The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 413 - 412 Are You Not Nearsighted

Chapter 413: Chapter 412: Are You Not Nearsighted?

Chapter 413: Chapter 412: Are You Not Nearsighted?

Shao Yunxuan walked absentmindedly through the softly lit corridor.

Her mother, chattering nonstop, fantasized about the future, but Yunxuan couldn’t bring herself to share the excitement.

She had indeed been present when Mr.

Chu Kong visited the art building.

However, she wasn’t in the piano room but next door searching for her water bottle.

By chance, she heard that piano piece and was amazed.

She had studied piano for many years and was not without musical cultivation.

She listened rapturously, forgetting her original purpose, with only two words circulating in her mind: stunning beauty.

At that moment, she thought that no one in Kunpeng High School could play such music except her own music teacher.

After the piece ended, she went next door to look for the person, but unexpectedly, the room was empty, and she pursued them out of the art building without ever catching sight of the player.

What followed was a turning point capable of altering the course of her life.

The next day, the music teacher asked her, “Yunxuan, do you wish to become Mr.

Chu Kong’s disciple?”

Chu Kong was a piano master of the national symphony orchestra, who had just held a concert in Wucheng a few days ago—no one in the music circle was unaware of him.

The music teacher excitedly asked her, “The person who played the piano in the art building before was you, right?

Mr.

Chu Kong happened to pass by, and he really liked that piece!”

She immediately knew she had been mistaken for someone else, but the words of denial that she should have spoken just wouldn’t come out.

Seeing her music teacher’s eager and expectant expression and thinking of the sudden rise to fame that awaited her, she inexplicably nodded.

Thus, there was the scene of her and her mother coming to Jinjing.

She had practiced the piece in private; relying on her memory from that time, she had practiced for several nights and could barely play it roughly; many parts sounded rather muddled.

Or to put it another way, what she played was only the skeleton of the piece; she could not bring out the soul of the music.

Shao Yunxuan was so distracted that she accidentally stepped on her long, traditional-styled dress and stumbled.

She immediately snapped back to reality, facing her mother’s caring and hopeful gaze, and grew more determined, “Mom, don’t worry, I will definitely play well next time.

I will become Mr.

Chu Kong’s disciple.”

——

Mei Qin saw Shao Yunxuan and her mother out, then returned to the piano room.

Chu Kong was no longer sitting on the sofa but was slowly making his way to the central piano.

She hurriedly took two steps forward, supporting him as he moved.

Feeling his stiff and somewhat trembling arms, she quickly suppressed the regret and bitterness in her heart.

“Sir, are you really prepared to take Miss Shao as a disciple?” asked Mei Qin, slightly surprised, knowing how exacting he had been before—it seemed he was being somewhat casual this time.

Chu Kong’s gaze was profound.

When he approached the piano, he caressed the keys affectionately.

Pressing down a low note, the piano sounded, just like his voice, steadfast and deep.

“Let’s give her another chance.

If that doesn’t work out, I will have to accept Chu Kuo’s suggestion…”

His words carried a sense of resignation, clear to Mei Qin.

Mr.

Chu once had a disciple who was very promising at a young age and received high praise from Chu Kong.

Back then, everyone from Starlight Symphony Orchestra thought she would follow in the master’s footsteps, becoming the next great piano virtuoso.

But no one expected an accident to happen; she would never be able to play a complete piece again and was forever parted from the piano stage.

Since that time, Mr.

Chu Kong’s temperament became increasingly quirky.

It wasn’t until his illness took over, leaving him no choice, that he considered taking on another disciple again.

The low humming of the piano continued, and Mei Qin, heart aching, lifted Chu Kong’s hand from the keys.

He knew that Mr.

Chu Kong could no longer control his hands on his own.

“If only Miss Shen Yixin hadn’t had the accident,” he finally couldn’t control himself and sighed.

Chu Kong went stiff suddenly, withdrawing his trembling hands into his sleeves, “Don’t tell her about my illness for now.”

“But you…”

“Just do as I say.

She’s recently returned from O Continent and seems to have brought back quite a few new pieces.

She left me a message before, saying she came across a genius composer.

I really wonder what kind of person can earn such praise from her.” Chu Kong started to laugh as he spoke, his demeanor clearly different whenever he mentioned Shen Yixin.

Unlike his usual harsh and stern manner, and different from the polite way he had just treated Shao Yunxuan, his laugh was genuine and came from the heart.

“Miss Shen’s judgment is naturally trustworthy,” Mei Qin said, also smiling.

“Alright, before I go into the hospital, find a time to invite her over, I have something to tell her.”

“Is it about taking on a disciple?”

Chu Kong gave Mei Qin a cool glance, returning to the severe piano master, “Why ask so many questions!

Just get it done!”

——

Xiao Qimo woke up at a little past nine in the evening, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl engrossed in a novel on the sofa.

The sofa was large, and she, with her slender figure, seemed particularly small as she curled up with her legs bent inside it.

Her hair had grown a bit longer recently and looked soft and smooth.

When some locks fell in front of her eyes, she reached up to tuck them behind her ears, revealing a faintly glowing red mole.

The soft and warm light cast upon her, along with the fine fuzz at her temples, added a touch of gentleness to her appearance.

When she shed her aloof and wealthy demeanor, she was as quiet as a doll.

Xiao Qimo mustered all his self-control to keep from getting up and pouncing on her.

In the depths of his eyes and his heart, there burned irrational desires.

He silently pulled the covers closer, seemingly adjusting something.

But his eyes remained fixed intently on Lu Mian.

Lu Mian quickly noticed the burning gaze and turned her body toward the headboard to look.

She saw a pair of deep, inky eyes staring openly at her.

The tumult in those eyes was nothing like his scholarly and gentlemanly demeanor when he wore glasses.

“You’re awake?”

Lu Mian frowned slightly, noting that he, without his glasses, did not have the usual look of someone who wore them all the time; his eyes were still piercing, his features even more sharp.

But to be stared at by such eyes, even the most composed people would experience emotional turmoil.

She avoided his gaze and asked softly, “You’re not nearsighted, are you?”

At her words, Xiao Qimo instantly retracted his heated gaze and coughed lightly, “My nearsightedness is quite severe.

From here I can’t see you clearly, I can only make out your silhouette.”

“Oh,” she nodded, understanding now.

She had been feeling as if his gaze was about to devour her, and now she replied indifferently, “I didn’t know; I don’t wear glasses.”

She didn’t notice the man on the bed, his lips curling slightly.

In the midst of the conversation, Xiao Qimo got up lazily, his tall figure making the entire room seem cramped the moment he stood.

Lu Mian also stood up and took his glasses from the nightstand, handing them over as if it were the most natural thing to do.

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Xiao Qimo thanked her, his smile deepening.

It wasn’t until his gaze fell on something on the small tea table that he silently withdrew his smile.