"Qingping Tune" is a work by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, which is used to praise the beauty of Yang Guifei, one of the four great beauties of ancient times. The first sentence, which is also Feng Keer's favorite sentence, is "The cloud wants clothes, and the flowers want to look".

The one who is singing is not his master, but his younger sister, a talented student from Xinghai Conservatory of Music. She didn't show up this morning, not to go out to run errands for the master, but to become the object of the master's next professor.

There is a touch of tenderness in the long-haired girl's singing, which is very in line with the artistic conception of this song, just like Tang Xuanzong's deep affection for Yang Guifei at the beginning. However, no matter how well the junior sister sang, Feng Ke'er at this time was not blessed, her heart seemed to be beaten hard, her nose had an unbearable sourness, and tears were almost about to fall.

Feng Ke'er ran back to the first floor alone, she sat on the sofa in the living room and cried silently, it turned out that everything she took for granted was not real, it was like a bubble, and a gust of wind could be blown away.

Feng Keer finally realized that she was not the only choice for her master, the long-haired girl also had extraordinary qualifications, and the "Qingping Tune" she sang also had a unique charm.

Feng Ke'er didn't know how the next day would be spent, she barely finished all the housework, and returned to her dormitory exhausted until the evening.

Lying on the bed in the dormitory and rubbing her sore arms, it was far more difficult to undertake housework alone than she imagined, Feng Keer could only tell herself to grit her teeth and persevere, after all, didn't her junior sister come over like this?

Maybe in a few days, when the master is gone, he will teach me again, Feng Ke'er has such a glimmer of expectation in her heart, before that, she must complete all the tasks assigned by the master.

The roles were reversed like this, the long-haired girl became the object of being taught by the master every day, and Feng Keer always had endless housework. When she went out to take out the garbage, Feng Keer could still see the black cat occasionally, and at first Feng Keer would still bland and drive it away, but after doing so repeatedly, Feng Keer suddenly saw her appearance in the eyes of the black cat, and she actually felt sympathy in her heart.

Kitten, what are you holding onto? Feng Ke'er didn't pick up the stick from the grass, but put some of the food from the garbage in front of the black cat. Always on its toes, the black cat rushes to the meal, bites the largest piece of meat, and then runs away. Feng Ke'er suddenly understood that the black cat's previous ferocity was all pretending, as if he was holding a stick to treat it.

The day of the concert is getting closer and closer, and since that day, Zhang Yanfang has never taught Feng Keer again, and her only remaining hope is becoming more and more slim. The long-haired girl cherishes her hard-won opportunities every day, and she doesn't know how many times she has sung "Qingping Tune", but Feng Keer found that even when she went to the toilet, her junior sister was still practicing.

Coincidentally, the long-haired girl also experienced a physical illness two weeks later, and her condition was much worse than Feng Ke'er's at the beginning, not only was her face pale, but she also seemed weak to speak. But even in this situation, the long-haired girl still walked into the master's room, and she practiced "Qingping Tune" over and over again in a slightly hoarse voice. Feng Keer, who was hiding outside the door and eavesdropping, chose to leave calmly for the first time.

Zhang Yanfang's concert was held as scheduled at Yangcheng Gymnasium, which is a large-scale venue, and ordinary singers will not have the courage to hold a concert here. But Zhang Yanfang was different from them, and that night, a full 50,000 fans filled the venue.

The long-haired girl became the only guest performer at this concert, while Feng Keer sat in the audience like an ordinary audience, she felt the madness of the fans up close, and at the same time saw the almost perfect performance of her sister.

The appearance of the junior sister was very good in the response of the fans, Feng Keer heard a lot of comments from the audience, and they all felt that the long-haired girl could be called Zhang Yanfang's successor regardless of her appearance or singing voice.

When she left the venue, Feng Keer was still inevitably lonely, she knew very well in her heart that everything belonged to her. Whether it is his performance at the concert or the affirmation of most fans, if he stands on the stage tonight, maybe more audiences will praise him.

The next day, Feng Ke'er chose not to be silent anymore, she wanted to seize the opportunity one last time, not to be a pawn abandoned by her master. Feng Ke'er brought coffee and strawberries into the master's bedroom, she did this deliberately while the housekeeper was not paying attention, if the housekeeper was present, Feng Ke'er would lose the opportunity to chat with the master alone.

The end of the concert did not make Zhang Yanfang relax, because she still had a job in a film and television drama immediately afterward, and becoming a star of Zhang Yanfang's level did not have much time for herself.

Zhang Yanfang had already dressed and stood in front of the windowsill, she was surprised that it was not the housekeeper who came in but Feng Ke'er, but the look on Zhang Yanfang's face quickly returned to naturalness, she picked up the coffee and said lightly, "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Feng Ke'er took a deep breath, in front of her master, she felt that she needed a strong heart, and after a few seconds, Feng Ke'er still said the words that she had suppressed for a long time, "Master, please, give me another chance!"

Feng Keer's tone was full of sincerity, not a begging, but a belief, a determination to be unwilling for his dreams. She can't watch her junior sister completely replace her and embark on the broad road that was once in front of her, and if she doesn't fight for it, she will be eliminated forever.

Zhang Yanfang didn't answer Feng Ke'er directly, she put down the coffee she drank a few sips, looked out the window and said, "Do you know that there is a kind of fish called the red fish? When they were young, they were very similar to goldfish, with red scales and beautiful tail fins, and people often think of them as goldfish." But as time goes on, the gap becomes more and more obvious, and the red fish is always a red fish, and it can't have a bigger size, nor can it have a more gorgeous metamorphosis after adulthood. So no matter how hard you try, it is impossible for a red fish to become a goldfish. Ke'er, do you understand what I said?"

Zhang Yanfang finally turned around, but what she saw was Feng Ke'er's body trembling slightly. Feng Ke'er understood what the master said, but she still stubbornly raised her head and said unadmittedly, "Master, I'm not a red fish!"