On September 1, 2012, Zhucheng Zhiyuan Middle School ushered in the first day of the autumn school year.

Aunt Deng, the nanny of the Lin family, started preparing breakfast half an hour earlier than in August, poached eggs fried in olive oil, accompanied by a glass of warm imported skim milk, a slice of whole-wheat toast, one side of the bread is coated with French butter, and the other side should be dipped in some cranberry jam, which the young master loves to eat. Oh, and the German-style grilled sausage that Mr. Lin's friend brought back from Germany, which tastes a little salty, and is paired with a little tomato sauce, which the young master loves to eat.

Aunt Deng has been working in this house for 15 years, and since the day the young master landed, she has been working and living in this house as a confinement wife, and only goes back to her house once on Sunday afternoon. She spent more time with Young Master Lin than her own son, and sometimes, she even had the illusion that she mistook this mansion in a secluded corner of Zhucheng City as her home. Until the piercing silver bell rang, reminding her that the person controlling the silver bell was the master.

"Aunt Deng, is breakfast ready?" Even though she had prepared in advance, she was still urged by the young master. For more than a decade, she has been cautious and rarely makes mistakes. Although this job looks humble to outsiders, she relies on a good salary to support her son's study in Japan. When she went to the supermarket to purchase, she also had full confidence, and when the young woman dressed as a small white-collar worker on the side was still stopping for the Australian little green dragon in the freezer, she directly opened the freezer and picked the best quality. She understands that this dignity cannot be obtained from other jobs only by having a high level of Chinese proficiency.

"Young master, let's drink a glass of milk first." She extinguished the gas stove, and before she had time to plate the sausages, she took the milk bread and walked quickly and steadily to the dining room. After seeing the young master seated, he came back to put the sausages and eggs on the plate, and then returned to the restaurant.

"Hmm." The young man in front of him was even less talkative than his father. At the age of 15, he is already 1.7 meters tall, and his body looks a little thin at first glance, but in fact, he hides his tender and tight muscles under the dull school uniform.

"It's only 7 o'clock, and the boy got up early today." Aunt Deng glanced at the floor clock that was leaning at the dining table.

"It's not early, I'll have to practice later." The young man drank the milk down, and there was only half a sausage left on his plate.

"It's still salty." Aunt Deng thought to herself, next time she won't do this, let's take these sausages back to her own home.

In 2012, about 10 years ago, smartphones have not been popularized as now, and the Lin family still maintains the habit of subscribing to newspapers every day.

Aunt Deng still inadvertently saw the eye-catching title: "The genius boy Lin Zhiyi was admitted to Zhiyuan Middle School with the first grade in the city." ”

"Look, boy! You're all in the headlines. Aunt Deng opened the newspaper and wanted to read a few notes to Lin Zhiyi, but the young man had already turned around and walked into the piano room and closed the door.

Lin Zhiyi saw the newspaper before the meal, and he didn't need to read the following text to know the wording in this report, and the president of the newspaper was an old friend of his grandfather. When he was a child, he saw the old man, and he praised the same sentence, "The Lin family has many talents, and they are all together." ”

"Hmph." As for why he went to Zhiyuan Middle School, it was not because he coveted his reputation as the number one in the city, but because Zhiyuan Middle School was close to home, and it was only a 10-minute drive back and forth, and the time saved every day could be used to practice the piano.

When it comes to practicing, this is something that Lin Zhiyi has insisted on for more than ten years. Although his first instrument was the violin, it has been difficult for him to break through since Paganini's notes leap from his fingertips with mastery, unless he has set his sights on becoming a world-class violinist. But the dream was a bit boring for him.

You have to compete for a place in everything, and this world is boring enough.

But instead he immersed himself in the world of the piano, because he felt that the world of the piano was boundless and worth exploring by himself.

Lin Zhi also opened the Strauss grand piano standing in the center of the piano room and played the classic "Autumn Whisper" for a few minutes, preferring pop music to classical music. That kind of simple and soothing rhythm, expressing feelings more than showing off skills.

Aunt Deng listened fascinated outside the door, and this was the most comfortable moment for her at home every day. Stop the housework at hand, and listen to the young master play the piano quietly. She also forced her son to learn some musical instruments, but what he played was always dry, like a machine, playing up and down according to the score, without emotion. It didn't take long for me to give up.

The young master's piano sound is much better, what is so good, she has never studied music systematically, she can't give any evaluation. But when his hands strike the keys, they seem to give birth to notes that come to life, and they beat, spin, stroll, rejoice, grieve, and then unmistakably transmit the vibrations of emotion to the ears of the listeners.

"Young master, your piano is really getting better and better." Aunt Deng sent the lunch box at noon to the Mercedes-Benz car that was already waiting at the door with Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi didn't answer, but said, "I won't come back for dinner at night." ”

"But Mr. and Mrs. are home tonight."

"I'm going to the new piano teacher and I've talked to them all." Without waiting for Aunt Deng to give a response, Lin Zhiyi motioned to the driver to drive. The driver, Master Ma, is a native of Zhucheng, and he is diligent and hardworking. Mr. Lin saw that he was an honest person, so he invited him to be the driver of the family, and it will be more than ten years. When Mr. Lin was not in Zhucheng, he was responsible for transporting Lin Zhiyi to and from school. Lin Zhiyi likes this driver very much, because when he is with him, he doesn't have to speak.