The first semester of the sixth grade was filled with all kinds of surprises and surprises. On the eve of Easter, the school had a Spring Festival holiday.
Carlos went to primary school not far from La Masia. After entering the youth training camp, with his consent, the youth training camp helped him choose this school. Most of the other young players also went to school here.
Carlos's results were not too bad and did not make the coaches worry too much, but it was not very good. In fact, he was very good at math and science, but perhaps he was a legendary student who was not good at all subjects. Carlos was always at the passing line in other subjects.
For this reason, Su Qingjia, a Chinese, had to tutor his pure-blooded Spanish brother in literature every weekend.
However, Carlos really did not have any literary talent. It was common for him to be mistaken. He could mix all three other poems into one line of poetry. What made Su Qingjia collapse even more was-
There were only four poems in total this semester!!
Su Qingjia tried all kinds of methods, but it was useless. The little brother still did his own thing and wrote all the authors wrong at the end of the semester.
When Su Qingjia was looking at Carlos's report card, she saw a large pile of 5 marks (5 marks was a passing mark) and felt that the teacher had given him all the marks for his face.
Carlos's neck was still stiff. He pointed at the math, science, and second foreign language.
"I'm giving 10 points, 10 points! In the entire class, no, in the entire grade, I'm the only one who scored full marks!”
Su Qingjia was speechless.
I've raised a terrible son!
Although Carlos was not very good at literature, he was surprisingly talented in language. Although he could not compare with Su Qingjia, a language genius, he had learned English for a few years and could speak it very well. He could carry out ordinary conversations fluently. Sometimes, when Oleg was in front of them, Carlos would switch to English and talk to Su Qingjia.
Oleg could only run away in grief and indignation. He had no choice. Who asked him to be bad at English? He didn't understand at all, alright?
Are you bullying me? Hmph, wait, wait, wait…
Wait until he learned it…
The twelve-year-old Carlos grew up very quickly. He was not inferior to a group of fourteen-year-olds. His dazzling blond hair and blue-gray eyes became the first thing that young girls started to pursue. Not to mention his unique temperament. During St. George's Day, he had the most chocolates and love letters on the table.
However, he had never given roses to any girl, nor had he ever accepted a book from any girl.
Therefore, until now, many girls still fantasized about receiving a beautiful red flower with crystal dew from this indifferent youth. On Saint George's Day, they would go to Rambla Avenue to choose the most special book and give it to him.
However, he had actually given it to Su Qingjia. On Su Qingjia's birthday, he had been struggling for a long time, but he didn't know what to give her.
Oleg, the playboy, started to talk,"You don't have to give her anything, just give her a kiss", or "I'll give you to her", or "I'll take her to see the stars and the moon, from music, chess, calligraphy and painting to philosophy of life".
blablabla……
After talking for a long time, Carlos still chose one of them. He picked a delicate but shy thornless red rose that was about to bloom. This was the most beautiful one he had seen after visiting all the flower shops in the city. There was crystal dew on the top of the closed petals. In the warm and rainy season, he hoped that this flower could decorate Su Qingjia's life, whether it was placed in a vase in her room or quietly lying in a box.
Carlos felt that Bella was like a budding rose, warmly warming his heart.[Black Basket] It's your fault that Chi Si doesn't like me.
Accompany him through these cold years.
He silently hoped that he would be able to see this rose bloom in the future.
On Su Qingjia's birthday this year, Carlos happily went to her house. He shared the strawberry-flavored cake with her and her family and friends. When the lights went out, he saw Bella's side profile being illuminated by the candlelight. It was as delicate as jade, like a rose lying in a box.
Carlos also hoped that he would exist in her wish, even if it was just a passing mention.
He liked Sister Rosa's words more and more now. A person must have expectations, and only when they had expectations would they be eager.
As he ate the cake quietly, Carlos thought of the religious teacher who had taught them this semester. He had seen that sentence again.
"If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better to lose one of your bodies than to throw your whole body into hell.”
Carlos learned the true meaning of this sentence. We must use the greatest will and perseverance to cut off the sins in our lives and not let the darkness erode our hearts.
He thought that as long as Bella could stay with him, he would not fall into the abyss. He would not let his soul be stained with black.
Because in his dream, the grown-up Bella was wearing a pure white wedding dress and walking towards him step by step.
What a holy and beautiful angel.
