The Local Lazy Man System

On the stage, Wang Meng wore a pink off-the-shoulder chiffon skirt with a cute bow at the waist, layers of lace embellished the beautiful skirt, and long hair draped over her shoulders.

Moderate slanted bangs just across the eyelids, long eyelashes are blinking, watery eyes seem to be talking, small nose is of moderate height, pink face, moist lips make people want to bite.

The beautiful eyes overflowed with brilliance, and there was a light smile between the red lips.

The whole person is elegant, but there is a bit more dusty temperament...

The beautiful Wang Meng stepped onto the stage gracefully, and every step she took could not help but make people feel pity, just like a lady from all over the world.

Walking in front of the piano, Wang Meng sat down gracefully, lightly pressed the keys twice, the scene fell silent, and listened carefully to the next notes.

Pulling his hands apart from left to right, his ten fingers flowed across the keys like water, trying the keys of this piano over and over in an instant.

"this is……"

Several music teachers in the school were stunned.

"This is a technique, this audition joke, is this the technique that a master-level talent would audition for?"

"How did Wang Meng know this technique? How did she master it?"

"Is there a teacher at the piano master level behind her?"

When a string of notes almost practiced into a line floated out, many people who knew how to play the piano suddenly exclaimed.

You must know that this audition technique is not something that anyone can imitate. It takes a master-level pianist to do it.

I didn't expect this little girl to be so powerful at such a young age.

After the audition, Wang Meng's ten fingers fluttered on the keys, and when she played the first note belonging to "Waiting", the sound of the piano music wafted in the night sky.

Following Wang Meng's piano music, people couldn't help feeling a kind of waiting in their hearts.

The road of life is a kind of waiting, waiting for yourself, waiting for relatives, waiting for love, waiting for hopes and dreams, waiting for success and results, waiting for four seasons and nature.

Waiting is a way of life, heaven, earth, sun and moon, pursuit and goal, fate and change, fate in the dark, love and hatred, love and hatred, I am waiting.

Yes, it is a circle, and if you observe and figure out the trajectory of waiting carefully, it is a curve with an end and a beginning.

Because the trajectory of life is where it starts and ends.

Sometimes we don't want to, but we can't help ourselves, and we are powerless. A wise man has told us more than once, "Often you can't get what you want."

The world is round, there is no straight road in this world, if there is, it will pass away very quickly.

Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" has: "The music is perfect, and the straight is in vain."

Many things in the world are "intentionally planting flowers and flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows to make shade", that is, "there is no way out when the mountains are poor and the river is full of doubts, and there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright".

It’s just that we must persist on this trajectory, otherwise we will give up halfway and restart a curve, which is no longer what it was then.

In fact, everyone is waiting, and at the same time being watched by others. As for whether the two waiting can overlap to produce a new, beautiful, and tactful waiting.

It ends where it starts, or starts where it ends, thus forming a circle, an endless circle.

Life just keeps watching and being watched on this circle, forever.

...

After the song was over, the applause rang out violently. This piano piece was really great and made everyone resonate.

Music can make people resonate, but how many people have reached this level.

Everyone didn't expect that here today, there is a little girl who can play the piano so well, it's amazing!

"I didn't expect Mengmeng to play the piano so well!"

Teacher Zhang looked at Wang Meng who bowed to everyone and stepped back from the stage in surprise, and said to Ye Rongrong.

"She is very talented in playing the piano. If she goes to the end on this road, she will definitely become a legend in the piano world."

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"I think so!"

Teacher Zhang very much agrees with Ye Rongrong's words, and Wang Meng is definitely suitable for this path.

It can be predicted that she will definitely become a piano master in the future.

Indeed, a few years later, Wang Meng became the most powerful female pianist in the world, known as the Queen of Piano.

Together with Jiang Mengmeng, they became the two greatest music masters of this century, only one is the queen of piano and the other is the queen of guzheng.

Known as the most beautiful music goddess in this century.

It's just that few people know that their music teacher is the same person.

...

Watching Wang Meng walk off the stage, people below the stage applauded continuously.

"it is good"

"You play the piano so well!"

"Whose family's daughter is this, she is beautiful, and she plays the piano so well that I shed tears listening to it."

"Yeah, I haven't heard such a good piano sound for a long time."

"Haha, my son is in this school, and I asked my son to chase her! Such a daughter-in-law will marry home, and I will be happy in my dreams!"

"You're making your son fall in love early!"

"What's wrong with puppy love? It's so hard to find a wife now, if you don't start early, where will you find such a good wife in the future!"

"You're right, I'll let my son pursue her too!"

"Hold the grass, your son is going to steal his wife from my son!"

"So what's the matter with snatching, as long as my son has the ability to snatch such a daughter-in-law, I will be happy!"

