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Moreover, she had no idea what song her mother was playing; she was only playing a fragment of the melody based on her memory.
"Why are you here so early?"
During the early morning independent practice, Matsumae Shinharu was surprised by the unusual appearance of Fujii Itsuki in the music classroom.
She quickly put down the violin clamped around her neck and stood up to greet him.
"Teacher Fujii."
This child's politeness always makes Fujii Itsuki feel comfortable.
"Why are you here to practice so early?"
"You're sitting at home with nothing to do. Why don't you go out early and prepare for the performance in May? Mr. Fujii, why are you here so early today?"
Fujii Itsuki said helplessly: "Just like you students go to school early to finish your homework, teachers sometimes do the same."
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fujii."
"It's worth it for you."
For us?
This "we" does include ourselves, right?
Matsumae Shinchun didn't even know why she thought this way.
But she did realize that she really hoped that Mr. Fujii could do something for her.
Single. Unique.
She was looking forward to this very much.
"Teacher is so nice." Matsumae Shinchun said shyly.
"Ah."
Fujii Itsuki didn't notice anything unusual.
It was only half past six, and Fujii Itsuki happened to glance at the open musical instrument case at Matsumae Shinharu's feet. On it was engraved a line of silver-plated English: Guarneri, 1860.
This thing.
Fujii Itsuki's heart trembled when he saw this.
I am not amazed by the performance of this violin, but by its value.
In layman's terms, this thing is the Bugatti Veyron in the eyes of violinists. The price of this violin is definitely no less than 100 million US dollars.
"It's you, Matsumae, who changed the violin?"
Matsumae Shinchun shook her head. "I just wanted to bring it here on a whim. When we moved, I asked Sakura to bring all the things related to my mother here. This zither is one of my mother's relics."
The professor's relics
Fujii Itsuki sighed.
"Can you show it to me?"
"of course."
"Thank you."
Fujii Itsuki carefully took the violin from Matsumae Shinharu's hands. The varnish on the violin was quite beautiful, and it was hard to believe that this was an antique that had been preserved for almost 300 years.
"Very beautiful." he exclaimed.
"It is a very valuable piano after all."
"This bow is probably worth $40. Can I play it?"
"Teacher, please."
Fujii Itsuki tried to put the violin on his neck and played a piece of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E.
His pupils dilated.
嘹亮
Very loud.
So amazing.
It was much better than the violin he had borrowed from Mr. Ito when he was in college.
Is this the power of money?
Fujii Itsuki was thinking to himself and couldn't stop playing. He accidentally finished playing one movement of the concerto.
It's really refreshing.
"It's amazing, it's worthy of being an antique. I suddenly feel that the violin's antiquity does have some value."
Fujii Itsuki praised the excellence of the piano, while Matsumae Shinchun saw the excellent performance of his teacher, a high level that he performed effortlessly.
Beneath Matsumae Shinchun's calm face, an urgent thought popped up in his mind.
Could it be that the teacher knows what songs the mother played in the past?
Fujii Itsuki couldn't let go of the zither. He turned it over and over and suddenly saw a line of words engraved on the back of the zither - [Millennium, Beginning of Autumn, presented to Qianqin].
"This is.?"
Matsumae Shinchun noticed the words that Fujii Itsuki saw and replied, "This is a gift from my father to my mother on the day she came of age. It is also a wedding gift for my mother and father."
“No wonder the piano is so expensive.”
Fujii Itsuki quickly returned the violin to Matsumae.
He was so nervous holding the piano in his hands that if he accidentally left a scratch on it, he would not be able to compensate Songqian even if he sold himself.
Matsumae Shinchun saw how much Fujii Itsuki liked the zither, so she didn't take it directly, but said:
"It's okay for the teacher to keep it for a few days."
"No, I'm not used to using things that are too expensive. Even though I like them very much."
Originally, I had no idea about Miss Matsumae Shinharu's identity. After all, she always called me Teacher Fujii with great respect.
But when I think about the fact that this kid can easily hold something worth 100 million US dollars in his hand.
Fujii Itsuki felt a little scared.
As expected, the Matsumae family can give their daughter 100 million US dollars to play around with.
Fujii Itsuki returned the violin to Matsumae.
After taking the violin, Shinharu Matsumae seemed to have some feelings. She imitated the gestures her mother had used to play the violin, pictured the image of her mother playing in her mind, closed her eyes, and tried to play a short piece of the instrument her mother had played in the past.
Improvisational music?
Fujii Itsuki clenched his chin and listened patiently.
At first, Matsumae Shinharu had a good grasp of the rhythm, but she made mistakes when it came to some transition techniques later on. It felt like she didn't memorize the score and it was a bit messy.
"Music. It's so difficult." The girl sighed.
“It’s a little difficult.”
"teacher"
"What's wrong?" Fujii Itsuki could see that Matsumae Shinchun seemed to have something to ask of him.
"I have something else I would like Mr. Fujii to help me with."
Matsumae Shinchun put down her violin and looked at him, her eyes clear and transparent. If you sift through the winter, you can probably get this color, right? Fujii Itsuki thought.
"Just say it directly." He smiled.
"Is it bad to always ask Mr. Fujii for help?"
This kid.
She speaks so softly that one can't help but want to love her.
Fujii Itsuki felt that if he had a junior sister like Matsumae, he would give her everything.
After all, the child is so pure and so beautiful.
Especially the little teardrop mole under the corner of her eye when she talks. It is so charming that if you look at it for a second, you can't help but open your heart to her.
right.
To Matsumae, I must. I must.
Wait, what are you thinking about?
Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and shook his head to drive away the messy thoughts.
Matsumae Shinchun looked concerned, "Teacher Fujii Itsuki, are you okay?"
"fine."
The hazy feeling was fleeting.
It was as if the thought just now had never happened, and Fujii Itsuki didn't feel anything.
"That's good," Matsumae Shinchun said with relief, clasping her hands in front of her, standing in a standard young lady's posture, "I feel bad about always asking the teacher for help, so I would like to ask Mr. Fujii to come to my house this afternoon, how about that?"
"Matsumae, do you want to entertain me again?"
"Yes," Matsumae Shinchun's face turned red as she nodded, "I should have been the one to cook the dishes during the last move, but I asked the teacher and Chitose to help.
".Ah, it's not that I dislike Chitose, but after knowing the relationship between Fujii-sensei and Chitose, I always feel a little restrained when I get along with the teacher. I want to stay alone with Fujii-sensei for a while to talk about mother and novels."
it's wired.
In my heart, I subconsciously wanted to agree to Matsumae.
I wanted to invite this child into a room alone, invite her to sit next to me, and whisper something to her blushing ear.
Strange.
Strange.
Strange.
Is there really something wrong with my brain?