Su Tong and Xia Xingchen walked out of the glass door of the restaurant together, Su Tong blinked at her, "You seem to be very cold to people!" I see you don't talk much in class... And no friends..."

Xia Xingchen glanced at the green trees on the side of the road and said, "I have less contact, and I get used to it..."

"I thought you were the kind of arrogant girl who didn't bother to talk to us, but now it seems that I was wrong..."Su Tong stretched out his hand to her, "I have a good impression of you, let's be friends." ”

Xia Xingchen smiled faintly, the corners of her eyebrows curled, and she held her hand, "Thank you..."

The bell rang for the first lesson, and the teacher gathered all the students in the piano room.

"In this lesson, we are talking about Chopin's "March of the Revolution", do any students know what kind of emotions this piece expresses?" The teacher's eyes looked through the lenses at the seated students.

A student raised his hand to indicate that "this piece was composed by Chopin on his way to Paris when he learned that the capital was once again occupied by Tsarist Russia, and his grief and indignation were unbearable. ”

The music teacher nodded, "Yes, that's roughly right." So, Xia Xingchen, you can help you play this song, and I will explain it in detail later. ”

"Yes, okay." Xia Xingchen got up and walked to the black piano, in the bar, when her mother sang, the aunt who played the piano would teach her to play the piano, she also fell in love with the piano, until she was seven years old, her mother married into the Leng family, Leng Shen bought her a piano, gave her the best learning conditions, and she was 16 years old, she took the piano grade 10, she was the music teacher's favorite student, she also intended to be admitted to the music department of the university department of Shengxia College, and then went to the Vienna Conservatory of Music as an exchange student in the second year.

The difficulty of this piece lies in the coordination of both hands, the evenness of the dynamics, and the emphasis on the left hand.

Xia Xingchen's beautiful and slender fingers leaped on the black and white keys, and one by one the notes came out of her hands, the music teacher nodded with satisfaction and looked at Xia Xingchen with a smile, her hands were born for the piano, and she will be the best pianist in the future.

And when the most exciting moment, the music stopped abruptly, Xia Xingchen grabbed his left wrist tightly and shouted bitterly, and the music teacher ran to her in a panic, "Xingchen, what's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

"Old... Teacher... My hand... My hand..."Xia Xingchen's eyes were splashing, and the huge pain made her lose sensation in her left hand.

"Hurry up, go to the infirmary... The teacher accompanies you. ”

There were some students left in the piano room who looked at each other, "What's wrong?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with her hand? It should be fine, right? Such a great future pianist..."

Walking out of the school gate, Xia Xingchen looked up at the sky with a pale face, and the words of the school doctor still rang in her ears.

"You've had manual surgery, haven't you? It should be that you have been seriously injured, there is nothing wrong with it, you go to the hospital for a careful examination, and during this time, don't let your left hand hold something too heavy, and you should stop playing the piano for the time being. ”

Xia Xingchen casually stopped a taxi, "Go to the hospital." ”