"Teacher Zhang, look at what kind of virtue she has!"

Sun Xiaomei gritted her teeth and said, "Mu Qingyun, what exactly did you do to our Aizhen? I...I asked Aizhen's classmates and she didn't go to school for the past three days."

How low did she lower her voice?

Just now she made an excuse to go to No. 1 Middle School and inquired about it. Aizhen asked for sick leave, and even the leave form had her signature.

Sun Xiaomei was really frightened, but her daughter was studying in Taoshi No. 1 Middle School. No. 1 Middle School was different from shabby schools like No. 13 Middle School. Not only were the students good and motivated, but the teachers were also strict.

Not only did she dare not go to school to make trouble looking for her daughter, she also had to cover up for her daughter.

If teachers and classmates at school knew that Aizhen was lying, the child would be embarrassed.

After a day of hard work, he was mentally exhausted. Mu Qingyun sighed inwardly, not even bothering to care about Sun Xiaomei's dark face.

"Don't stare, it wasn't me who lost your daughter."

After yawning, Mu Qingyun first persuaded Teacher Zhang, who was still unable to calm down after get off work, to go home, ensuring that nothing would happen. He said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to find her, come with me."

Mu Qingyun led Sun Xiaomei out of the back door of No. 13 Middle School and went straight to the back street.

Along the way, Sun Xiaomei had an expression that said, "If my daughter loses even one hair, I will peel off your skin."

There is a small stage in the old building at the back street entrance. When you open the mottled door, you can hear the noisy sounds inside.

Mu Qingyun calmly raised his hand and pointed: "Na."

At this time, there was a rehearsal on the stage, with countless young people showing off their talents on piano, violin, erhu, and some singing heartily.

Mu Aizhen is also there, and she actually plays a very conspicuous role. She is the host.

Sun Xiaomei's expression suddenly changed.

Mu Qingyun sneered: "Mu Aizhen has always wanted to be a singer or an actor. Neither you nor my dad agree. She thinks she has ambitions that are difficult to achieve. You parents don't understand her. It just so happened that a music artist came near the school recently.

The talent show team said they are conducting preliminary rounds, so it would be strange if Mu Aizhen didn't go."

Sun Xiaomei's teeth were chattering, and she endured it for nearly an hour. Finally, the rehearsal on the stage was over. She rushed over in a few steps, grabbed her daughter who came down from the stage, lowered her voice and coaxed her.

The ground fooled her into walking out.

Mu Aizhen's face drooped with anger. When she saw Mu Qingyun, she became even more furious: "Did you bring my mother here? You're crazy. You just don't like me and are jealous of me."

Mu Qingyun was a little helpless. This half-sister had always been very sarcastic in front of her. She was usually angry, but for some reason, it suddenly seemed a little funny today, and she actually laughed out loud accidentally.

"why are you laughing?"

Mu Qingyun blinked: "Originally it was none of my business, but now that I think about it, I'd better tell you that you are really not this material. Stop harming other people's music circles."

As he spoke, he pretended not to see Mu Aizhen's red eyes and casually pointed at the working camera.

"Seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds, you just opened your mouth to comment on Master Ruth's work "Morning Light" played by No. 6, saying that it was absolutely perfect. Ha, I wonder if you have something wrong with your ears? Second movement, measure 8, chapter

In the fourth measure of the three movements, No. 6 deliberately corrected the wrong note because of playing it, causing the rhythm to become messy. Then he played it quickly and showed off his skills excessively, causing the front and back to split and the fluency to be greatly lost. The audience wanted to go crazy listening to the noise.

, is this considered perfect? ​​Don’t tell it and make others laugh!”

Mu Aizhen suddenly choked up: "Nonsense!"

"There are still about thirty-one minutes of rehearsal. You have been praising performer No. 9 for a long time. He played very well, but you should know first that what he played was not the "Birth March" but the "Sunset March."

" was adapted by Master Chris at his 70th birthday party after he completed the "Birth March". Everyone also jokingly called it a cheerful burial march. A waiter at the time later became his student Xiang Shaohua

Teacher, I was the first to clearly express this little joke."

"Many people know the story. If you don't know it, think about how to hide your clumsiness and don't keep trying to make your presence felt. It will also be very difficult for the director and director."

Mu Aizhen: "..."

"puff!"

A young man who had just come off the stage must be Mu Aizhen's senior. He happened to be passing by and heard it. He couldn't help laughing, "Finally someone heard what I was playing. Mu Aizhen made such a comment just now."

Seriously...I don't have the nerve to refute."

As he said that, he looked at Mu Qingyun with bright eyes, "You must have absolute pitch. Such a talent, tsk!"

Mu Aizhen: "..."

Many staff around me looked over, and many of them had smiles on their faces.

Mu Aizhen trembled a few times, turned around suddenly and rushed out. Sun Xiaomei glared at Mu Qingyun angrily and followed her out the door.

Mu Qingyun exhaled, adjusted himself under his heavy schoolbag, and walked slowly to the bus stop.

The bus was very slow. When we returned to the courtyard of No. 2 Middle School, the sun was setting and dusk had arrived.

Mu Qingyun went up to the second floor and heard a harsh sound before entering.

"Why doesn't she just get out? Our family is living a good life, why would an outsider disturb us?"

She paused: If Mu Aizhen doesn't like it, does she just like it?

He sneered and pushed the door open.

In an instant, Mu Aizhen's voice stopped suddenly, she turned around suddenly, stared at her with wide eyes, and asked angrily: "When did you learn the piano and when did you learn vocal music?"

