"Dad, the first qualifying competition is in two weeks. If I can get first place, I can directly enter the finals."

Gong Hai was full of confidence and looked exactly like a twelve-year-old child while eating ice cream. But when he sat next to the piano and played, it was impossible to tell his age.

After finishing the ice cream, Muchun asked again, "Do you want anything else to eat?"

Gong Hai shook his head, "No, dad, you have forgotten again. Eating too much affects the efficiency of piano practice. I never eat too much."

"Okay, everything Xiaohai says is right."

Mu Chun walked in front and Xiao Hai walked behind. When passing the station, Mu Chun stopped and asked, "What else did your uncle Ding Jiajun say to you? Did he ask you to go home early?"

Gong Hai thought for a while, Ding Jiajun seemed to have said this, but it was still early and he still wanted to practice the piano.

So Gong Hai pulled Mu Chun's sleeve and said, "Dad, I have to practice the piano for a while. If I don't get the first place in the first preliminaries, I will also practice the songs in the second preliminaries. I will do it in the afternoon."

Let’s practice the repertoire for the second qualifying round.”

"Okay, listen to the kids." Mu Chun patted Xiao Hai's shoulder tenderly, and bought orange juice and yogurt from the convenience store. Xiao Hai could give it to him when he was hungry in the afternoon.

Chu Sisi and Liu Dandan discussed the case for a day and also listened to the sound of a piano. Although they were separated by a wall, the sound insulation of the hospital could not block the sound of a piano. Fortunately, today was Saturday, and in the afternoon there was no sound in the hospital.

What kind of patient? Normally, I don’t know how many people would be gossiping about the psychosomatic department behind their backs.

Liu Dandan advised Chu Sisi, "There is gossip wherever there are people. Sister Sisi, don't be obsessed with it. Just wait until you get off work and see what happened to Doctor Mu."

Chu Sisi nodded. In fact, there was no other way to think of it.

Muchun sent Gong Hai to the subway station and gave Gong Hai his scarf, "It's windy in the evening. Remember not to practice too late when you go home at night."

Gong Hai's eyes were a little red. He didn't know whether it was because he had been practicing the piano for a long time or because he thought about breaking up with Mu Chun. So Mu Chun helped Gong Hai wrap the scarf and said softly: "Okay, go back quickly, otherwise there will be no time to practice."

Qinla."

"Okay, Dad."

Gong Hai walked down the steps leading to the subway station and looked back twice. Mu Chun waited until he completely disappeared into the subway passage before wrapping up his dark gray woolen coat and returning to Huayuanqiao Hospital.

What was waiting for him was naturally Chu Sisi's confused look and Liu's incessant talk.

"Teacher, did you practice piano with him all day?" Chu Sisi couldn't help but ask.

Liu nodded lightly, "Yes, the teacher really practiced the lute with this child."

"Liu Dandan said this is your son." Chu Sisi's voice suddenly became very soft. It was obviously impossible, but she was actually afraid that it was true.

"Ah, it's my son."

Muchun replied calmly.

"What? Wait, teacher, what did you say?"

Chu Sisi was surprised.

Liu Dandan held her belly and laughed wildly.

"Let me tell you, he is Dr. Mu's child, a piano prodigy. He is hidden deeper than oil. Dr. Mu, is there any other secret that we don't know? Oh my god, Dr. Mu Chun actually has a son who is in middle school.

If Sister Tiantian knew about this, I don’t know what the world would be like.”

Liu Dandan was a little too excited, but Muchun didn't say anything to him and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

After a busy day of work, Bai Lu finally had time to sit by the piano and prepare the first pre-selected entry. She wanted to discuss with He Ping what song to choose, so she picked up her phone and put it down.

Frustration filled the body, followed by rapid heartbeat and chest pain.

Why do I have chest pain?

Maybe I've been a little tired recently. After co-acting in high school, I'm also a substitute teacher, which has inexplicably increased my workload.

I’m already so tired before I’ve fully entered into preparing the competition repertoire. How do I arrange it for one month left?

Bai Lu looked at all the school's current work arrangements, and the most troublesome one was the ice performance at the end of the year.

This performance actually required cooperation with sports stars. Bai Lu drew a few crosses on her work schedule and drew a series of question marks next to the crosses.

In the dead of night at school, she began to study the repertoire for the first preliminary round, the first movement of Mozart's "Piano Sonata No. 12 in F major, k. 332". Originally, she wanted to choose one from Bach's "Equal Temperament".

I don’t know if I am angry with myself or because I feel that this competition is basically my last professional piano competition. I still play the music I want to play and treat it as playing for myself.

Judging from the rules, the first place in the first qualifier can directly enter the finals. The gold content of this first place is really very high. Although it does not involve bonuses and does not affect the final results, it is half more than other players.

You can practice the final repertoire in a month, which is undoubtedly a very, very big advantage.

The finals require cooperation with the orchestra and are much more difficult than the previous two qualifiers.

However, for Bai Lu, the cooperation with the orchestra is not the part that she is not too worried about. Bai Lu, who grew up with the orchestra, is worried about the first two qualifiers.

The first thing is that there is no chance, and I am not particularly proficient in this Mozart piece, but I suddenly felt like this piece of music.

If you don't get a good ranking in the first qualifier, just think of it as a warm-up. There should be no problem in advancing to the second qualifier. In the second round, there will be three songs. Not only does Bai Lu feel uncomfortable in the heart, but also in the head.

It also started to crack and hurt.

She stood up and took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator. Just as she was about to stand up, her heart beat faster and faster.

If this continues, the repertoire for the second qualifying round will not be decided.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Bai Lu fell asleep on the table. When she woke up, she was hungry and nauseated.

Walking to the square downstairs of the school, Bai Lu only had one thought: she really wanted to have a drink and then have a good sleep.

Anyway, I'm alone when I get home.

The octopus dumplings on the roadside smelled fragrant, and with the cool night breeze, Bai Lu felt her nausea gradually dissipated a lot. She saw a group of people who had just finished their night run queuing up in front of the octopus dumpling stall to chat.

The group of people seemed to be of all ages. They were running in the cold wind wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirts on a December night. After the run, the men and women had some supper together.

I don’t know what the value is of eating and running like this.

"Chu Shenming, how much weight have you lost recently?"

I just heard a man say to another man named Chu Shenming.
Chapter completed!