NABC Chapter 13 Perfect Pitch
Chapter 13 Perfect Pitch
Chen Lang also liked this older sister who always managed to rescue him from his wife's clutches.
It's bigger and much gentler, after all.
Her arms were also fragrant and soft, and the user experience was much better.
Yao Beina held Chen Lang's small hand and pressed the black and white piano keys.
He pressed the buttons while teaching attentively.
"Do, come on, repeat after me, do..."
"This is... here..."
"Meow..."
Chen Lang went along with her performance, but in his mind he was ranting and raving.
Sister, I know this is Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti.
I could even read Canon in D in my past life, and you're teaching me this now? Isn't that a bit too insulting to my intelligence?
However, he also made an amazing discovery.
While Yao Beina was teaching him to recognize musical notes, An Feng was causing trouble by randomly pressing the keys on the piano with her chubby little hands.
Several random sounds rang out at the same time.
But in Chen Lang's ears, he could clearly distinguish every note that was pressed.
C, E, G, and one more F.
He was stunned.
This is... the legendary perfect pitch?
He remembered seeing similar performances only in some music programs in his previous life.
Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Jay Chou all possess this talent.
Even his cousin Yao Beina had her abilities confirmed by her teacher Liu Huan.
Could it be that I have it too?
While Yao Beina went to get a drink of water, he slapped the piano keys.
"Clang—"
A jarring, discordant note exploded out.
Yao Beina, who was drinking water, was startled and almost dropped the cup.
"Lang Ya Zi! What are you doing?!"
Chen Lang ignored her complaints.
In that instant, every note he had pressed clearly appeared in his mind.
C2, E2, G2, A2, C3, D3, F3…
A dozen or so musical notes were arranged and combined in his mind, clearly and without a single mistake.
He recalled the time when he was just born.
An infant's vision develops very slowly, yet he possesses the soul of an adult.
Loneliness and fear compelled him to use his ears to perceive everything around him.
The nurses' footsteps, the ticking of the medical equipment, the adults' conversations, Sisi's crying...
Those sounds became his only way of understanding the world.
Could it be because his hearing was developed to its fullest potential at that time?
As the saying goes, when God closes a door, He always opens a window.
He couldn't figure out the underlying principle, but it was definitely a good thing.
What's the difference between a reborn person and a salted fish if they don't have some kind of cheat code?
Could it be that my secret weapon is these ears that have been blessed by God?
Although this cheat code... is a bit weak, it can only be considered a talent at most.
It's better than nothing.
Today's routine is still Anfeng playing with his younger brother.
A staple program, never missing a single episode.
Anfeng is no longer satisfied with simple dragging and lifting.
She began to develop a strong interest in Chen Lang's appearance.
While sorting through old clothes, Grandma found a pink dress that Anfeng could no longer wear.
The dress is beautiful, with lace trim and a bow.
An Feng looked at the dress, then glanced at Chen Lang, who was a size smaller than her.
His eyes shone with excitement.
Thus began Chen Lang's miserable day.
An Feng pressed him down on the sofa and forced him to wear a pink dress that was clearly a size too small.
The skirt clung tightly to his body, making it hard for him to breathe.
This is not finished.
An Feng, from who knows where, found Liu Xiaoli's wig that she usually used for performances.
A long, brown wig with big, wavy curls.
She awkwardly pinned the wig to Chen Lang's head, covering most of his face.
Then she picked up a small comb and began to comb and dress up her younger brother's hair in a serious manner.
"Little brother, don't move!"
"You're going to grow up to be a beautiful little princess!"
Chen Lang sat motionless on the sofa, offering no resistance.
His painful lesson taught him that any form of resistance against a creature as energetic as An Feng would only fuel her desire to conquer him.
The more you struggle, the more you will suffer.
So he chose to lie flat, letting An Feng do whatever he wanted to him.
I kept hypnotizing myself in my mind.
"My own wife, my own wife..."
"What must be endured, must be endured."
Those who deserve to be pampered should be pampered.
"This is romance, yes, this is romance between a young couple..."
Although he didn't know what kind of fun it was to be dressed up as a cross-dressing man by a three-year-old girl.
He just inexplicably felt an urge to cry.
To think that he, a reborn person, had fallen to this state.
It was so moving that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.
Just as he was about to have his face painted with a big mess by An Feng using his mother's lipstick.
The savior has appeared.
Grandma came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced watermelon and was stunned by what she saw in the living room.
Then, a deafening burst of laughter erupted.
"Oh my goodness!"
"Whose little girl is this? She's so pretty!"
She laughed so hard she almost dropped the plate of watermelon in her hands.
Chen Lang looked at her with a mournful gaze.
Grandma, can you save me from this predicament?
Grandma clearly received his distress signal.
But she didn't rescue him immediately.
Instead, he turned around and went back into the house, taking out the Seagull brand camera from home.
They snapped several photos of Chen Lang.
"Keep this as a souvenir, keep this as a souvenir!"
"When you grow up, take this out and look at it; it'll be so interesting!"
Chen Lang was speechless.
What kind of commemoration is this? This is a dark history that must be erased.
After taking the photos, a satisfied grandmother finally rescued Chen Lang from An Feng's clutches.
She helped Chen Lang take off that suffocating dress, remove that ridiculous wig, and put on a clean pair of shorts and a vest.
She took their hands and led them out.
"Come on, Langya, Qianmei, Grandma will take you downstairs to play with Grandpa."
The common courtyard of the family compound was very lively.
Under several old locust trees, there are stone tables and benches.
Grandpa was playing chess with a few old friends, and the game was fiercely contested.
Some elderly people who don't have to work gathered together, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and chatting.
A group of kids, about the same age as Chen Lang and his friends, gathered together and played their own games.
Some were playing in the sandpit, building crooked sandcastles with small buckets and shovels.
Some children, with their buttocks sticking out, were intently playing marbles on the uneven cement ground.
A few older girls were playing hopscotch and jump rope.
They were singing the coded song that would later be used to identify spies.
Malan flowers bloom at 21, 25, 6, 25, 7, 28, 29, and 31...
The older boys would fold various cigarette wrappers into square cigarette boxes, gather together, and play a game of slapping the cigarette boxes together.
"Snapped!"
"Haha, it's mine!"