dhibooks Chapter 359 Little An'an is 3 years old and can already play Mozart.
Chapter 359 Little An'an is 3 years old and can already play Mozart.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the phoenix trees on Anno Island have bloomed and faded.
The living room was bathed in perfect sunlight, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the azure waves of the Pacific Ocean were gently lapping against the golden sand.
Nuonuo sat on the thick carpet.
She was frantically tearing open a bag of custom-made spicy five-spice strips while humming an unknown tune.
The little girl is ten years old this year. She has grown quite a bit taller and has a ponytail. She already has some of the beauty that Su Qingge had back then.
Just as she put a spicy snack into her mouth...
In the spacious and luxurious living room, a smooth, flowing piano melody suddenly rang out without warning.
That's Mozart's classic piece, "Turkish March".
The piano music was crisp and cheerful, with each note so precise it seemed as if it had been measured with a precision instrument.
Lin Zhou was leaning back on the leather sofa, legs crossed, flipping through a latest financial report on deep-sea energy mining.
Hearing this noise, his fingertips, which were tapping the sofa, suddenly stopped.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked in the direction the sound came from.
In the center of the hall sits a custom-made Steinway crystal grand piano worth tens of millions.
At this moment, a chubby little dumpling wearing a bear onesie was sitting on a specially made raised piano stool with its bottom sticking out.
That was little An'an, who had just turned three.
The little guy was so tiny that when he sat on that huge piano bench, his two chubby little legs couldn't even reach the edge of the pedals, and he could only sway comically in mid-air.
Yet, this little one, who can barely speak properly, is now rapidly moving his chubby little hands, which are like lotus root segments, across the black and white piano keys.
Lin Zhou looked closely.
That brat didn't even glance at the sheet music in front of him.
His little head was tilted slightly, his big, dark eyes were staring blankly at the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and he was blowing one or two clear bubbles of saliva from his mouth.
Blind play.
These world-famous pieces, which are extremely difficult, are as easy for him as playing with mud.
Every arpeggio, every chord, carries a natural sense of rhythm.
"Damn, Old Chen, when did this kid learn that move?"
Lin Zhou rubbed his temples in disbelief.
He sat up abruptly and casually tossed the multi-billion dollar financial report onto the tea tree table.
Old Chen had just walked in carrying a plate of sliced tropical fruit when he saw this scene, and he almost dropped his silver fork on the carpet.
"Young master... This old servant swears that I did not teach him this. At most, I would take the young master to listen to Peking Opera."
Old Chen swallowed hard, his wrinkles on his face stiffening.
Hearing the sound, Su Qingge also came down from the holographic music room upstairs.
She was wearing a moon-white silk dress, her long hair cascading down her back. At this moment, her usually serene and beautiful face was filled with deep shock.
She is a legendary figure in the global music scene and is regarded by countless music critics as an unsurpassable music queen.
Su Qingge understood better than anyone what playing Mozart blindly meant for a three-year-old child.
That's a level that can't be reached just by practicing hard.
That's an absolute crushing defeat at the microscopic genetic level.
It's like God is constantly feeding us.
"Lin Zhou, tell me honestly, did you secretly give An'an some kind of pill from the system?"
Su Qingge walked to Lin Zhou's side, staring at her husband's profile with some suspicion.
"Wife, you're wronging me."
Lin Zhou shrugged, somewhat amused and exasperated, and casually put his arm around his wife's slender waist.
"Besides taking him to the beach to catch crabs, I usually teach him how to fight with those chickens. I don't know anything about music theory."
Lin Zhou walked to the piano and quietly watched An An's small figure from behind.
The music continued, the cheerful notes leaping in the air. When the little guy reached the climax, his two chubby little shoulders swayed rhythmically.
Lin Zhou sighed silently to himself.
evildoer.
The musical talent this kid has shown is even more terrifying than Su Qingge's back then.
Su Qingge was once hailed as a once-in-a-century singing prodigy, and she was, after all, nurtured in a formal music academy.
But this kid has only lived on this planet for a total of thirty-six months.
"An'an, stop playing, come and eat some fruit."
Nuonuo, with a spicy snack in her mouth and a bright red wax apple in her hand, shouted towards the piano.
Ding.
The last note came to an abrupt end with a slightly awkward accent.
When Xiao An'an heard her sister's call, her chubby little face, which looked like it had been carved from jade, suddenly turned around.
The moment he saw the fruit platter and the spicy strips in his sister's hand, his two big, dark eyes instantly lit up like stars.
"Sister...eat!"
The little guy tried awkwardly to slide down from the high piano bench.
Because his legs were too short, he hung in mid-air for half a second before finally rolling down onto the thick New Zealand wool carpet with a soft splat, like a little ball of flesh.
Lin Zhou felt a pang of heartache at the sight and was about to reach out to hug him.
But the little guy acted as if nothing had happened, scrambled to his feet, and with his two chubby little legs, he pounced right into Nuonuo's arms.
He stretched out his chubby little hand, which had just created a miracle on a famous piano, and drooled a little as he reached for the spicy snack packaging bag in Nuonuo's hand.
"No, you're too young to eat spicy food, it will make you poop."
Nuonuo skillfully raised her hand and hid the spicy strip behind her back.
She casually stuffed the wax apple into her younger brother's mouth.
"Eat this, it's sweet."
An'an smacked his lips a couple of times, looking a little aggrieved. He then sat on the carpet, hugging a wax apple that was bigger than his fist, and began to gnaw on it.
That adorable, food-loving look of his was a far cry from the piano prodigy he had just been.
Su Qingge walked to the piano and touched the still warm black and white keys with some affection.
"Lin Zhou, I suddenly feel a lot of pressure."
She turned her head, her peach blossom eyes filled with a bitter smile.
"By the time this kid turns five, I reckon there won't be much left to teach him."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, walked over and put his arm around his wife's shoulder from behind, gently biting her slightly warm earlobe.
"If you can't teach them, then don't. As long as our Lin family's son knows how to enjoy life, that's enough."
"If he wants to be a pianist when he grows up, I'll buy the Vienna Musikverein and give it to him as an amusement park."
"If he doesn't want to play anymore, he can come back to the island and feed chickens and grow vegetables with me."
Lin Zhou's tone still revealed that unruly pride and arrogance.
"Don't give me that. If you turn An'an into a little bandit like Nuonuo, you'll see what I do to you."
Su Qingge glared at him, but her tone was full of a mother's pride.
She looked at the brother and sister huddled together on the sofa, sharing fruit, her eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown a person.
This home.
It's getting more and more lively now.
"Young Master, Young Master Zhou Yang sent a satellite video from outside, saying that his son learned to roll over today and insists on showing it off to you."
Old Chen walked over with a tablet computer, giving a somewhat strange smile.
Lin Zhou pursed his lips and snorted with some disdain.
"What's so great about rolling over? Tell this kid."
"My son is three years old and can already play Mozart blindfolded. Tell him to go back and rewrite the Zhou family genealogy before he comes to talk to me."
Old Chen nodded with some sympathy and took his tablet to reply.
If Zhou Yang heard this news, he'd probably have to drink his red wine like vinegar tonight.
"Dad, my brother didn't play the 'Big Star' tune very well just now."
After finishing her spicy snack, Nuonuo clapped her hands and ran over.
Lin Zhou chuckled and picked up his daughter.
"Why is it not good? It's a masterpiece by a master."
"Because it's not as good as my mom's singing."
Nuonuo said confidently.
"You're right. That brat's skills are not bad, but he's still far behind your mother."
Lin Zhou kissed his daughter's little face.
"Lin Zhou, how can you belittle your son like that?"
Su Qingge sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead.