Chapter 221：Dumplings: Yes or No?

Xue Zi Xuan found that the boy was a rare musical genius, he only spent a day to learn to read the staff, and although his fingering was only a simple imitation of himself and Xue Jing Yi's at first, after two weeks, he had his own strong personal style.

Like himself, he was born for music, which gave Xue Zi Xuan great pleasure in the process of teaching him. Every Thursday, Xue Zi Xuan had to teach classes at the capital's Music Academy, he used to enjoy this, but now it was a waste of time. Although there was no shortage of talented students, compared to the boy, they seemed so mediocre. He already had the best, why should he want defective products?

For that class, he sacrificed a morning of accompanying the boy during practice, which made him feel somewhat agitated.

"Class is over." Finally finished with his last music theory lecture, he refused the students' questions and rushed towards the parking lot.

At the same time, Zhou Yun Sheng was practicing in the piano room. Xue Zi Xuan had very strict requirements of him, practice at six o'clock every morning, twelve o'clock rest, two o'clock afternoon practice, seven o'clock stop, almost no free time. If you replaced him with the newly reincarnated him, he would've already flipped out, but the current him was very passionate about music, so he didn't find it dull or tough.

Xue Jing Yi thought that because of the boy's lively temper, he wouldn't be able to sit still and would soon give up the piano. If he ever said 'I don't want to learn', or 'the piano is boring', etc., her brother would hate him. But the reality had her disappointed, the boy not only persevered, he progressed every day, and he devoted all his love of music into the increasingly purer piano sounds, making the people listening to it feel relaxed and happy.

Her brother initially looked at him with burning eyes, but now they were obsessed, making Xue Jing Yi feel more and more uneasy. Even if her body felt very uncomfortable, she insisted on guarding the piano room every day.

Zhou Yun Sheng finished playing a song, then glanced at the girl sitting in a trance by the window, his clear and melodious voice held a smile, "Jing Yi, don't you feel very bored? How about we play a four handed song?"

"No…" Xue Jing Yi refused absent-mindedly, noticed Xue Zi Xuan's car approaching from the distance, then nodded, "Okay, which song?" She wanted her brother to look at her, to not pay any attention to others.

"What do you want to play?" Zhou Yun Sheng looked through the music sheets.

"'Sailor'." Xue Jing Yi sat in front of the piano with the nurse's help, then turned the score to page 85. She and her brother had played this song for their first cooperation, drunk sailors were shouting outside a tavern, laughing, catcalling the passing well-dressed women, the atmosphere ranged from lively to crazy. Finally, the sailors drunkenly fall asleep against the foot of a wall, the melody also slowly coming to an end.

The rhythm of the whole song went from fast to very fast, then it slowly grew soothing. Although the difficulty was not high, there was a need to invest 100% enthusiasm to express the feeling of drunken revelry.

Zhou Yun Sheng knew that Xue Jing Yi would certainly choose this one, in fact, he'd dug a pit to watch her jump inside. When she'd played together with Xue Zi Xuan, because her heart had ulterior affections, she'd boldly released the joy of being close to her sweetheart through the music. Because of this love and happiness, she'd seemed drunk even without drinking, like those eager to seek pleasure, drunken sailors.

This made her music have unparalleled appeal.

Xue Zi Xuan once said, Xue Jing Yi's best sound was when she played 'Sailor'. She was trying to regain Xue Zi Xuan's attention, but Zhou Yun Sheng didn't want her to. He loved games full of contradictions and conflicts, and preferred to push his enemies towards desperation, to enjoy their desperately struggling expression.

Because that was once his expression, so he would make them suffer in return.

"I've never played this song." His heart full of maliciousness, Zhou Yun Sheng smiled sweetly.

"Can't you read the music? Just because you haven't played it doesn't mean you shouldn't try." Xue Jing Yi positioned her fingertips on the keys, heard faint footsteps from downstairs, and immediately began to play.

The melody flowed from her fingertips. Xue Jing Yi was trying to find the previous feeling of playing the song, but the person by her side was not the one who made her intoxicated. She only felt boredom, sadness, guilt, jealousy, and other negative emotions, she couldn't find even a little joy.

She reluctantly forced herself to continue, but found that the person beside her had stopped, and was looking at her with a hesitant expression.

"What's the matter?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Jing Yi, don't play if you don't want to." Zhou Yun Sheng softly comforted.

"I want to play ah, didn't I play well?" Xue Jing Yi unconsciously pressed her chest. Good and bad playing, in fact, she had already felt it. Four-handed songs were a very high demand on the performers' musical expression, but she had been simply pressing the keys, not at all immersed in the music.

She had ruined 'Sailor'.

"If your heart is full of ugly emotions, don't touch the piano, it will pollute it. Move aside." Xue Zi Xuan, who was standing in the doorway, slowly walked in, eyes full of gloom and dissatisfaction.

He had almost no sense of things in reality, like living inside an invisible vacuum, but when music entered this vacuum, he would became very sharp, able to see through the performer's thoughts, no one could hide their emotions from him.

