Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 279

There is a piano room in Stark's house.

It seems to be in line with the configuration of most mansions. There must be a musical instrument at home, either for decoration or for cultivating temperament. In short, it is indispensable. There is also a pure black Grotteria in the piano room of the Stark family.

Grotteria's treble is like an elf leaping briskly on water drops, while its bass is extraordinarily powerful, like a deep strike of a piano key, hitting the soul of the audience with silent force. When it bounced back, it was a circle of water waves expanding.

Tony never touched such a good piano.

Grotteria was the piano that Maria Stark liked to play very much during her lifetime. On Christmas night, she always sat under the lamp and sang softly.

Her voice was so gentle, and the sound of the piano was so gentle that it did not overshadow her voice. Looking back now, although it is a pity, some tones have begun to blur.

Time waits for no one, and neither will spare people's memories.

Of course, the Grotteria at home is not the one that Maria played. Tony bought a new one of the same style and put it in the room.Like many Christmases of his teenage years locked away.

Fortunately, there is Wendy who is hardworking at home. Although she is often overwhelmed because the villa is too big, she doesn't let the piano get dusty and wipes it clean.

When Daisy was walking at home, she accidentally opened the door of the piano room and walked in.

"This is a piano." She said.

There is also a piano in the kindergarten. Every time there is a music class, the music teacher has to sit on the piano bench, close his eyes and linger on the keys intoxicated. He doesn’t know whether he is teaching the children or enjoying the music by himself during the class.

She loves music so much, and her emotions erupt so contagiously that even the kindergarten children like it very much. When they are in music class, they all sit down obediently, relax their ears and listen to the sound of the keys.

Music seems to be the bible for suppressing human nature and savagery—no matter how angry you are, you will hear a ding-dong in your ears, and your temper will gradually calm down.

Daisy climbed onto the piano bench.

She had seen someone play the piano before, she imitated everything, sat on the piano bench quite well, stretched out her short arms, and lifted the keyboard cover.

"Miss, be careful not to fall," Jarvis said.

"I won't fall." Daisy said, "Don't worry."

She stretched out a finger and picked a snow-white key. She didn't know what the sound was, and pressed it lightly.

Re.

Daisy shuddered.

The long-silent Grotteria sang.

The first time I tried singing, the timbre was still light and beautiful, and the drum was delighted when I struck it, and I felt that the cool and slippery touch under the fingers was really ingenious.

Music is such a precious thing. Even if you sing by yourself, you may get out of tune or have a bad voice, but now you can hear something nice with the touch of your fingers.

Daisy tapped the keys three more times softly.

ReReRe.

Baby Daisy laughed out loud, her eyes curled up.

She has just played, and she knows more than one finger. Put her two little hands on the keys, like stroking waves, sliding from left to right——

The brook ding ding dong dong eagerly flows.

Swipe from right to left -

The escaped river flows back again.

"What are you doing?" Someone asked at the door.

When Daisy heard the sound, she stopped the movements of her little hands, turned her head and saw her old father, who had gone to a banquet outside and was wearing a formal suit and tie, came back and leaned on the door frame to look at her.

"Dad!" Tuanzi waved happily, "Dad welcomes you home."

"But I didn't see anyone waiting for me in the living room today." Tony said, "Why do you suddenly feel like playing the piano?"

As he spoke, he put one hand in his pocket and walked over slowly.

"I don't know how to play." Daisy shook her head, "But it sounds nice."

"No." Tony said.

Daisy twisted her body on the piano bench, jumped to the floor, took a look at her father who had returned from a beautiful scene, and made a gesture of invitation: "Dad, do you play?"

Her dad does a lot of things.

Ice skating, rock climbing, skydiving, shooting guns, repairing cars, and I don’t know what kind of magic is cast on my hands, and I can do all kinds of jobs that others can’t.

Daisy hadn't seen a single thing Tony couldn't handle, but this time she was going to be disappointed.

"I can't play the piano," Tony said.

He lowered his eyes to look at the black and white keys, and didn't reach out to try it. He just kept a straight posture in his pocket: "This piano hasn't been tuned for a long time, and the pitch is not accurate. If you want to play, I can play it." Call someone to call."

"Then I won't be able to hear Dad playing the piano." Daisy felt a little regretful.

She stood on tiptoe at the piano, put her little hands on the keys and pressed them. The high and low sounds sounded together, like pouring and pattering rain.