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, guessing that she was going crazy. Thinking of the farce, he felt a little happy in his heart. He chuckled and said: "Does this still require study? I'm still surprised, how come you have taken piano classes for so many years?"

He’s also terrible at playing the piano, and he’s also terrible at learning vocal music!”

In recent years, Sun Xiaomei, Mu Qingyun's good stepmother, always felt sorry for everyone she met, saying that it was a pity for her precious daughter Mu Aizhen, because she had to let her daughter give up taking piano lessons because there was a new person in the family to support her.

After talking too much, the two of them have to believe that what they say is the truth. Mu Aizhen doesn't play the piano, it's not because she has no talent and can't compare with her classmates, so she can't stand the gap and won't say anything anymore.

It was her fault that Mu Qingyun suddenly came to this house.

Mu Aizhen's face froze, and her eyes were slightly red.

Sun Xiaomei was also obviously unhappy. She lowered her head and didn't even look at Mu Qingyun again. She only talked to her daughter.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Sun Xiaomei is very good at isolating her. Mu Qingyun can clearly feel that here, Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao, and even Mu Siping, the four of them are one.

In the past, when she saw Sun Xiaomei ignore her with a straight face, she felt uncomfortable all over. She always felt like she was dependent on others, which was like a gangrene in her bones.

It's not a bad day today. All I can think about are the scripts that came true. I'm very tired. Watching Sun Xiaomei and the others act is a lot of fun. It's actually quite relaxing.

Holding his schoolbag in his arms, Mu Qingyun walked casually towards his room.

Sun Xiaomei was minding her own business coaxing her daughter: "It's not worth it for you to get angry because of a fool like Mu Qingyun? Think about where you will stand in the future? In the halls of prestigious universities, all the people you associate with are first-class people, just that fool

, she can’t even go to college, and she will have to work hard in the future.”

"Just wait and see, in less than twenty years, your two lives will be completely different in ten years."

Sun Xiaomei spoke as if there was no one around her, and she had an air of looking down on the world.

Mu Qingyun finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

She had heard these words countless times, and sometimes she would think in her dreams at night that Sun Xiaomei's words were unpleasant, but what she said was not completely unreasonable.

She was not good at studying. Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao were admitted to the best middle school in Taoshi City, while she went to the 13th middle school, the worst.

But can she really be blamed entirely? Those two don't have to do anything at home, just study, and attend various cram schools during holidays.

What about her? Not to mention the cram school, she does all the work at home. Even if she wants to finish her homework quietly, she has to stay up late at night.

Everyone is saying that she is far inferior to Mu Aizhen. Not only her stepmother, but her father also said so behind her back. During the critical period of her third year of junior high school last year, her grandparents, who had been out of school for more than three months, said so.

She and my father's colleagues all said the same thing.

Every time I hear it, my heart feels like a knife.

But today, Mu Qingyun felt almost nothing special. In fact, compared with the greater pressure on her, Sun Xiaomei and others could hardly arouse her emotions no matter what they did.

As a thought passed by, Mu Qingyun remembered that she made Mu Aizhen cry in anger in the backstreet today.

Speaking of which, she should know nothing about music. How could Sun Xiaomei, the leader of the family, give her the opportunity to come into contact with art?

It's just that in this script, she was a big boss in her previous life, proficient in all kinds of arts in the world, and when she was at her peak, she could make one sentence and millions of people would listen to her.

One day, the boss made some calculations on a whim and discovered that she would have no relatives in the next life and would achieve nothing in her life, which made her feel sad for a while.

When Mu Qingyun saw in her mind what the big boss in her previous life had predicted about her future, she couldn't help but sigh bleakly, but she also felt that maybe this script that completed her destiny was her real future.

After failing the college entrance examination, Sun Xiaomei did not let her review, so she found a job as a cashier in a supermarket outside the community. In addition to going to work, she stayed at home to take care of housework and take care of her aging grandparents. Until her grandparents were sent away, she was kicked out.

When I look back at the past at the age of forty, I have accomplished nothing, have no home, no job, and no savings.

She has completely become Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao's control group, and the number one earner in the Mu family, and everyone looks down upon her.

"Oh!"

Nothing in the world can last forever, gods and gods will decline, and immortals will eventually die. So she thought of a way to let her inherit everything she had at a certain necessary moment after reincarnation.

It is probably for this reason that Mu Qingyun found that he now has some understanding of music and so on, and he also has this 'absolute pitch' inexplicably.

Anyway, it is enough to bully Mu Aizhen.

Her room was on the balcony. There were four bedrooms and one living room in the house, but the vacant room was Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao's study, and she was not allowed to use it.

Mu Siping blocked off the balcony and created an independent space for her.

After living there for so long, I'm used to it. Although it's cold in winter and hot in summer, it's still quiet at least.

Sitting at the table, Mu Qingyun smiled.

She is actually a very open-minded person and rarely gets entangled. She just says that the script she wrote will come true. Since it is a certain fact, the only thing she can do now is to work hard to live the life she wants to live and pay more attention to it.

The benefits this brought to her.

As for trouble, the troops will come to cover up the water and earth, and act according to the opportunity.

She knows very well that when her play ends and the curtain falls, the rules that bind her characters will disappear.

Therefore, the only thing she should do is to regard the plot she knows as a prophecy, correct all plot lines that should not appear based on her heart, and protect all those who should be protected.
Chapter completed!