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As for the rose, ahem, forgive the strange auntie for not thinking too much about it. She put it under her nose and sniffed it. Then, she found a glass bottle and placed it on the dressing table.
A week later, Su Qingjia peeled off all the petals of the blooming roses and used them as raw materials for skincare products.
When Easter came, Su Qingjia was going to visit a piano master who lived near Batllo's apartment. This master was well-known and highly sought after in the international piano industry. He was also a top genius in Spain.
Master Louis had once danced with Su Qingjia's grandmother, Sonia.
In those chaotic years, Sonia's Flamenco had painted many people's pink memories. Her lifted skirt and beautiful dance steps rippled in the hearts of the heroes.
Ming Ling had also received his guidance back then.
As she grew older, Su Qingjia's fingers began to grow longer, and her playing skills began to become richer. She could also control level 10 music very well. What surprised Ming Ling even more was that she heard her daughter's music was full of emotions.
For a musician, skilled performance was far from enough. Without the power to move people's hearts, music could only be a simple melody that could not enter the heart.
Many people who learned the piano did not learn it because they could not master the techniques, but because they were restricted by their emotions. Ming Ling was among them.
However, she saw the brilliance of diamonds in Su Qingjia's performance.
As a mother, she didn't want her daughter's talent to be buried. She didn't want her son to become a dragon or a phoenix. Ming Ling just wanted her daughter to shine like a star in her field.
Although Su Qingjia was a little confused and didn't know if she wanted to walk the path of the piano, the only thing she could be sure of was that she didn't hate the piano. Sometimes, she even liked it.
After asking for her daughter's permission, Su Jingkang and Ming Ling brought her to the music studio for an 'interview' to read.[Lu Xiaofeng] Mr. Accountant
On the way, the car drove past Batllo's apartment. There were many tourists during Easter.
Su Qingjia leaned against the car window and watched as Batllo's apartment passed by. She had been there a few times with her family and Carlos on weekends.
The beautiful Batllo apartment was engraved with the legend of a dragon slayer. The entire apartment was a fairy tale. The cross-shaped chimney represented the hero, the scaled roof was the dragon's back, and the balcony was a rose made of dragon blood.
As the work of the genius artistic architect Gaudi, this apartment made all the adventure stories of love become tangible.
While they were still lamenting Batllo's beauty, the car had already arrived at their destination.
The staff took them to the piano room, and Louis was looking at the scenery from the window.
Su Qingjia saw that the apricot colored curtains were blown up, and Louis turned around when he heard it.
He was already old, and wrinkles had crept onto his face. No one could escape the erosion of time, be it the beautiful Sonia, the mysterious Ming Yu, or the pianist in front of him.
However, his temperament had become mellow and gentle with the passage of time. The coat wrapped around his tall body, and this handsome gentleman was full of charm.
Su Jingkang coughed and pulled Ming Ling back to her senses.
"Hello, lovely Princess Anna and your family.”Louis took the initiative to greet her. He didn't have the lofty air of a classical musician, so Su Qingjia had a good first impression of him.
"Hello." Su Jingkang shook hands with him." I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'm Vincent, Anna's husband. This is our child, Bella."”
Louis obviously liked Su Qingjia very much. He bent down and kissed Su Qingjia on the cheek.
"You are the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen. I think you'll definitely be more beautiful than your grandmother when you grow up.”
Su Qingjia's eyes curved and her voice was sweet.
"Thank you for your compliment. You are also the most handsome pianist I have ever seen.”
Louis was amused by her and laughed out loud. The atmosphere suddenly became very good. He said,
"Believe me, no matter how many pianists you've seen, I'm still the best at playing the piano among the good-looking ones.”
Su Qingjia toot and said cutely,
"But when I grow up, shouldn't I be the best-looking one playing the piano?”
Everyone was amused by Su Qingjia. Louis could only laugh and say,
"Okay, okay. You're the best-looking one among the piano players. You're the second best-looking one among the piano players.”
Louis had guided many people. He was a generous pianist who never suppressed talented young people. Instead, he helped them. Ming Ling was one of them.
When Louis was young, he was handsome and flirtatious. He kissed many beauties on the piano stand, and his slender fingers took off pieces of luxurious clothes.
The man who had been flirting with women everywhere was still alone. He said that he enjoyed the feeling of freedom. Those beautiful women brought him joy and inspiration.
Even now, this flame had not been extinguished.
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