...

"Thank you, Wang Meng, for performing a moving piano piece for us. The following is a poem recitation. Yu Sisi, Class 1, Senior Three, will recite "A Blooming Tree" for you. We welcome everyone with applause."

Following the words of the hostess, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked onto the stage in a pink dress, looking like a beautiful elf.

how to make you meet me,

In my most beautiful moment.

for this,

I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years,

Beg it to let us form a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree,

Grow by the road you must pass.

Blooming discreetly in the sun,

Blossoms are my longing from previous life,

When you come near, please listen,

That quivering leaf is my passion for waiting.

And you finally walk by ignoring,

Falling all over the place behind you,

Oh my friend,

Those are not petals.

It is my withered heart.

A moving song "A Blooming Tree" was read in the sweet voice of this beautiful girl, giving people a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

This song "A Blooming Tree" is the work of the poet Xi Murong. She expresses a young girl's heart of spring with sincerity and shocks people.

"How to make you meet me, at this most beautiful moment."

At the beginning of the poem, the image of a beautiful, dignified, bold and frank girl pours out, vivid and moving.

There is no world-shaking, weeping ghosts and gods vows.

The three characters "most beautiful" describe the girl's pursuit of purity, holiness, greatness, and beautiful love meticulously and vividly, but without the slightest affectation, which is the natural expression of the girl's sincerity.

"Under the sun, the flowers are carefully blooming, and every blossom is my longing from the previous life."

Some people say that love is fate. To love someone or not to love someone is a feeling, and there is no choice. Any effort is deliberately forced, and it is in vain.

The predestined relationship flattered by modern people is a kind of passive self-abandoned comfort.

The woman in the poem carefully blooms flowers on the side of the road that the person she loves must pass through. It is a declaration of love and an act of actively achieving "share" with the person she loves.

The word "cautious" more delicately describes the psychological activities of a woman who strives to perfect herself and looks at love with a sincere heart.

Life is in a hurry, and it is not only love that flows away inadvertently? Three points of success are destined, seven points depend on hard work, hard work will win.

landed behind you

Those are not petals, my friend,

It is my withered heart.

When the person you love walks by ignorantly, what falls on the ground is not the petals, but the withered heart of the girl, tears, blood, loss, crying like complaints, and the desolate situation makes people cry.

However, Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

The one who fell on the ground is the girl who has no shame in her heart, no regrets in her love, no regrets in her life, her true feelings, her earnest intentions, and her persistent pursuit!

Ye Rongrong suddenly found that he really liked this poem.

Ye Rongrong was so intoxicated by the artistic conception of this poem that he forgot to watch the performance on the stage.

"Uncle, uncle!"

Seeing that he had already walked to him, and his uncle was still distracted, Wang Meng couldn't help calling Ye Guangrong softly.

"Well, you're down!"

Ye Rongrong came back to his senses, looked at Wang Meng beside him and said.

Although the lights are a little dim now, Ye Rongrong's eyes still brighten up when he saw Wang Meng.

It's really beautiful.

If this woman puts on makeup properly, her level of beauty will increase several times!

Now Wang Meng is beautiful.

A man like Ye Rongrong who thinks he is strong-willed can't help but have the urge to kiss her on the face.

"I've been by your side for a long time, but you didn't respond, uncle, what were you thinking just now?"

Wang Meng asked curiously.

But what made his uncle so distracted, he didn't even feel that a living person as big as him came to him.

"It's nothing, it's just that the poem just now is really good!" Ye Rongrong said.

"Uncle, you are talking about "A Flowering Tree". I love this poem too. I can read it better than her. I will read it to you next time."

Wang Meng heard that Ye Rongrong liked the song "A Flowering Tree", so she spoke.

In poetry recitation, Wang Meng felt that she was no worse than Yu Sisi in Class 1, Senior Three.

Because Wang Meng felt that her voice was much sweeter than Yu Sisi's.

If I had known that "Uncle" liked to listen to this poem, I should have chosen a poem and recited it.

Wang Meng suddenly had such an idea.

"it is good!"

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"Uncle, how was my piano playing just now?"

Wang Meng asked nervously.

This is what Wang Meng is most concerned about.

"Very good. If you want to score, I will give you ninety-nine points. I won't give you one point if you are afraid of being proud." Ye Rongrong said.

Ye Rongrong was very sure about Wang Meng's performance just now.

After all, Wang Meng has only been learning piano for two months. With such a result, she is definitely a genius among geniuses. Many people who have studied piano for a lifetime can hardly reach this level!

"Have you seen Xu Xiaolang's father?"

Just when Wang Meng was blushing and wanted to tell her uncle that she played "Waiting" for him alone, Teacher Zhang came over and asked anxiously. To be continued.