If you told him that murder was wrong, he would only respond with a cold smile, but if you sang this sentence with the most beautiful voice, he would focus intently on you, then nod, "What you said made sense."

Xue Zi Xuan was this type of abnormal person.

Seeing Xue Jing Yi's pale face and trembling fingers, Zhou Yun Sheng slightly lowered his head to cover up the scorn filling his eyes.

"Four-handed songs can train the performer's musical expressiveness, but the premise is if they have a good partner. I'll practice with you." After Xue Jing Yi left, Xue Zi Xuan sat next to the boy, his expression and tone very gentle.

During class, he couldn't stop wondering, would the boy have a tough practice today, would he make progress, what kind of brilliant achievements would he have in the future? He was full of concern for his present and full of expectations for his future.

Zhou Yun Sheng nervously nodded, and sat a little farther away.

The piano sounded again, and the two people matched seamlessly. They were like two sailors who had been trudging through the sea for months, excitedly docking on land to immediately rush towards the nearest pub. Although the wine was cheap, there was no sea breeze carrying fishy and bitter smells, and although the booze burned going down, a deep pleasure remained after the burning pain.

They drank to get drunk, chasing after the enchanting girls, spouting bold and explicit words of love, then getting their shirts grabbed by the girls' admirers. However, they were sailors, with strong physiques cleansed by the waves, only storms and tidal waves could bury them, nothing else could beat them down.

Even if they were too drunk to tell the southeast from the northwest, they still severely counterattacked their opponents, swaggering off through the jeering, cursing and whistling crowd, then quietly falling asleep in a dark alley, or at the foot of a wall.

They used the piano to recite such a passionate and adventurous story, as if it were staged before them.

Slowly retracting his fingers, Xue Zi Xuan turned to look at the boy.

His cheeks were flushed, eyes misty, his pink lips slightly open, breathing rapidly like a drunk. Seeing him looking over at him, he quickly blinked, then returned to looking ignorant and pure. A beam of sunlight fell on his hair, making the few beads of sweat on his nose very bright and eye-catching.

Xue Zi Xuan suddenly stared in awe. The boy himself was as beautiful as his music.

Although he clearly had serious mysophobia, he unconsciously reached out, wanting to wipe the sweat off the boy's nose. But the boy suddenly scooted back, avoiding his touch, making his heart feel a faint sense of loss.

"There's sweat, wipe it." He took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket.

"Thank you." Zhou Yun Sheng took it and carefully rubbed his nose.

Xue Zi Xuan felt that the overcautious and restless teenager was also very cute, he spoke softly, "You're like a high note."

"Ah?" Zhou Yun Sheng ignorantly blinked at him. To be honest, although he could see through Xue Zi Xuan's character, he'd never talked to him in the past, so he couldn't understand his eccentric way of talking.

Xue Jing Yi suddenly gripped her clothes. Her brother had once said that high-pitched notes were the loveliest. There was no doubt that he was praising the boy in his own unique way, but the boy didn't understand it.

She couldn't let them get along, her brother's attitude towards Huang Yi grew gentler each day, more focused by the day, one day, Huang Yi would occupy his whole mind. This kind of premonition was baffling, but Xue Jing Yi was convinced. She clutched her chest and shouted in pain, "Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

"Fu Bo, take the Miss back to her room to rest, I'll call Dr. Zhang." Xue Zi Xuan took out his phone, obviously not planning to leave the piano room.

Xue Jing Yi saw this scene and her heart really began to ache, but she immediately stopped him, "Don't call him, I'll just take my medicine. I want to stay here and listen to your piano practice."

"Miss, go back to your room and have a rest." Fu Bo worriedly persuaded.

"It's the same if I rest here. Music can soothe my mood, very beneficial." Xue Jing Yi forcefully smiled.

Fu Bo thought so too, so he left after making sure she didn't feel sick.

Zhou Yun Sheng was helpless, he could only sit back.

Xue Zi Xuan picked out a fast-paced dance song, he thought the boy wouldn't be able to keep up with him, but his fingers flew, his expression happy, apparently not finding it difficult. Whenever he played, his cautious attitude was thrown far away, and he became lively and cheerful.

The boy even playfully winked when he meet his gaze, a smile more dazzling than the sun outside the window blossoming on his face.

At that moment, Xue Zi Xuan felt warmth flowing into his cold heart, slowly immersing his limbs, escaping from his pores, becoming happy, popping bubbles. He unconsciously smiled, a bright smile blooming for the boy. Then a mischievous idea emerged, and he obliquely inserted one hand between the boy's hands, creating a variation.

Stunned, the boy's eyes widened, but he reacted in the next second, also moving over his left hand, matching seamlessly. Sometimes their hands were parallel, sometimes cross-play, arbitrarily re-arranging the song. When the song ended, they simultaneously exposed a satisfied expression, like gluttonous guests having enjoyed the most delicious meal.