It tastes amazing.

"You want to hear me play the piano?" Tony raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, I can't. Your grandma will."

"Grandma didn't teach you, Daddy," Daisy said.

"My hands are more suitable for repairing machinery." The old father stretched out his big hand to his daughter to show him. He glanced at the piano again and said slowly, "These hands are not calluses of a pianist."

"It's okay, Dad." Daisy said, "If I learn, can I teach you?"

Tony was noncommittal.

But if you want to learn the piano, it can't be done overnight.

Even the teacher himself has studied for many, many years before he can strike the keys as smoothly as he strikes the air.

When Tuanzi was in kindergarten, she moved a chair to the piano classroom and wanted to touch the keys.

Sheldon watched from the side.

"You don't know which keys correspond to which notes, how do you play them?" he asked.

"Can you teach me?" Daisy asked.

Sheldon choked.

He didn't like being a little teacher, but seeing that Daisy rarely played with Missy's toys outside, he came over to have a look.

But Daisy asked, and he was not unwilling. He came over and said with a finger: "DOREMIFASOLASI, this is the sound name."

He plays the basic notes.

Daisy memorized it after reading it once, and when Sheldon finished playing, she followed the one-finger meditation on the keys to play out the seven basic scales just now, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Okay." Tuanzi said.

"Okay." Sheldon raised his hand.

I thought he was going to continue to teach some great advanced knowledge, but who would have expected that he raised his hand just to put it back and put it behind his back: "Next, you can ask for blessings."

"Aren't you going to teach me?" Daisy asked.

"I don't know how to play the piano." Shelton raised a finger and said quietly, "Do you think playing the piano is playing the piano with one finger?"

Even if you have absolute pitch, you still can't use an instrument if you don't know how to use it.

"Do you want to learn like a teacher?" Sheldon asked again, "Let Mr. Stark find a teacher for you."

Daisy shook her head: "No. I want to play a song."

"What song is it?"

"Any song is good." Tuanzi slid down from the piano bench, "I want to hear Dad play too, but Dad can't do it anymore."

"Is there anything he can't do?" Sheldon asked.

"Yes." Daisy said, "I think Dad wants to play a little bit, but unfortunately he doesn't."

Talking about this with Missy outside, Missy also said that people who can play the piano are very romantic.

What is "romance"?

Missy couldn't tell.She can always remember very clearly what adults inadvertently mentioned, and spread it without asking for further understanding.

When Daisy was not at home, Tony planned to contact a tuner to come over and look at the piano.

There was no one else in the piano room. He stood in front of the pure black Grotteria for a while, stretched out his index finger, and pressed lightly on the white keys.

"It's really not accurate," he said.

But the tuner who received the money has not been contacted yet, and a volunteer came to the door.

Simpson called and asked Tony when the routine physical examination would be scheduled for this month. After talking about it, he heard Tony casually say that he needed to tune the piano. Someone I know can play the piano. It's on the road, and I can turn it to you."

The doctor's voice became softer immediately, and he probably turned his head to ask someone, and returned to the microphone after a while: "Mr. Stark, if you don't mind, I can bring my friend over now."

Tony wasn't going to use Simpson's friend as a free tuner, but Simpson didn't mind, and his friend didn't seem to mind either.

Not long after hanging up the phone, people arrived at the door of Stark's house.

Behind the rippling handsome doctor was a taller man with deep features.

He brushed his dark hair loosely to the side, wore a well-fitting suit, nodded slightly when he saw someone, and curved his lips to reveal some faint smiles.

The man has nice hands.Very beautiful.

When Tony greeted him as the host, his eyes swept down unintentionally, and stayed on those hands for a while.

"I think I said no need to come here," Tony said.

"It's okay." Simpson said, "I know him very well. He has nothing to do now."

The one who came to tune was actually a doctor like Simpson.

He gave his last name: "Lecter."

He's a doctor—although he's not going to be on the operating table, and he can play the piano, so it's not surprising that his hands are so beautiful.

"He's still good at cooking." Simpson said lazily, "But I haven't eaten it yet."

Dr. Lecter was elegant, unassuming, and courteous, and he didn't waste Tony's time visiting the Grotteria in his piano room.

"It's not a big loss of pitch." Dr. Lecter played the piano and listened to the sound, then picked up the tools.

