West pigeon teeth.

Outside a beautiful country house, an old Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate of the manor.

The old butler in the manor walked out quickly, looking at Mars who was slightly stunned, but still maintained the boring and cumbersome aristocratic etiquette spirit and stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Butler, is the teacher there?"

"The old man just woke up from a nap and is in the piano room. ”

"Take me to him. ”

Mars said as he rushed in with a stack of heavy scores.

"Mr. Mars, Mr. Mars... You slow down, you don't like to be disturbed by others when you practice. ”

Seeing that Mars was about to go to the piano room, the old butler stepped forward and hurriedly stopped Mars to explain.

"The quality of sleep has not been very good recently, and if you can practice the piano seriously, you can wake up for an hour or two every day, if you are not in a hurry, you can wait until the master finishes practicing. ”

The old butler looked at Mars neither humbly nor arrogantly, although he knew that the Mars in front of him was his master's favorite apprentice, but he did not compromise because of this, this was an important order given by his master, try not to be disturbed when he practiced the piano.

Mars had an anxious look on his face, and he knew that because of the teacher's age, he could only have the energy to practice the piano for a few hours a day.

Pondering slightly, Mars looked down at the script in his arms, he really couldn't wait for the teacher to finish practicing, and immediately rushed to the practice room on the second floor despite the dissuasion of the old butler.

"Teacher!"

"Mars, what's wrong?"

Hank heard the door open, stopped practicing, and turned around to see that it was Mars, and a kind smile appeared on his old face.

Mars is the most gifted of all his students, and he is also the most filial on weekdays, and he always pays a special visit to his house during the New Year's holidays, and Hank has always regarded Mars as his own son all these years.

"Teacher, look at this. ”

Seeing that Hank was not angry, Mars breathed a sigh of relief, and did not talk nonsense at the moment, and put the score he printed out overnight on the table in Mars's piano room, although he had watched it all night last night, but at this moment, he still couldn't control his trembling in front of the teacher.

That young man from the East is terrible!

How could God allow such a perfect man to appear in the world!

It's so unfair!

Seeing the student's serious face, Hank did not hesitate to stand up and began to hold the score, note by note, and carefully looked at it.

At this level, he can completely simulate the melody in his mind with his own imagination.

Old Hank saw this from the morning to the noon, and the five scores that were turned over and over made the eighty-year-old man sweat gradually on his forehead, and he did not react until the old butler came up to remind him that he could prepare for the meal.

Hank's old, thin body seemed to be exhausted, and he slumped in the sofa chair, but he still clutched the score in his hand, looking at Mars in disbelief.

"You wrote this?"

Old Hank's voice trembled with excitement, and the words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth one by one.

"No, teacher, do you remember the young man I told you about last time? It was written by the young Chinese man who wrote "To Alice". ”

Mars said with a wry smile, in fact, he didn't want to believe that Cheng Ran could make five peerless piano pieces in succession, how terrible this Chinese person is, and why did God want to descend such a person to the world, this talent is really jealous!

"He...I...go see...go see..."

"Teacher, Teacher!!!"

"Mr. Butler, Mr. Butler, call an ambulance, call an ambulance......."

Seeing the teacher standing upright and unconscious, Mars hurriedly yelled at the old butler who was waiting outside the door, and the old butler entered the door and saw that his master was unconscious, and he turned his head and rushed out of the door without saying a word.

A panicked Mars looked at the room in confusion to see if there was any medicine or something that could relieve the teacher's pain.

But...here except for the piano, the only thing left is the score....

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"How long are they going to watch themselves!!"

Cheng Ran stood in the special theater for the music team to practice, helplessly looked at the dozen or so old people huddled in the dark under the stage, and bowed his head to Li Junshou who assisted him and asked.

It's been a few days!

It's been a few days!

Since these old people woke up in the hospital, they have been following them every step of the way, as long as they are free, a group of old people will tremble and crutches, holding the music score and asking Cheng Ran if he has any inspiration, can he complete the remaining songs.

Especially!

Among them, there are several professors who are wearing hanging needles for physical reasons.

While playing the needle, he tried to make a kind appearance and asked if he was inspired.....

Isn't it too pretty!

"Xiao Ran, don't worry, these people can't do anything, the dean can't stop it, you can quickly complete the score." ”

Li Junshou stared at Cheng Ran with a green light in his eyes, and he had no choice but to make his phone burst in the past few days, all of which were asking when the score would be perfected.

Especially after the outside world learned that Cheng Ran had created five broken songs, he suddenly boiled.

First at home, and then abroad, pianists all over the world went crazy because of these five piano pieces, and at first they contacted the dean, and from 12 a.m. to 12 a.m., it is said that the dean's phone calls never stopped.

And because most of the people who called were giants in the international piano world, even colleges and universities in other regions wanted to buy Cheng Ran, a student, at a high price.

As a result, the dean is now being driven to sleep in the guest room by his wife.

After a few days, the dean really couldn't stand it, and he was not old, and he had to deal with this little hair on the top of his head, so he could only throw this cauldron to Li Junshou, who was young and strong and had no wife.

"Brother Jun, a few teachers. ”

Cheng Ran stopped the band that was still practicing cooperation, and sat on the piano bench completely regardless of the image, leaning against the piano with his back to look like he was going to kill and scrape you.

"I really can't make it up, I really can't make it up !!!

Cheng Ran rested his elbows on his knees, supported his face with his hands, and begged for mercy from the dozen or so professors below who thought he was hiding well.

Can you imagine that every morning when you get up and just go out, you can see a group of old men pretending to meet by chance and asking yourself if the song is complete?

Every night before going to bed, Li Junshou's self-muttering sound would come from under the window.

"I develop a good bedtime routine every night, and I start by thinking about what I did today, what I didn't do, what I should do tomorrow, and what I still haven't done.......

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It's been three days in a row, if it weren't for the fact that he let a group of reporters block Cheng Ran as soon as he left the school gate now, where would he still be watched by people like animals every day here.

More than a dozen professors in the audience and Li Junshou next to him, seeing that Cheng Ran did not look like a fake, couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in their hearts.

It seems that it has been a bit too much these days.

And persecuting Cheng Ran like this will indeed only have the opposite effect, and it doesn't seem to help Cheng Ran much.

"Then you still don't know the piano!"

Suddenly, the band leader Chen Ranran whispered.

Originally, the sound effect of this theater hall was very outstanding, and everyone was pondering as soon as Cheng Ran finished speaking, Chen Ranran's seemingly quiet voice could accurately drill into everyone's ears.

"This ......"

"It seems to make some sense......

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