"Teacher Zhang, look at it, what kind of virtue she has!"

Sun Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said, "Mu Qingyun, what have you done to our family Aizhen, I ...... I asked Aizhen's classmates, and she hadn't been to school for three days. ”

Her voice was a little lowered.

Just now she made an excuse to go to No. 1 Middle School to inquire, Aizhen took sick leave, and even had her own signature on the leave slip.

Sun Xiaomei was really scared, but her daughter studied in Taoshi No. 1 Middle School, which is different from a broken school like No. 13 Middle School, not only are the students eager to learn and motivated, but the teachers are also strict.

Not only did she not dare to go to school to find her daughter, but she also had to cover up for her children.

If the teachers and classmates at the school knew that Aizhen was lying, the child would not be able to hold his face.

After tossing for a day, mentally exhausted, Mu Qingyun sighed slightly, and he didn't bother to care about Sun Xiaomei's black face.

"Don't stare at it, I didn't lose your daughter."

Yawned, Mu Qingyun first persuaded Teacher Zhang, who couldn't stop after work, to go home, to ensure that nothing would happen, and said in a dumb voice, "If you want to find her, follow me." ”

Mu Qingyun led Sun Xiaomei out of the back door of the 13th Middle School and went straight to the back street.

Along the way, Sun Xiaomei is the same, but whenever my daughter loses a hair, I will peel your skin.

In the old building at the entrance of the back street, there is a small stage, and when you open the mottled door, you can hear the noise inside.

Mu Qingyun calmly raised his hand and pointed: "Na." ”

At this time, there was a rehearsal on the stage, and there were countless young people showing their talents, piano, violin, erhu, and some people singing indulgently.

Mu Aizhen is also there, and she is still a rather conspicuous character, she is the host.

Sun Xiaomei's color suddenly changed.

Mu Qingyun sneered: "Mu Aizhen has always wanted to be a singer and an actor, you and my dad don't agree, she thinks she has ambitions, you parents don't understand her, it just so happened that a music talent show group came near the school recently, saying that the primary selection is being held, and it's strange that Mu Aizhen doesn't go." ”

Sun Xiaomei's teeth creaked, boiled, boiled, stayed up for nearly an hour, and finally stayed up until the rehearsal on the stage ended, she rushed over in a few steps, grabbed her daughter who came down from the stage, lowered her voice and coaxed her to walk out.

Mu Aizhen drooped her face, her face was angry, and when she saw Mu Qingyun, she was even more angry: "You brought my mother here?" Neurotic, you just can't see me well and are jealous of me. ”

Mu Qingyun was a little helpless, this half-sister has always been very bitter in front of her, she is usually angry, but somehow, today she suddenly felt a little funny, and she accidentally laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Mu Qingyun blinked: "It's none of my business, now that I think about it, I'll tell you, you are really not this material, don't go to harm other people's music circles." ”

As he spoke, he didn't see Mu Aizhen's red eyes, and casually pointed to the working camera.

"Seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds, you just opened your mouth to comment on the No. 6 performance of Master Ruth's work "Morning Light", saying that it is absolutely perfect, heh, I wonder if you have a problem with your ears? In the second movement, measure 8, and in the fourth measure of the third movement, No. 6 is deliberately corrected because of the wrong note, and the rhythm becomes chaotic, and then it is played quickly, and the excessive showmanship leads to the split between the front and back, and the fluency is greatly lost, and the listener wants to go crazy when they listen to those noises. Don't say it and make people laugh! ”

Mu Aizhen suddenly choked: "Nonsense! ”

"There are about thirty-one minutes of rehearsal, for the No. 9 performer, you also touted it for a long time, people played very well, but the premise should always know that people are not playing "Nativity March", it is "Sunset March", it is Master Chris - after completing the "Nativity March", adapted at his 70th birthday banquet, everyone also jokingly called it a cheerful tomb march, a waiter at that time, who later became his student Xiang Shaohua, was the first to clearly say this little joke."

"Many people know the story, if you don't know, you can also think about how to hide it, don't keep brushing up on the sense of existence, it's also very difficult for other writers and directors."

Mu Aizhen: "......"

"Poof!"

A young man who had just come off the stage and should be Mu Aizhen's senior, happened to pass by and heard it, and couldn't hold back his laughter for a while, "Someone finally heard what I was playing, Mu Xuemei commented so seriously just now...... I'm not embarrassed to refute it. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Mu Qingyun with sparkling eyes, "You must have absolute intonation, this talent, tsk!" ”

Mu Aizhen: "......"

Many of the staff around looked over, and many of them had smiles on their faces.

Mu Aizhen shuddered a few times, turned around sharply and rushed out, Sun Xiaomei glared at Mu Qingyun angrily, and hurriedly chased out the door.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, was adjusted by the heavy schoolbag, and walked slowly to the bus stop.

The bus was very slow, and when I returned to the No. 2 Middle School Family Hospital, the sun was setting and dusk had arrived.

Mu Qingyun went up to the second floor, and before he entered the door, he heard a screeching sound inside.

"Why hasn't she gotten out yet? Our family is doing well, why let an outsider bother! ”

She paused: Mu Aizhen doesn't like it, does she like it?

With a sneer, he pushed the door open.

