Chapter 93 What exactly do you want to do?
When the bow pulls the strings, it makes them vibrate and produce beautiful music.

The image of my mother standing on the platform of Matsumae Shrine playing the violin seems a little strange, but it is the deepest impression in my memory.

At that time, Matsumae Shinharu was only five years old.

The Chihaya feather robe that the shrine maiden often wore is still on her mother.

Snowflakes are flying and feathers are fluttering.

Mother, wearing a golden crown, played music she didn't know in the snow.

Melancholy, deep and quiet.

Matsumae Shinharu often hid behind the pine trees on the mountain and secretly watched her mother play like this. Her mother only liked this piece of music.

mother
Matsumae Shinharu had almost forgotten the image of her mother, but the song she played remained in her mind for a long time.

Matsumae Shinchun closed her eyes, and while picturing the image of her mother playing the piano in her mind, she slowly played out long notes.

She remembered. The song should be like this
Not quite.

Still can't reach my mother's level.

Moreover, she had no idea what song her mother was playing; she was only playing a fragment of the melody based on her memory.

"Why are you here so early?"

During the early morning independent practice, Matsumae Shinharu was surprised by the unusual appearance of Fujii Itsuki in the music classroom.

She quickly put down the violin clamped around her neck and stood up to greet him.

"Teacher Fujii."

This child's politeness always makes Fujii Itsuki feel comfortable.

"Why are you here to practice so early?"

"You're sitting at home with nothing to do. Why don't you go out early and prepare for the performance in May? Mr. Fujii, why are you here so early today?"

Fujii Itsuki said helplessly: "Just like you students go to school early to finish your homework, teachers sometimes do the same."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fujii."

"It's worth it for you."

For us?

This "we" does include ourselves, right?

Matsumae Shinchun didn't even know why she thought this way.

But she did realize that she really hoped that Mr. Fujii could do something for her.

Single. Unique.
She was looking forward to this very much.

"Teacher is so nice." Matsumae Shinchun said shyly.

"Ah."

Fujii Itsuki didn't notice anything unusual.

It was only half past six, and Fujii Itsuki happened to glance at the open musical instrument case at Matsumae Shinharu's feet. On it was engraved a line of silver-plated English: Guarneri, 1860.

This thing.
Fujii Itsuki's heart trembled when he saw this.

I am not amazed by the performance of this violin, but by its value.
In layman's terms, this thing is the Bugatti Veyron in the eyes of violinists. The price of this violin is definitely no less than 100 million US dollars.

"It's you, Matsumae, who changed the violin?"

Matsumae Shinchun shook her head. "I just wanted to bring it here on a whim. When we moved, I asked Sakura to bring all the things related to my mother here. This zither is one of my mother's relics."

The professor's relics
Fujii Itsuki sighed.

"Can you show it to me?"

"of course."

"Thank you."

Fujii Itsuki carefully took the violin from Matsumae Shinharu's hands. The varnish on the violin was quite beautiful, and it was hard to believe that this was an antique that had been preserved for almost 300 years.

"Very beautiful." he exclaimed.

"It is a very valuable piano after all."

"This bow is probably worth $40. Can I play it?"

"Teacher, please."

Fujii Itsuki tried to put the violin on his neck and played a piece of Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E.

His pupils dilated.

嘹亮
Very loud.

So amazing.

It was much better than the violin he had borrowed from Mr. Ito when he was in college.

Is this the power of money?

Fujii Itsuki was thinking to himself and couldn't stop playing. He accidentally finished playing one movement of the concerto.

It's really refreshing.

"It's amazing, it's worthy of being an antique. I suddenly feel that the violin's antiquity does have some value."

Fujii Itsuki praised the excellence of the piano, while Matsumae Shinchun saw the excellent performance of his teacher, a high level that he performed effortlessly.

Beneath Matsumae Shinchun's calm face, an urgent thought popped up in his mind.

Could it be that the teacher knows what songs the mother played in the past?

Fujii Itsuki couldn't let go of the zither. He turned it over and over and suddenly saw a line of words engraved on the back of the zither - [Millennium, Beginning of Autumn, presented to Qianqin].

"This is.?"

Matsumae Shinchun noticed the words that Fujii Itsuki saw and replied, "This is a gift from my father to my mother on the day she came of age. It is also a wedding gift for my mother and father."

“No wonder the piano is so expensive.”

Fujii Itsuki quickly returned the violin to Matsumae.

He was so nervous holding the piano in his hands that if he accidentally left a scratch on it, he would not be able to compensate Songqian even if he sold himself.

