Chapter 120: The Sound of the Abandoned Piano

Qingfeng listens to the heart

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Dong Huang Hotel in G City.

"What did you say?" An angry shout came from behind the door of the high-end business suite on the top floor, which was the one where Jian Cangwu usually lived.

Angry people, thick black hair, all facial features are upright, tasteful clothes, and as tall as Jian Cangwu, only the shallow lines spread out at the corners of the eyes show middle age.

He is Jian Cangwu's father, Jian Shuting.

"Dad, thank you for your offer, but I've decided to abstain from this competition." Compared with his father's anger, Jian Cangwu was still cold.

"Do you understand what I just said?" Jian Shuting couldn't wait to press his temples and stop its clamour, "In this competition, I will personally guide you." I've heard from your professor that you've been making a lot of progress lately. He also said that it is possible to win the championship in that form. He even believes that as long as I can correct you a little, the first place will be nine out of ten. The first place winner will enter the Vienna Conservatory, so I took the time to come out. Otherwise, you think I'm free? ”

"The professor exaggerated. I don't think I've made any progress. In fact, for more than a decade. I've always been at the level you said at the beginning, with perfect skills and no talent. When I was seven years old, you told me to give up the piano. You won't forget? Jian Cangwu entered the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and put them on the coffee table.

"Brother-" Sister Jian Motong is not only a violin genius, her voice is as beautiful as clear jade, and her person is even more beautiful and beautiful. She has been practicing violin for many years, and the elegance of music has been fused with her blood and bones, adding a refreshing spirit to that Fang Lan. Even after staying in the hospital for many months, his face is not haggard, only Chu Chu's pitiful temperament, which is vividly set off by his snow-white face.

"Motong, you don't have to speak." Although Jian Cangwu loves this sister, he is not a blind pet, and he has the strictness of being an elder brother.

Jian Motong bit his lip, a little sad, and lowered his head.

"What are you doing to Mo Tong?" Jian Shuting was already angry, and when she saw her daughter being told by her son, she became even more angry, "If it weren't for Mo Tong's hand injury and need to be carefully recuperated for half a year, how could I fly back to guide you?" ”

Not again! has never been stingy with his care and love for Mo Tong, but he has few words to him, and he can't see the love between father and son. Although Jian Cangwu was used to it, she still felt uncomfortable.

"So. Sorry to disappoint you. There was a rare sneering smile on his face, "You can't let me take advantage of the fire to rob you of your time because of Mo Tong's injury." It's better for you to recuperate, and when Motong's hand recovers, you will be more effective in guiding. Don't waste your efforts for me, it will affect Motong's future. ”

Jian Motong's eyes widened, and Jian Shuting was also shocked by his son's words.

The dislike between their father and son is not a one-day cold, although it is not a secret in the Jian family and the Bai family, but it is the first time that Cangwu has openly told his father about favoritism like this. Because of Cangwu's pride, Cangwu's coldness, and anger and injustice towards his father, they all only turned into silent protests, just like the sound of the cangwu's piano, the pain is difficult to dissipate, depressed, and stuffy.

"Cangwu, you ......" Jian Shuting knew his partiality, but he didn't see his son complaining, so he took it for granted that his son didn't care and didn't care. That's why Cangwu's accusation is so clear. He was stunned. And after being stunned, it is guilt and shame.

"Dad, I'm tired and want to give up. You should be happy, because you don't have to put up with my violin anymore, and you don't have to hear people say that tiger fathers don't have dogs. Jian Cangwu said it sincerely at this time. He had a new dream, and he also felt the freedom and smoothness of his wings when the wind rose. It made him believe that he had found the right direction this time.

"I've been working hard for so many years, and it's not necessarily impossible to be like Motong." Jian Shuting is not completely unconcerned about his son. How much Cangwu has paid, even the strictest professors will praise him to this day. I just put too much energy on Mo Tong, and I haven't been able to listen to his performance properly. When Cangwu's instructor called to Germany, he was so excited to inform him that Cangwu's piano sound had finally broken through the limit, completely different, and he rushed here, with great anticipation, and wanted to listen carefully to the last time.

When Jian Cangwu heard his father say this, he didn't feel excited at all. It is a bad joke to tell his father, who gave up his father since he was seven years old, that he might be able to catch up with the genius Motong.

"I've decided." Jian Cangwu made the final decision for himself.

"Well decided!" Bai Zidong, who heard it well in the short corridor of the entrance, walked into the living room. Without glasses, his eyes were sharp, like a sword out of the sheath, with sharp light and faint cold.

"Zidong, Cangwu is impulsive, he obviously loves the violin. You know him so well that you can talk about it. "Jian Shuting wants to pull the rescuers.

"No matter how much he loves, he is also extinguished by your father." Bai Zidong didn't give a good face, he had just encountered an angry thing outside, and he was in a bad mood. I really want to find someone unlucky, especially Jian Shuting can be regarded as half of his own people, and he doesn't need to be as hypocritical as he is outside, "A broken piano has been tinkering for so many years, and it is worthy of the surname Jian." I had to discuss with my sister to find a good day and change Cangwu's surname. ”

The piano that Jian Cangwu is playing now is the one that his father gave him back then and was smashed by him.

