Author: Qian Feifei Machine Translation
The teacher held the erhu in his hand, straightened his posture, and started playing. Shuishui listened in a daze. Did the teacher want her to listen? When the song ended, Teacher Hu asked with a smile, "What did you hear?"
2"It's very nice." Shuishui was left speechless.
2"You child, I asked you to listen so you could tell whether I played anything wrong. The teacher wants to test your hearing." Teacher Hu looked at Qian Shuishui, his eyes filled with anticipation.
2Shuishui was embarrassed. She really couldn't tell what was wrong. She hesitated for a long time, and she said, "Teacher, I can't tell what is wrong."
2"You can't tell the difference at all?" Teacher Hu continued to ask. It was impossible. Whenever he listened to her playing, he could point out her mistakes.
2Teacher Hu continued to play, but Shuishui still shook her head. She really couldn't tell what was wrong.
2Teacher Hu suddenly thought that although Shuishui was talented, music sense wasn't something that only people who knew music could have. He suddenly had an unbelievable thought. 'Could it be that she didn't have a sense of music? This . . .'
2Shuishui looked at Teacher Hu doubtfully. "Teacher, that . . . I really can't tell."
2"All right. I won't force you. Since it's not bad, then forget it. Even though your sense of music isn't good, it's still possible to sharpen it if you work hard." Teacher Hu didn't expect Shuishui to not have a sense of music at all. The second time he played, he raised the key. Shuishui still didn't react. That was really depressing for Teacher Hu. However, he did not force her. After all, Shuishui did not walk the path of music. He felt that if she had a poor sense of music, then so be it.
2Shuishui saw the speechlessness in Teacher Hu's eyes, and she laughed dryly. She really could not make it out. Perhaps her feelings had changed, but she still could not tell what was wrong.
2There was nothing she could do about it. She was talented. Even though she could play well, it did not mean that her hearing was good. She could tell that there was a mistake in the music. Shuishui had already tried her best, but she was still confused. When it came to playing by herself, it felt different.
2After a whole afternoon of lessons, Shuishui's was getting better and better. Elder Hu sighed to himself. What a pity. A seedling like Shuishui looked very good no matter how he looked at it. 'Forget it. There is no need for me to think too much,' he thought. After all, Shuishui was not going to be a judge, nor was she going to pursue a career in music. Being able to play the erhu well was already very good.
2When evening came, Teacher Hu asked Shuishui to stay for dinner. Shuishui refused. She had to go home to do something that night.
2Shuishui had actually received some more information regarding the university student. He had introduced a few of his friends to her. He said that he was going to send other papers.
2There were specific requirements for the paper, so he had to discuss it, along with the arranged price, with Shuishui.
2Shuishui was quite concerned about making money.
2When she returned to the apartment building, she met the middle-aged man again. The middle-aged man walked up to her and said, "Young lady, we meet again. What a coincidence."
2Shuishui ignored him because she did not want to pay attention to such a person.
2When the middle-aged man saw that Shuishui was still ignoring him, he got closer and said, "Why aren't you saying anything? Uncle is really not a bad person."
2Shuishui looked at him coldly. "What does it have to do with me whether you are a bad person or not? Also, please don't get so close to me."
2When he heard Shuishui's cold words, the middle-aged man was a little displeased. He felt that she was just a little girl, yet she was so arrogant. He thought she would keep ignoring him, so he continued to get closer.
2This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy. Please do not reprint it!