Chapter 52 Visits and Competitions

Chapter 52 Visits and Competitions

Chapter 52 Visits and Competitions

Saturday.

Fan Wumian was woken up by the alarm clock.

It was almost 8 o'clock in the morning. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, picked out some clothes, and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Hearing the rumbling noise, he cursed inwardly, "What a piece of crap!" and planned to go to a home appliance store when he had time and spend a few thousand dollars to improve his quality of life.

As for silly old Fan who went dancing again last night and hasn't gotten up yet, if he could be relied upon, the father and son would not have to live such a miserable life in their "large flat mansion" in Tsim Sha Tsui, with no quality of life at all.

I suddenly remembered that last week a reporter posted a video of himself singing on stage.

With a little curiosity, Fan Wumian sat at his desk and used Yahoo browser to search and found the post posted in the forum again.

Good guy.

Nearly a week has passed, and it is still on the forum homepage. The number of comments has increased from more than 70 last week to more than 800 now.

And most of them are positive reviews. Judging from the writing style, it seems that most of them are from young girls.

Sliding the mouse to browse the comment section, Fan Wumian was feeling very happy. He saw something inadvertently and thought he was dazzled for a moment.

Get closer to the screen and take another look.

Someone actually used his photo as his avatar in the forum!

When the thought "Can I sue the other party for infringing on my portrait rights?" suddenly came to my mind.

Fan Wumian immediately realized that even if there were still more than 40 Hong Kong dollars in his bank card, it still could not give him much confidence.

This money is enough for living, but it is still a long way from being enough to really do something big.

In my previous life, I had been lying flat for more than ten years, with no chance of turning over.

Now that a bright future lies before us, it is no wonder that we are always so excited and can’t wait to seize every opportunity.

While surfing the Internet in the room.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the glass outside, Fan Wumian closed his laptop, got up and went to the balcony.

really.

On the balcony next door, Zhuang Muxi was pulling back the clothesline, smiling brightly, and asked:

"You didn't forget to accompany me to the competition, did you? I feel pretty good now. If you have other plans, I can go by myself."

Fan Wumian joked:
"Let me accompany you, so that you won't be too nervous and faint on the stage. I've packed everything and am waiting for you."

"Okay, I've made some coffee, why don't you come over to my house now?"

After hearing what Zhuang Muxi said, Fan Wumian didn't think much about it and just made an OK gesture.

When he put on his shoes and went out, Zhuang Muxi happened to open the door.

Although the two families live next door to each other, it seems that they have never visited each other before.

When Fan Wumian came to her house and observed it, and then compared it with his own home which was full of "80s nostalgia style", he couldn't help but sigh:
"If I took a photo of my home and posted it online, netizens would never believe that we were neighbors. The difference in decoration feels like a century apart. We even have an oven and a dishwasher."

Every time Zhuang Muxi went home, she had to pass by Fan Wumian's house. Occasionally, the door was open. Of course, she knew what was inside and said with a smile:
"It's newly renovated. My mom likes the French style, so it's decorated like this. In fact, it should be changed to a large villa, so that the French style will be more easily felt. Unfortunately, the houses in Hong Kong are too expensive. My dad said that even if he started working since the ape period, he couldn't afford the luxury house in Repulse Bay."

Fan Wumian did not wander around, but sat down on the sofa and said:
"That's pretty good. You've won at the starting line. When do we set off?"

"It was around 9 o'clock. I got there around 9:, just when the competition started. My draw number was relatively late."

Zhuang Muxi had never invited a boy to her home before, so she felt a little nervous.

When she suddenly saw her pink and white underwear hanging on the balcony, it was extremely eye-catching under the sunlight, and she was instantly at a loss.

Suddenly an idea struck Zhuang Muxi, adding: "Oh, by the way! There might be a traffic jam on the road, so let's go now. How about I buy you a rice ball at the convenience store?"

Fan Wumian raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl.

Thinking she was just nervous about today's game, I replied:
"That's fine, I'll just go downstairs and buy three buns. You seem to really like cartoon patterns."

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Zhuang Muxi was feeling socially dead when he heard Fan Wumian say:

"There are stuffed animals everywhere in the house. Sometimes I see Pikachu and Squirtle on your pajamas."

After hearing this, she suddenly stopped being so social and said with an awkward smile:
"I've liked these since I was a kid, and I brought them all with me when I moved. I've also collected a lot of small ornaments before. They're in my room. I'll show them to you next time I have a chance."

This sentence successfully aroused Fan Wumian's endless imagination.

There were things he really wanted to see, but they were definitely not those cartoon trinkets.

It's sunny today.

The pink and white underwear with cute bear patterns on the balcony was already shining in the sun, and it was hard for him not to see it.
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Until I saw the introduction on the poster outside the venue.

Fan Wumian realized that this competition was more formal than he had imagined.

The piano competition that Zhuang Muxi participated in this time was jointly initiated by the Hong Kong government and the organizers of the "Warsaw Chopin International Piano Competition". The age range of the contestants covered 17 to 29 years old.

The reason why the requirements are so strict is to warm up for the official "15th Chopin International Piano Competition" next year and to select some capable contestants in advance.

As an outsider, Fan Wumian didn't quite understand the situation, he just thought it seemed pretty amazing.

After accompanying Zhuang Muxi into the venue, the girl went to register first, while he found a seat near the front and sat down, idly looking at the other contestants.

The game starts soon.

Unlike what he had imagined, no one played the popular and easy pop songs. Fan Wumian could only listen in vain. He couldn't tell who was better. He emptied his mind and felt it slowly. He found that he really had no artistic talent in this area.

Zhuang Muxi was wearing a black long dress today, and the slightly tight dress perfectly set off her wonderful figure. Even though she was sitting among many contestants, Fan Wumian still spotted her at a glance.

Seeing Zhuang Muxi also looking at him, he waved and greeted her, attracting many young people's curious or jealous gazes.

Fan Wumian thought that the girl was only 17 years old, and his biological age was also 18. From this point of view, there didn't seem to be anything wrong.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was finally Zhuang Muxi's turn to go on stage.

After the host announced the song "Piano Concerto No. 1 in E minor", it was obvious that many people at the scene began to whisper to each other, saying something in low voices.

pity.

Smartphones had not yet been invented, so there was no way to find answers from Baidu.

Although he didn't understand, Fan Wumian still listened attentively. After the song was finished, even a white judge stood up and applauded, gave a thumbs up and praised him.

It was not until Zhuang Muxi sat next to him that he had the chance to ask in a low voice:
"Is the piece you just played difficult?"

Zhuang Muxi thought for a moment and replied:
"It's not too difficult, but the technique and tone are a bit troublesome. A few years ago, someone used it to compete in Poland and won first place in the Chopin International Piano Competition."

Fan Wumian nodded without knowing why, and said self-deprecatingly:
"That should be difficult, but you are just flirting with a blind man. I don't have enough artistic accomplishment and really don't understand these things."

Zhuang Muxi nodded obediently.

I added silently in my heart: It's just like throwing a wink to a blind man, but it has nothing to do with playing the piano.

After I accompanied him to the Temple Street Night Market a few days ago, I didn't see Fan Wumian for a few days, let alone any further actions.
(End of this chapter)