A doctor who can't tune his voice is not a good cook.

"He likes to do it himself," Simpson said. "He enjoys the fun of doing it."

The piano wasn't too out of tune, and it didn't have to be tuned, so Dr. Lecter only stayed in the piano room for a couple of hours, and at the end he had a cup of tea with Tony and got up to say goodbye.

He is a psychiatrist.

Tony was inexplicably not easy to have a good impression of the doctor, and he didn't keep him. He told Simpson that he didn't have to take up other people's time like this next time.

"Would you play the piano next time?" Simpson asked.

Tony said, "I didn't say I wanted to play the piano."

But after the guests left, it was not time for Daisy to leave school. After lunch, Tony was reading a book in the study, but he went to the piano room after watching it. He stood in front of the piano for a while as before, and finally sat on the piano bench Sit down slowly.

He rested his hands on the keys and did not move for a long time.

Finally, he tapped his thumb and made a sound that was not very firm.

Tony frowned: "It just won't."

Tuanzi came back from kindergarten after school.

Her greatest interest in the past two days is to go to the piano room and tap the keys. She only learned one-finger Zen in the kindergarten, and she is still one-finger Zen when she comes back.

She doesn't have a big wish, she just wants to hear the fluent melody played by the piano at home.

Otherwise, it would be a waste, and even children would feel sorry for it.

Daisy's father didn't come to listen.

Tony seemed to have no interest in the piano at all, and let his daughter play on his own. He was only busy in the studio, or reading in the study, or watching TV in the living room. When the child was around, he didn't go near the piano room.

But Daisy found a strange thing.

She went out with Wendy after school one day, and when she returned home from shopping, she found that the piano bench was a little warm.

So weird.

"Who is sitting?" Tuanzi asked Jarvis.

Jarvis said, "Oh..."

He didn't give an answer, and if Daisy asked again, he would tell her a joke.

"Dad, the piano bench has suddenly become hot today." Before going to bed at night, Daisy said to Tony, "It's just a little strange."

"Really?" Tony asked.

"Are my hands hot?" Tuanzi stretched out his little hand from under the quilt and put it in front of his eyes.

"Go to sleep." Dad's big hand patted the quilt.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you suddenly want to play the piano recently?"

"That's the piano Grandma likes, isn't it?" Daisy asked.

Tony asked, "How do you know?"

"Jarvis told me." Daisy thought for a while. "Are you happy when Grandma plays the piano for you, Dad?"

"It's okay." Tony said, "I don't feel it when I listen to it often. But I haven't listened to it for a long time."

"Would it please you if I played it to you?" Daisy asked again, "but I can't yet. Sheldon says one finger doesn't count as playing."

As she talked, she became sleepy, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

When she came home from school the next day, Daisy was eating snacks when she found that her father who had entered the restaurant had changed into a suit.

She swallowed the muffin. "Are you going out, Daddy?"

"No." Tony said, "I invite you to the concert."

"Wow." Daisy cheered up, climbed off the dining chair, and went to change clothes.

But after changing their clothes, Stark and his daughter did not go out, but went to the piano room at home.

The piano room is very large, and it can also hold a small concert.

"Is this the concert?" Daisy asked.

She looked around, and it was clear that there was no one but the two of them, and the little yellow man was not there either.

So it's a concert for two.

Tuanzi was hugged by Tony and went to sit on the piano bench.Dad was her chair cushion.

"I want to listen to the piano." Tony said, "You can play a few notes, play and watch."

"I'm just one finger, Daddy," Daisy said.

She didn't expect that she could also give her father a concert. She was surprised and happy, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when she saw her tiny finger.

But Tony said it was okay.

Daisy then gently used her one finger to knock out the seven notes memorized from Sheldon in sequence.

Grotteria sang again, staggeringly, but also very nicely.

Tony applauded Daisy.

Tuanzi blushed with joy: "Father, are you happy when I play for you?"

Tony thought: "It's very happy."

"In return," he said, "I'll play a tune for you, Miss Stark."

"You said no, Dad." Daisy said.

She turned to look at him.

"Not ever," Tony said.

He was still holding his daughter, with both hands on the keys, and in a daze, he seemed to feel that Maria Stark was sitting beside him. He narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Your grandma taught you, the world famous song -"

The father pressed Do: ""Little Star"."