RBCT Chapter 137 Nuonuo Wants to Learn Piano? Lin Zhou: Dad Will Teach You "Flight of the Bumblebee&
Chapter 137 Nuonuo Wants to Learn Piano? Lin Zhou: Dad Will Teach You "Flight of the Bumblebee&
"Piano? You want to teach her?"
Su Qingge narrowed her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of amusement and a touch of suspicion. She crossed her arms and leaned against the piano, her gaze sweeping from the expensive Steinway to Lin Zhou's hands as he peeled an orange.
"Honey, I know you can play the guitar and hum a few folk songs. But this is the piano, the king of instruments."
"This thing requires early training and proper finger technique; you can't learn it by just watching a video and randomly tapping a couple of times."
Lin Zhou felt offended.
He angrily threw the orange peel into the trash can and patted the white residue off his hands.
"Hey, Comrade Su Qingge, what kind of look is that?"
"Don't you understand the saying 'the greatest truths are the simplest'? All music is interconnected. Although your husband is low-key, he's also a hidden master of practical application."
"Come on, save your 'master' talent for fooling your fans."
Su Qingge rolled her eyes with a charming air, completely ignoring his words.
"I just thought of someone, Professor Liu. He's a leading figure in the Chinese piano world, and a famously strict teacher."
"Since Nuonuo is interested, we need to find the best mentor. If you teach her and she develops bad hand posture, it will be difficult to correct later."
After saying that, she picked up her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and walked towards the balcony.
"I'll make a call. This old professor has a strange temper; I don't know if I can get him to come."
Watching his wife's graceful figure disappear behind the French windows, Lin Zhou nodded towards her retreating back.
"Tch, who do you think you are?"
He looked down and met Nuonuo's big, dark eyes. The little one was clinging to the piano leg, watching her parents bicker with a bewildered expression.
"Nuonuo, your mom thinks your dad is musically illiterate."
Lin Zhou bent down, scooped up his daughter's soft little body, and placed her steadily on the large leather piano bench.
Nunu's short, chubby legs dangled in mid-air, swaying back and forth as she excitedly patted the piano's glossy black panel.
"Dad, do we want to play the drums?"
"What do you mean by drumming? This is called performing."
Lin Zhou flicked her little nose, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Come on, let Dad show you how to play. I'll let you know that playing the piano isn't something only that Professor Liu can do."
He plopped down next to his daughter, his long, slender fingers gently resting on the cool piano keys.
In that instant, his previously nonchalant demeanor suddenly changed.
Although she was wearing loungewear and slippers, her straight back and focused eyes exuded a captivating charm that was hard to look away from.
"Watch closely, little one, Daddy's going to show you a magic trick."
"What are you going to transform into?"
"Transform into a swarm of... little bees."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhou's finger moved.
There was no sound check, no build-up of emotion, and not even any prelude.
His hands instantly became a blur, slamming down onto the piano keys.
Flight of the Bumblebee.
This piece doesn't care about deep emotions or complex artistic conception; it's all about speed, a suffocating sense of pressure, and pure virtuosity.
"Buzz—!!!"
The dense musical notes exploded like a burst dam in the spacious living room.
The sound was rapid, sharp, and continuous, just like stirring up a hornet's nest, with thousands of wild bees flapping their wings and sweeping over everything.
Lin Zhou's fingers danced wildly across the black and white keys.
fast.
too fast.
It was so fast that the fingering was barely visible to the naked eye; you could only see two blurry shadows jumping left and right on the keys.
Every note is clear and powerful, with a distinct texture, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, or like dense raindrops pattering on a windowpane.
Nuonuo was completely stunned.
She forgot to blink, and her little mouth opened into a perfect "O" shape.
In her little world, she couldn't understand anything about chromatic scales or fingerpicking techniques.
She only saw that her father's fingers had disappeared and turned into two butterflies flying very fast, or, as her father said, a swarm of invisible bees dancing.
"Wow! Bees! So many bees!"
Nuonuo squealed excitedly, her chubby little hands flailing wildly in the air, trying to catch Lin Zhou's dancing fingertips.
"Dad, slow down! The bee is flying away!"
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, but his movements didn't slow down at all; instead, they became even more ferocious.
In the final octave legato, his hands were practically slamming down on the keys; the exhilarating release made every pore on his body open up.
"when--!"
As the last accented note faded, the stirring music came to an abrupt end.
The echo still reverberated in the air, making people's hearts tremble.
Lin Zhou let out a long breath, shook his slightly hot wrist, and looked at his daughter with a smug expression.
"How's it going? Did you catch any bees?"
"Didn't catch them..."
Nuonuo looked at her empty little hands with some regret, then pressed her face against the piano keys and giggled.
"But Daddy is amazing! His fingers can fly!"
Just as the father and daughter were enjoying the fun of "catching bees", they suddenly heard the sound of high heels on the marble floor behind them.
Those were the footsteps unique to Su Qingge, light and quick, yet carrying the imposing aura of an empress.
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he reflexively closed the piano lid.
The movements were fluid and fast, as if they were destroying evidence of a crime.
When Su Qingge pushed open the French windows and walked in, she saw the father and daughter sitting upright.
Lin Zhou continued peeling the orange, while Nuonuo obediently played with her fingers, as if the stormy performance just now was just an illusion.
What was that noise just now?
Su Qingge looked around suspiciously, her gaze falling on the piano.
"I could hear a buzzing sound from my balcony, like the construction crew had come in."
"Oh, that one."
Lin Zhou popped a segment of orange into his mouth without batting an eye.
"There was a racing competition on TV just now, and the engine noise was a bit loud, so I turned it off because I thought it was too noisy."
Just as Nuonuo was about to open her mouth to speak, Lin Zhou quickly stuffed a segment of orange into her mouth to shut her up.
"Mmm..." The little guy puffed out his cheeks, only able to make muffled sounds.
Su Qingge didn't delve into it; her attention was entirely focused on the phone call she had just received.
She walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and looked both relieved and serious.
"nailed it."
"Professor Liu originally didn't want to take on new students. After all, with his status, it would be a waste of his talents to teach beginners."
"But after much pleading and bringing up our past relationship, he reluctantly agreed to come and see me tomorrow morning."
At this point, Su Qingge put down her cup, turned her head, and stared intently at Lin Zhou with her beautiful eyes.
"But this is just an interview."
"Professor Liu said he would look at the condition of Nuonuo's fingers and also at the child's spirituality. If she doesn't meet the requirements, he absolutely will not accept her."
Lin Zhou shrugged, looking relaxed.
"She absolutely has to pass. Look at whose child she is. My daughter's fingers are just born to play the piano."
Stop being so cheeky.
Su Qingge stretched out her finger and tapped him twice in the air, her tone becoming exceptionally solemn.
"I'm warning you, Lin Zhou."
"Professor Liu is an old-fashioned artist with a rigid personality. He hates people who pretend to know everything and are glib-tongued."
"When he comes tomorrow, you'll be in charge of serving tea and water, cutting fruit, and being a quiet, handsome man."
"Don't show off your messy 'unorthodox' theories, and don't spout nonsense like 'guitar and piano are one family.'"
"If you anger Professor Liu and he leaves, you'll see what I do to you."
Lin Zhou swallowed the last slice of orange, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and smiled broadly.
"Yes, my dear wife."
"I'll be mute tomorrow, and I absolutely won't bring shame to my family."
"but……"
He paused, a sly glint in his eyes.
"If that old man isn't good enough and can't see our daughter's talent, then it's not my fault."