitar was given to him by the luthier Philip. Do you sell guitars?"

Yolan walked in and saw Heika chatting with the boss, thought he was buying a piano, so he went up to add a few words, but the boss's jaw almost fell out after hearing this.

"You are simply a genius!"

The boss hugged Heika violently, ecstatic, and his eyes were so hot that Yolan, who was caught in the middle, felt embarrassed.

"Well... can you relax and talk again?"

He tried to break free from the middle, but the boss entangled them together like a rubber band.

"Hey! Do you still sell pianos?"

He yelled, finally brought the boss back to his senses, Heika shrugged, "I don't buy pianos."

"My name is Carlo. I'm the owner of this piano shop. I'm also the music teacher of Lankui High School. I can give you a good guitar. To be honest, the filina is just rubbish. He showed it to me before. What a loss!"

"But that's the guitar he made himself, I can't replace it." Heika shook his head, rejecting his kindness.

"Wait—" Seeing that he turned to leave, the boss hurriedly pulled him back.

"Your name is Haika, right? How old is this year?"

"15." Heika thought for a moment and said.

"Is it okay for you to be my student? It doesn't matter if your grades are not good. You can be a music student. I promise to make you the best music talent in Lankui High School and help you enter the top music academy for further study."

Boss Carlo cherishes such a rare genius very much, and hopes that he can be his student and teach him everything about himself.

"Heika, aren't you going to sign up for Lankui High School after the summer vacation?" Yolan pulled him aside and whispered, "I think you can think about it. I heard that he is very good. He is the musician Dyson." As for the student, he has only been here for a short time, and he will go back at some point. He is the best at playing the guitar in the whole town.

The two chattered for a long time before turning around and facing Carlo.

"it is good."

Heika simply said one word and smiled brightly at him.

"Great! Yay!"

Carlo was so excited that he danced his arms and legs, and spun around in the piano store, "Heika is my student!"

"Then you will come to the piano store every day from now on. There is a test before school starts, and there are some things that need to be practiced."

Heika nodded, and then followed Yolan out of the piano shop.

As soon as he came out, he saw Dorothy holding two large bags of fruit and staring at them.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so powerful, Haika. Teacher Carlo said you are a genius!"

Heika was embarrassed by what she said, so he shook his head and explained, "That piece just happens to be familiar."

"Teach me sometime. I see some students playing in the class. Don't be too envious." Although Dorothy is good at studying, she studies cold drink making all day in her spare time and knows nothing about musical instruments.

The three of them were walking home one after the other, and a bag of fruit had already been eaten.

"Hey! What's the name of the piece you played just now?" Yolan asked casually after eating the last grape.

"Don't lie to him." Heka ate half of the banana and looked up.

"Really? It's a funny name. It sounds cheerful. I thought it meant marrying him or something."

Don't lie to him, these words were in Heika's mind, and he paused, thinking that he should tell him his true identity.

"Yoran!" Throwing the banana peel into the roadside trash can, he stopped the person in front of him.

"Huh?" Yolan turned around, "Why?"

"Do you still remember the oil painting you mentioned earlier?" Heika looked at him and said slowly.

"The painting a month ago?" He thought thoughtfully, "But it disappeared after the painting was finished."

"What do you think of that painting?" There was a trace of nervousness in Heika's eyes, "Actually, I..."

Yolan didn't speak, his eye circles were a little red, as if he remembered something.

"Not much." He shook his head, with a tear in his eye. "Actually, I hated that painting. In order to paint it, I missed an important thing."

After he finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.

Haika stood alone on the spot, as if his heart had been hit violently, and felt emotionally drained at that moment.

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The author Jun Guitar was sold before, and I saved up to buy Xinyi's...