Matsumae Shinchun saw how much Fujii Itsuki liked the zither, so she didn't take it directly, but said:

"It's okay for the teacher to keep it for a few days."

"No, I'm not used to using things that are too expensive. Even though I like them very much."

Originally, I had no idea about Miss Matsumae Shinharu's identity. After all, she always called me Teacher Fujii with great respect.

But when I think about the fact that this kid can easily hold something worth 100 million US dollars in his hand.

Fujii Itsuki felt a little scared.

As expected, the Matsumae family can give their daughter 100 million US dollars to play around with.

Fujii Itsuki returned the violin to Matsumae.

After taking the violin, Shinharu Matsumae seemed to have some feelings. She imitated the gestures her mother had used to play the violin, pictured the image of her mother playing in her mind, closed her eyes, and tried to play a short piece of the instrument her mother had played in the past.

Improvisational music?
Fujii Itsuki clenched his chin and listened patiently.

At first, Matsumae Shinharu had a good grasp of the rhythm, but she made mistakes when it came to some transition techniques later on. It felt like she didn't memorize the score and it was a bit messy.

"Music. It's so difficult." The girl sighed.

“It’s a little difficult.”

"teacher"

"What's wrong?" Fujii Itsuki could see that Matsumae Shinchun seemed to have something to ask of him.

"I have something else I would like Mr. Fujii to help me with."

Matsumae Shinchun put down her violin and looked at him, her eyes clear and transparent. If you sift through the winter, you can probably get this color, right? Fujii Itsuki thought.

"Just say it directly." He smiled.

"Is it bad to always ask Mr. Fujii for help?"

This kid.
She speaks so softly that one can't help but want to love her.

Fujii Itsuki felt that if he had a junior sister like Matsumae, he would give her everything.

After all, the child is so pure and so beautiful.

Especially the little teardrop mole under the corner of her eye when she talks. It is so charming that if you look at it for a second, you can't help but open your heart to her.

right.
To Matsumae, I must. I must.

Wait, what are you thinking about?
Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and shook his head to drive away the messy thoughts.

Matsumae Shinchun looked concerned, "Teacher Fujii Itsuki, are you okay?"

"fine."

The hazy feeling was fleeting.

As if the thought just now had never happened, Fujii Itsuki didn't feel anything. "That's good," Matsumae Shinchun felt relieved, folded her hands in front of her, and stood in a standard lady's posture, "I feel bad for always asking the teacher for help, so I would like to ask Mr. Fujii to come to my house this afternoon, how about it?"

"Matsumae, do you want to entertain me again?"

"Yes," Matsumae Shinchun's face turned red as she nodded, "I should have been the one to cook the dishes during the last move, but I asked the teacher and Chitose to help.

".Ah, it's not that I dislike Chitose, but after knowing the relationship between Fujii-sensei and Chitose, I always feel a little restrained when I get along with the teacher. I want to stay alone with Fujii-sensei for a while to talk about mother and novels."

it's wired.
In my heart, I subconsciously wanted to agree to Matsumae.

I wanted to invite this child into a room alone, invite her to sit next to me, and whisper something to her blushing ear.

Strange.

Strange.

Strange.

Is there really something wrong with my brain?

Ever since that day in Shenyuan, he had been paying attention to these things, consciously or unconsciously. He seemed to like being with young girls.

Whether it is Chitose, Kuka, or the current Matsumae.

Fujii Itsu felt that he didn't want to reject them.

"Teacher doesn't want to?"

Want to reject Matsumae?
No. I don’t really want to refuse.

If I reject Matsumae, she will probably be sad.

Fujii Itsuki suddenly discovered a hidden characteristic of his own - he didn't like girls to be sad, and wanted to be considerate and caring towards them.

Am I really a pervert?
In twenty-six years, I have never felt such emotions.

No, I have to overcome this mentality.

He wants to return to normal status.

"Teacher Fujii?"

Fujii Itsuki came to his senses and had a good idea.

If we want to overcome this situation, we must face the youthful troubles of these girls head on.

Just like Liuxia Hui, who was worried that the woman would freeze to death, so he unbuttoned his coat and wrapped her tightly.

Even if there is physical contact, it is out of concern for the girl's safety.

This is what a gentleman is.

It was the same when I went to Matsumae's house. I just wanted to take care of Matsumae's adolescent troubles.

"no problem."

When Matsumae Shinchun heard the teacher's agreement, she was very happy and quickly said:

"I want to go home early this afternoon! I want to prepare a welcome dinner for Mr. Fujii in advance."

Fujii Itsuki forced a smile, "No need to be so grand."