"Zidong!" Jian Shuting's tone was stern, but he had nothing to do with his former brother-in-law.

Bai Zidong ignored it, his cane sat on the sofa little by little, and gently knocked on his leg.

"Cangwu, let me listen to it at least once." Jian Shuting rarely bowed to his son.

Jian Cangwu was a little hesitant when he saw his father like this. He didn't hate the violin, but he didn't plan to pursue further education.

"There's still a week left before the registration deadline, you can think about it before replying to me." Jian Shuting softened his attitude again.

Jian Cangwu couldn't refuse, and nodded indifferently.

"Motong, let's go home." Jian Shuting suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. As soon as he got off the plane, he would have stayed in Donghuang for one night, but now he is a little shameless to see his son, and his heart is very messy.

"Dad, my brother and I haven't seen each other for a long time. Just let me stay here for one night. Jian Motong Qingyu's voice.

"Okay, I'll have the driver pick you up tomorrow morning." Jian Shuting's indulgence in her daughter has gone deep into the bone marrow. He finished his explanation and walked out of the suite door.

"Jian Motong, you'd better go back with your dad." Bai Zidong lowered his eyes and turned his cane, his tone was flat, but he didn't have a good feeling. Han what? What is Han? Why can't you remember it at all? Also, she actually knew that his secretary's surname was Qin!

"Uncle." Jian Motong called Bai Zidong softly, with squeamishness in the softness.

"I'm not your uncle." Bai Zidong raised his eyes, there was no joke in it, no family affection, only cold frost.

"Uncle." This time it was Jian Cangwu who called him.

"I only have one nephew. My sister only has one son, so don't scream at the rest. I'm not used to outsiders in the place where I live. Bai Zidong looked at Jian Motong with heavy eyes, "Go now, you should still be able to catch up with your good father." ”

Jian Motong stood up silently, there was no bitterness and grievance on his face, and his weak figure could be resolute. She took two steps to the door, and her smile was still sweet when she looked back, "Brother, come back and live this weekend, we haven't talked for a long time." ”

"Motong, I'll book you a room." Jian Cangwu is more fair.

"No need, since my uncle doesn't like me here, I'd better go home." Her beautiful face was very calm, "Uncle, goodbye." ”

Jian Motong also left.

"See, she is very scheming, but she is not a character to be messed with." Jian Motong walked out with his right hand clenched into a fist, and Bai Zidong saw it clearly, "She didn't know that when she was adopted, she regarded your mother as her own mother, which was probably really good." Later, when she found out about her life experience, she made the whole family uneasy, and it wasn't until your mother and your father divorced that she stopped. At that time, she was only eight years old. The desire for exclusivity is so strong, this one has taken away your father's love, and the other one is your good sister. Cangwu, I don't believe you didn't see it. ”

"Bai Zidong, what's wrong with you today?" When he was called by his first name and surname, he was a friend, "I have an old problem with my legs, so I am in a bad mood?" Jian Cangwu saw that he kept knocking on his legs.

"Jian Cangwu, even if I say it a little exaggerated, I am not chasing after the wind. Jian Motong is a girl, I really can't like her. Every time I see her, I feel unfair for you. An adopted child, unclear. If it weren't for your dad's illegitimate daughter, your dad would have put so much thought into it? Bai Zidong also called his full name, he was a good brother at this time.

"No matter what the truth is, Mo Tong is innocent." Jian Cangwu knew that her grandfather, aunt, and mother had asked her father the same question, but her father had always denied it. And for him, it doesn't matter if he is related by blood or not, Mo Tong's talent is a reality, and it is also a reality that his father cherishes her.

"Innocent?" Bai Zidong is really irritable today, calm or demeanor, he doesn't want to show it, "If you think she is innocent, she is innocent." I went to take a shower and change my clothes, and then we had dinner together. ”

"It's hard for you to be irritable." Jian Cangwu had already seen it.

"Run into someone who is annoying." obviously can't even remember her name, but Bai Zidong has a deep impression of her.

"Women?" Jian Cangwu guessed.

"Girl." Bai Zidong corrected.

"Uncle, you have too much love history, aren't you afraid that my future aunt and your fiancée will be angry?" Jian Cangwu shook his head.

"Yang Meishan?" Bai Zidong didn't care, "We have always developed separately and don't interfere with each other. Moreover, the relationship between me and that strange girl has absolutely nothing to do with my love history. "It's completely, it's a one-sided defeat that can't be resisted.

Jian Cangwu is not a curious person, and Bai Zidong is a person with a very important career, so the topic of strange girls will stop.

Jian Cangwu was the only one left in the hall, and his mind was full of requests from his father when he left.

"Let me listen at least one more time." That's what my father said.

Is his piano really different? Jian Cangwu recalled the professor's excited expression recently. But he didn't feel anything. If there is a difference, it is probably that when he plays the violin, he is very happy, really happy. This kind of enjoyment of the violin began after the big day.

Jian Cangwu's slender fingers played with the small mobile phone.

"Hand over your phone number quickly, and you can be a loyal listener in the future, and you don't have to be silent."

Han Shuiqing's bright joy echoed in his mind for a moment, and he pressed it, dialing out the sound.

The next second, he pressed to end the call. (！ )