Suddenly, Mu Aizhen's voice stopped abruptly, turned around suddenly, stared at her with wide eyes, and asked angrily: "When did you learn piano and when did you learn vocal music?" ”

Mu Qingyun raised her eyebrows, she guessed that she was going crazy, thinking of the farce, she was actually a little happy in her heart, and chuckled: "This still needs to be learned?" I also thought it was surprising how you took a piano class, after so many years of playing poorly, and learning vocal music was a mess! ”

In the past few years, Mu Qingyun, a good stepmother, Sun Xiaomei, regretted when she met people, saying that it was a pity for her baby daughter Mu Aizhen, because she had added someone to eat at home, she had to let her daughter give up continuing to take piano training classes.

said a lot, the two of them have to believe that what they say is the truth, Mu Aizhen doesn't play the piano, it's not that she has no talent and can't compare to her classmates, so she can't stand the gap and refuses to go again, but it's her Mu Qingyun's fault for suddenly coming to this home.

Mu Aizhen's face froze, and her eyes were faintly red.

Sun Xiaomei was obviously also very unhappy, her head was lowered, she didn't look at Mu Qingyun anymore, and only pulled her daughter to talk.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely stiff.

Sun Xiaomei is very good at isolating her, and Mu Qingyun can clearly feel that here, Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao, and even Mu Siping, the four of them are one.

In the past, when she saw Sun Xiaomei ignoring her with a face, she felt uncomfortable, and she always felt like she was under the fence, which felt like a bone appendage.

It's okay to arrive today, my mind is full of those scripts that come true, I'm very tired, watching Sun Xiaomei and them act, it's like having fun, it's a good relaxation.

Holding his schoolbag, Mu Qingyun casually walked towards his room.

Sun Xiaomei coaxed her daughter to herself: "Are you angry because of a fool like Mu Qingyun, how worthwhile?" Think about where you will stand in the future. In the hall of a famous university, all the people she interacts with are first-class people, and she can't even go to college because of that stupid thing, and she will be a coolie in the future. ”

"You wait and see, in less than twenty years, ten years from now, the lives of the two of you will be completely different."

When Sun Xiaomei spoke, there was no one around, and she had a kind of style of looking down on the world.

Mu Qingyun finally couldn't help but roll his eyes.

She listened to these words many times, and sometimes she would think in her midnight dream that Sun Xiaomei's words were ugly, but what she said was not completely unreasonable.

I didn't study well, Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao were admitted to the best middle school in Taoshi, and she went to the worst thirteenth middle school.

But can you really blame her all? The two usually don't have to do anything at home, just study, and there are various cram schools on holidays.

What about her? Not to mention cram school, she does all the big and small work at home, and even if she wants to finish her homework quietly, she has to stay up until late at night.

Everyone is saying that she is far inferior to Mu Aizhen, not only her stepmother, but her father also said this behind her back, her grandparents who took a break from school for more than three months during the critical period of the third day of the Lunar New Year last year said so, neighbors, and father's colleagues all said the same thing.

Every time I hear it, my heart is like a knife.

But today, Mu Qingyun hardly felt anything special, it was really compared to the greater pressure on her, Sun Xiaomei and the like, no matter what she did, it was difficult to arouse her emotions.

After a thought, Mu Qingyun remembered that she made Mu Aizhen cry in the back street today.

Speaking of which, she shouldn't know anything about music, how could Sun Xiaomei be in charge, how could she have the opportunity to contact art?

It's just that in the script this time, she was a big guy in her previous life, proficient in all the arts in the world, and when she issued a sentence at her peak, tens of millions of people bowed down to her.

One day, the big guy calculated on a whim, and found that she was widowed in the afterlife, and she achieved nothing in her life, and she was sad for a while.

Mu Qingyun saw in her mind that the boss in her previous life had calculated about her future, and she couldn't help but sigh dismally, but she felt that maybe the script that made up for her fate was her real future.

After failing the college entrance examination, Sun Xiaomei didn't let her review, and went to the supermarket outside the community to find a job as a cashier, in addition to going to work, she was doing housework at home and taking care of her aging grandparents, until she sent her grandparents away, and she was also swept away.

Looking back at the age of 40, he has achieved nothing, has no home, no job and no savings.

completely became Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao's control group, and became the first person in the Mu family to eat rice, and no one looked down on him.

"Huh!"

There is nothing in the world that can last forever, the gods and the five decays of heaven and man, and the immortals will die one day, so she thought of a way to let her inherit everything she has after reincarnation at a certain necessary moment.

It is about this reason that Mu Qingyun found that he now has a little understanding of music and the like, and he has inexplicably more 'absolute pitch'.

Anyway, it is enough to bully and bully Mu Aizhen.

Her room is on the balcony, obviously the home is a four-bedroom living room, but the vacant room is Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao's study, and she is not allowed to use it.

Mu Siping partitioned the balcony and cleaned up an independent space for her.

I have lived for so long, and I am used to it, although it is cold in winter and hot in summer, it is so quiet.

Sitting on the edge of the table, Mu Qingyun smiled.

She is actually a person who can think openly, and rarely gets entangled, just saying that the script she wrote will come true, and since it is a definite fact, the only thing she can do now is to work hard to live the life she wants to live, and pay more attention to the benefits that this matter brings to her.

As for trouble, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and act when the opportunity comes.

She is well aware that when her script is over and the curtain falls, the rules that bind the characters will disappear.

Therefore, the only thing she should do is to regard the plot she knows as a prophecy, correct all the plot lines that should not appear with her heart, and protect all the people who should be protected.

The day the plot ends, these 'characters' are naturally free.