The two returned to the issue that Matsumae had asked for help with.

Matsumae Shinchun said: "In fact, this question has troubled me for many years. I have asked many teachers, but they don't quite know what this song is."

"This piece of music?"

Matsumae Shinchun nodded slightly, "It's the song I played just now, the one that Mr. Fujii said was a little messy."

"Oh, that song just now."

"Teacher, do you know what it is? I used to hear my mother play it and I still remember it."

Matsumae Shinharu didn't have much hope because the older generation of musicians who had come to the Holy Lady Wind Orchestra before hadn't been able to recognize her.

"It should be a meditation song."

"Meditation?"

"It is the one by Massenet, called the Meditation of Thaïs. Give me the violin."

Fujii Itsuki picked up the violin again, recalled the melody that Matsumae Shinharu had just played in his mind, and then played it according to the music score in his mind.

Matsumae Shinchun's pupils dilated and she even stuttered when she spoke:
"That's it. That's the one!"

Fujii Itsuki's music did not stop, and Matsumae Shinchun's mind seemed to tremble along with the strings. Suddenly, it seemed as if she had gone back to the past, when her mother was still by her side.

"The professor has extensively adapted this piece of music. You played the part that the professor adapted. It's normal that no one recognized it. I've only heard it a few times."

Fujii Itsuki put down the violin and found that Matsumae Shinchun's eyes were wet.

He was surprised and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No, it's nothing. It's just that hearing Mr. Fujii's performance reminds me of my mother who used to peek behind the tree."

Fujii Itsuki touched his body and luckily he had the wet wipes that Zhang Jiuhua had given him in the morning.

"Take it and wipe it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujii, I lost my composure again."

"Human nature."

Matsumae Shinchun quickly calmed down.

The way she looked at Fujii Itsuki was completely different at this time.

The girl suddenly realized that she overlapped the shadow of him playing the violin with the shadow of her mother.

The girl realized it at this time.
As expected, Mr. Fujii is unique.

*
The time came one hour ago.

Jiu Huayue got up early and wanted to cook a bowl of noodles for the uncle, but she found that the uncle had already gone to school. The girl thought: "Why is he going so early? Is he afraid that I will say that he didn't clean his room in the morning?"

She ran to Fujii Itsuki's room and took a look.

Sure enough.

"Really? You still don't know how to clean up! I've told you so many times."

Jiuhuayue sighed, went into his room, and folded his quilt.

Everyone’s room has a different smell, and this is especially true for the opposite sex.

Jiuhuayue could clearly sense this when she was helping Fujii Itsuki tidy up the quilt.

I folded the quilt and helped him put the clothes hanger into the closet.

Jiu Huayue closed the closet and was about to leave his room when she suddenly saw a white shirt hanging next to the uncle's laundry basket.
She didn't know how, but when she came to her senses, the shirt was in her hands.

She stared.

Hands. Raise slightly upwards.

After a moment, Jiuhuayue put the shirt back.

With a "click", she immediately turned around and went out. In less than ten minutes, she changed into her school uniform, put on her music box, picked up her schoolbag, and took the bus to school.

Jiuhuayue was in the carriage, still breathing rapidly.

'What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?'

'How could you do this to your best friend?'

'Even the perverted uncle has never done such a perverted thing!'

Constantly questioning my inner self seems to make me feel better.

Jiuhuayue returned to peace.

She understands her feelings, and she relies on the uncle more like a good friend.
When you are sad, it is normal to cry in the arms of a good friend, isn't it?

Leaning on a good friend's shoulder and asking for comfort from the other person also falls within the scope of being good friends, doesn't it?

She was glad that she didn't do anything out of line, which would have made the relationship between them impure and made the distance between them even greater.

Jiuhuayue didn't want this to happen.

When she arrived at school, it was still early, as morning reading would not start until 8 o'clock. She put down her schoolbag and went to the club building.

She approached the music classroom and was about to push the door open when she heard two people talking inside.

She listened carefully.

It’s an uncle. And there’s Matsumae Shinharu.

Jiuhuayue did not push the door open, but chose to eavesdrop outside.

[Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fujii.]
[Thank you, Mr. Fujii.]
[Teacher Fujii, I will go home early today! I want to prepare a sumptuous dinner for you!]
Outside the music classroom, Jiuhuayue, holding a music box and leaning against the wall, listened to the entire conversation between the two.

She knew that Matsumae Shinchun knew about the relationship between her and the uncle.

The girl lowered her head, staring at the pair of black leather shoes close together on her feet, muttering the name of her childhood sweetheart.

"Xinchun, what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)