Chapter 216 Good Partner [3 more]
Chapter 216 Good Partner [Part ]
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"New Year's Day performance? You? You are lifeless like a dead person all day long. What are you dreaming about?"
"I'm telling you, I have to go out later because I have an appointment. You should stay at home until the time comes to send Junhao to the foreign language class."
"You don't do anything all day long, but think about these trivial things every day... Also, did you tell your second uncle about the money I asked you to tell him?"
An hour before the first New Year's Eve party rehearsal was about to begin, Zheng Yifeng stood in the living room with a blank expression on his face. He listened to the woman in front of him questioning and scolding him, like a lifeless piece of wood.
The phone beeped and he looked down.
『一叶知秋』: Are you leaving yet? I just met up with Bai Qingxia and found that I forgot to bring my guitar. I'm running back to get it now. Let me know if you're leaving.
Zheng Yifeng was about to reply when his phone was snatched away by the woman in front of him.
He raised his head and looked at his stepmother.
Standing in front of me was a beautiful woman wearing a mink coat and a burgundy dress underneath. She had fair skin and a good figure. Although she was nearly 40 years old, she still had charm.
And she has such a gentle face that it's hard to believe that such harsh words could come out of her mouth.
Zheng Yifeng vaguely remembered that when he was a child, when he first met this woman, she would squat down and pinch his cheek with a smile, then hug him tightly in her arms with red eyes, saying gentle words:
"My little one, you are so cute and pitiful. From today on, I am your mother, okay? I will take good care of you and make sure Fengfeng has a mother in the future."
But ever since my father disappeared, my stepmother's temperament changed drastically. Zheng Yifeng sometimes feels that she is a pitiful woman, maybe.
"Are you listening to me?!"
The stepmother questioned him with the phone in hand.
Zheng Yifeng said, "I already taught him the route to the cram school last time. He can walk by himself and doesn't need me to take him there."
The beautiful woman laughed angrily: "Zheng Yifeng, you haven't even reached adulthood yet, but you already think of him as a burden, right? If I wasn't here, would you still leave him alone outside and not care about him?"
Faced with the woman's unreasonable behavior, Zheng Yifeng took a deep breath and didn't want to respond.
"Speak! Are you mute?!"
Seeing that the boy remained silent, the woman continued to speak harshly, "Just like your mother, lifeless. On the surface, he is quiet and gentle, but I don't know how many bad ideas he has hidden in his heart. Haha, what kind of person is what kind of son he gives birth to."
Zheng Yifeng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes, like man, like son!"
After he said that, he looked viciously at his brother who was hiding behind the sofa, as if he was hinting at something. Suddenly, with a "slap", the woman slapped him on the cheek.
Zheng Yifeng tilted his cheek and breathed heavily, and the woman was also breathing heavily. The living room fell into silence for a long time, with only the soft crying sound of his brother behind the sofa.
The woman snorted, her eyes slightly red, and then sneered: "Don't blame me for treating you like this, Zheng Yifeng, blame him if you want to, the one who abandoned us, he is the one who caused this family to become like this."
"You are a discarded piece of trash."
"Me too……"
“When others see no hope in us, they will give up on us without hesitation, throw us aside like garbage, and never ask about us again.”
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Zheng Yifeng's fingers stopped on the piano keys. He turned his head and looked at Su Miaomiao beside him.
Su Miaomiao turned her head to look at him, gave him an apologetic smile, then looked at the broken violin anxiously, wondering if there was any chance to make up for it.
In the audience, Lu Yuanqiu couldn't help but shake his head: "Alas, these two New Year's Eve party rehearsals are useless. Don't be so quick to predict the coming of autumn. Let's call it a troubled autumn."
Bai Qingxia looked at the scene on the stage with some worry and clenched her fists. Just like Su Miaomiao would comfort her when she was sad, she also wanted to go over and comfort Su Miaomiao at this moment, but she couldn't do that.
"What should I do..." the girl murmured softly.
Lu Yuanqiu said: "There is no way to repair a broken violin string, at least not now. Either Zheng Yifeng plays the piano by himself or gives up the entire performance." Bai Qingxia turned to look at him, feeling worried for Su Miaomiao.
Zheng Yifeng looked at Su Miaomiao's back, silently lowered his head and looked at the black and white keys. He knew what it meant if the violin strings broke, and the show could not go on.
But he was a little unwilling.
He thought about his hesitation when sending a message to his teacher, about the harmonious atmosphere when practicing in the piano room, about the words "come on" that Lu Yuanqiu said to him before going on stage, and about the slap in the face by his stepmother because he insisted on going to rehearse the show.
“Others will give up on us when they see no hope in us.”
Zheng Yifeng also thought of this sentence.
He had given up on many things and had been given up on many times, but this New Year's Eve party was the only thing he had seriously persisted in completing until the end.
But now that the end is near, I am probably going to give up again.
The fate of garbage is so difficult to change.
The audience below the stage made a bustling noise. Editor-in-Chief Hu looked back and signaled the cameraman to pause the recording.
"What a pity! This program was originally on the video material selection list, and I heard that there is a teacher and student combination on the stage." Editor-in-Chief Hu said.
Qin Luo sighed and began to look at the programs at the back of the schedule.
The host, Four Eyes, saw that Su Miaomiao had not yet finished playing the violin. She walked up to the stage to observe, then came to Su Miaomiao and asked, "How is it, teacher? Can you fix it?"
Su Miaomiao turned around helplessly and shook her head, but she quickly said, "Zheng Yifeng can continue to play on the piano. I'll leave first."
The bespectacled girl looked at Zheng Yifeng and asked, "Senior Zheng, do you want to play alone?"
Zheng Yifeng pulled the corner of his mouth, chuckled and shook his head: "No need."
He stood up and looked at Su Miaomiao, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just smiled at her and said, "Let's go down first."
Su Miaomiao frowned: "Zheng Yifeng, be obedient and play the whole piece by yourself."
Zheng Yifeng shook his head, his expression firm: "No, there is no point in continuing the show without a partner."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head silently and walked behind the curtain. Seeing this, the bespectacled girl picked up the microphone and said to the audience: "Sorry, everyone, there is a problem with the props, so this show..."
Before he could finish his words, Su Miaomiao suddenly grabbed the microphone.
This scene made Lu Yuanqiu and others in the audience open their eyes wide.
...The microphone is being snatched away endlessly? ? The bespectacled girl was dumbfounded.
Su Miaomiao smiled and said, "The show continues."
After she finished speaking, she returned the microphone to the bespectacled girl, then ran after her and grabbed Zheng Yifeng's hand: "Yifeng, wait a minute."
Zheng Yifeng turned around and saw Su Miaomiao smiling at him in a sweet voice, encouraging him, "Follow me."
She took Zheng Yifeng's hand and walked to the piano and sat down. What puzzled Zheng Yifeng and everyone else at the scene was that Su Miaomiao also sat down next to him.
The two sat side by side on the chairs. The woman turned her head and asked him seriously, "Yifeng, do you know Mozart's Sonata for Four Hands in C Major?"
Yes...but Zheng Yifeng looked at her in surprise.
Su Miaomiao couldn't help laughing and tilted her head: "What's wrong? Can't the teacher also play the piano? Huh?"
Zheng Yifeng smiled and said, "Yes."
Su Miaomiao nodded, looked at the black and white keys in front of her, and placed her fair hands on them with a sweet voice:
"Then let's change the show, good partners."
(End of this chapter)