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Chapter 25 Feeling sorry for my sister

Ever since Bai Yuan came to the Wen family to learn the violin, the first thing Wen Yi Che does when he gets home from school every day is to go to the violin room. If he doesn't see Bai Yuan, he will ask, "Where is sister Bai Yuan?"

The Wen family and the Jiang family live in the same villa area.

The Wen family is at the east gate and the Jiang family is at the west gate.

Because Bai Yuan had to go in and out of the Wen family frequently, Jiang Zhi simply took her back to the Jiang family and asked the two elders of the Jiang family to help take care of her.

The little girl reviewed the open string for 20 minutes at home every morning, and then her grandparents taught her to recognize words, count, and recite ancient poems. After lunch and a nap, she would go to Wu Shujie for lessons at 2 pm.

The Jiang family’s home is not far from the Wen family’s home. It only takes two or three minutes to drive there, or a little longer to walk, but only about ten minutes.

Bai Yuan did not slack off. Every time, her grandmother would hold her hand and walk with her, and she could exercise along the way.

When they arrived at the Wen family, Bai Yuan took out the zither, applied rosin to the bow first, and then slowly put the zither on his shoulder.

After taking a few warm breaths and calming herself down, she placed the bow on the strings again, still doing the most basic open-string exercises.

The piano is a stringed instrument, and some even jokingly call it a percussion instrument. Its biggest feature is that the string mechanism is operated by the keyboard to strike the metal strings. The advantage is that it is easy to learn, but difficult to master.

The violin is a bowed string instrument that generates vibrations through the friction between the strings and the bow, which are then transmitted to the backboard through the sound post in the resonance box. The resonance created by these parts produces the sound of the instrument. The twenty-eight whole notes on the four strings need to be pitched by oneself. It is a typical instrument that is difficult to learn and even more difficult to master.

Learning the piano for three years and sawing wood for two years is the most true portrayal of most people's piano learning journey.

Bai Yuan is one of the best among them. Her hands are steady, the pitch is accurate, the bow speed is even, and she pulls the bow steadily and straight.

For a child of her age, determination is as important as talent.

Bai Yuan had no worries about either. Thirty minutes of practice was just right for her, except that her physical strength was a little lacking. In the last two or three minutes, her wrist began to tremble and the bowstring made a harsh sound.

She was neither arrogant nor impatient. She put down the piano, stretched her sore wrists, and listened to Wu Shujie's guidance on her previous performance.

When Bai Yuan started to learn vibrato, calluses formed on his fingertips from the long-term friction with the strings. Children's hands were tender, and the thin layer of calluses bled before they were even formed.

Wen Yi Che was shocked when he saw it for the first time, thinking that a string broke and cut her palm.

After taking her over for a careful inspection, it was discovered that the little girl's left index finger, middle finger and ring finger had varying degrees of abrasions. There was a deep blood mark on the white and tender fingertips covered with rosin, which was shocking to see.

Bai Yuan himself didn't feel anything. His fingertips only felt a little painful at the beginning, but after being rubbed so many times, they became numb. It was not a big deal.

On the contrary, Wen Yi Che not only repeatedly confirmed with Wu Shujie the severity of the rubbing of her hands, but also brought iodine and Band-Aids to help her bandage the injured fingertips.

In fact, if you practice the piano normally with the correct posture, only calluses will form on the fingertips. Once the calluses are thick enough, you won't feel pain when you rub the strings.

For someone like her who has bleeding marks on her fingertips, it must be because her piano practicing posture and the way she uses force are wrong, and she needs to make timely adjustments.

Bai Yuan herself knew that every time she was exhausted, she instinctively wanted to press the strings hard to maintain her balance, which eventually wore out her fingertips.

Now that you know where the problem lies, the next step is to correct it.

Wen Yi Che put a Band-Aid on the little girl. Seeing her silent appearance, he felt a little distressed. He bent down and kissed her fingertips through the Band-Aid, just like what they did in TV dramas.

"A kiss will stop the pain."

Bai Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he withdrew his fingers without leaving a trace, feeling goose bumps all over his arms instantly.

If she had a wider vocabulary, she would definitely ask back: What's wrong? Did you put anesthetic on your mouth?

Wen Yi Che thought she was hurt by his touch and withdrew his hand. Feeling guilty again, he raised his hand and rubbed the little girl's head to comfort her.

Especially when he thought that his sister Bai Yuan didn't have to suffer this much, because she changed to learning the violin for him, he felt even more guilty. He hesitated for a while and said:

"How about not learning it?"

He didn't want to hurt Sister Bai Yuan because of his own selfish desires.

Bai Yuan felt that he had a serious illness.

It's you whether you study or not.

What does it have to do with you whether she studies or not?

Bai Yuan's eyes gradually turned cold, and he said unceremoniously: "Leave me alone."

After that, he didn't talk to Wen Yiche for several days, thinking that he was holding him back.

Wen Yiche knew that he had made her angry, and tried to apologize to Bai Yuan several times, but the little girl didn't give him any face. She would practice the piano as soon as she came and leave after practicing. There were several times when Wen Yiche came home from school, but she had already packed up and left a few minutes ago.

Finally one night, Wen Yiche knocked on his mother's door for help.

It was the first time that Wu Shujie saw her son frustrated, and she was also surprised, but she did not forget to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother. She put on her coat and went to the kitchen to heat two cups of milk, one for herself and one for her husband, but there was no portion for her son.

After drinking the milk, Wu Shujie slowly put the cup on the table and looked at the child who had been waiting for a long time: "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Thinking of what Bai Yuan's sister said, "Leave me alone", Wen Yiche was silent for a while, then nodded slowly, "I shouldn't have advised her to give up."

Wu Shujie put it succinctly: "Your mistake is arrogance."

Wen Yi Che looked at his mother in confusion.

Wu Shujie continued, "Do you think you are a genius? You can play the piano very well without learning it. You can outshine all the girls just by practicing. No matter how hard others try, they can't be even one tenth as good as you?"

Wen Yiche frowned when he heard this, "I've never thought about it that way."

The Wen family had a good education. Even though Wen Yiche knew from a very young age that he was gifted in piano, he never treated it with contempt. Instead, he worked hard all the time and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Even though everyone around him was bragging about him, he never considered himself a genius.

Seeing this, Wu Shujie said lazily, "Yes, although you are talented, you still worked hard to learn the piano. You have suffered as much as others. You have persisted every time. Have you never thought of giving up?"

Wen Yiche was stunned.

He seemed to suddenly understand something.

Seeing that he was so quick-witted, Wu Shujie also smiled, "Yes, since you can persevere, why do you want to persuade Sister Bai Yuan to give up? Do you think she is definitely not as good as you?"

Wen Yiche pursed his lips: "I don't think so."

"That's what you think." Wu Shujie said, "Do you think she is a little girl who can't endure hardship and pain? Or do you think she can't compare with you, can't work harder than you, so she doesn't have the perseverance and determination to persevere?

Wen Yiche, this is 'arrogance'.

She is no less talented than you and studies just as hard. Why do you think Sister Bai Yuan will give up easily?

God rewards hard work. You just negated all of Bai Yuan's efforts with just one sentence. Why would she still like you? "

At the end of the conversation, Wu Shujie saw a thin layer of mist in her son's eyes.