Chapter 405 If We Lie

Then each contestant's score will refer to "lower than the first place" or "higher than the first place", but the "standard" itself is often difficult to win.

When it was Gong Hai's turn to draw lots, he slowly walked to the box and took out a blue ball from it.

Gong Hai did not rush to open the ball, but shook it at Ding Jiajun, looking in a good mood.

"It's number 1." Gong Hai said with a smile.

"Ah? Is that so?" Ding Jiajun didn't know what to say.

Gong Hai happily handed the number plate to the next staff member for registration, and then received his rehearsal number.

"It doesn't matter. Although everyone doesn't want to draw number 1, because few number 1s can get high scores, but Dad said that you can't never get number 1, and you can't always get number 1. Uncle Seven should think like this. Since I drew number 1 in the first qualifying round, I won't encounter this number again next time." Gong Hai was afraid that Ding Jiajun would be nervous, so he comforted him sensibly.

Seeing that Gong Hai did not feel the pressure, Ding Jiajun was also very happy. He patted his shoulder and said, "Go and try the piano. The more important thing today is to get familiar with the venue. Will you use the piano for tomorrow's competition?"

When Ding Jiajun asked this, Gong Hai laughed, "Of course not. It's just the first qualifying round. Today's rehearsal is prepared for contestants from other cities. Local contestants don't need to go to those cooperative rehearsal rooms to rehearse. We can just practice the piano at home, but I can take Uncle Seven to see the rehearsal room. We can also see the situation of other contestants and learn more or less~~~~~~~"

Unexpectedly, Gong Hai actually had such a little thought. Ding Jiajun laughed secretly and agreed.

When walking through the piano room at the far end of the corridor, a girl's voice suddenly came from behind Ding Jiajun and Gong Hai.

"Gong Hai?" The girl called again.

The girl with double ponytails looked about the same age as Gong Hai. Gong Hai smiled and greeted her, "Sister Yacang? Is it really Sister Yacang?"

Gong Hai was shy and didn't know what else to say except this sentence. The girl was more cheerful and reached out to hug Gong Hai.

"Ah, what a warm scarf, it smells so good." Yacang said with a smile.

"Yeah, it smells like my dad." Gong Hai answered proudly.

"Dad? Didn't Xiaohai's dad pass away last month?" Yacang said.

Ding Jiajun was in a mess when he heard this. The competition was tomorrow, how could he encounter such a thing.

He was worried that Gong Hai would not be able to hold on, so he hurriedly said, "Ah, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Yacang, wearing a white lambskin coat and an apricot-colored mesh skirt, looked like a princess, but unfortunately she said something more terrible than a demon.

Of course, Ding Jiajun knew that she didn't mean it.

"Misunderstanding?" Yacang blinked and looked at Gong Hai? "Xiaohai? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, please don't talk nonsense, sister Yacang, dad just went to the hospital to help the patient, he didn't die in the hospital, sister Yacang is too worried." Gong Hai's face flushed, and his voice was trembling.

"That. Xiaohai" Yacang saw Ding Jiajun who had been shaking his head at Gong Hai behind him, and finally seemed to understand something, so he took Gong Hai's hand, "Xiaohai, can you accompany me to practice the piano? I just got off the train and rushed to the concert hall. After practice, I have to go back to the hotel to rest early. Since I met Xiaohai, please trouble Xiaohai to accompany me to practice the piano for a while."

Yacang and Gong Hai were elementary school classmates. They studied piano together in the Youth Center for several years. Later, Yacang and her mother went to Sulin City. Because her father's company and business were all in Sulin, Yacang had to transfer the school there.

The two were childhood sweethearts, but unfortunately, after they separated, they contacted less and less.

Although Yacang left Raohai City, in Gong Hai's heart, Yacang was always by his side. When practicing or playing, Yacang would accompany him in some way.

As long as the piano sounded, Gong Hai closed his eyes and recalled the figure of Yacang sitting in front of the piano playing in the melody. Gong Hai could see Yacang growing up in the world of music.

For Gong Hai, Yacang never left.

Yacang seemed to like Gong Hai more, of course, it was just some childhood sweetheart relationship. For Yacang, a musically talented companion like Xiao Hai was not something that could be found in another city.

Although there were many children learning piano in Sulin, Gong Hai only went to Raohai City. After seeing the registration information for this year's Lechuan International Piano Competition, Yacang immediately decided to participate in the competition and watch Gong Hai shine on the stage.

Ding Jiajun was still worried, but seeing Yacang blinking at him, Ding Jiajun had to nod to her.

I hope the two people's sign language is saying the same thing.

Gong Hai obviously had not recovered from the uneasiness and panic just now, but was led by Yacang into the rehearsal room, and for a while he forgot why he suddenly felt uneasy.

The door of the rehearsal room opened and closed.

The sound of the piano rang.

Ding Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the sofa in the rest area not far away, sat down, took out his mobile phone and called Mu Chun.

When Mu Chun received Ding Jiajun's call, he was in the clinic, reading and worrying about the next day's qualifying match.

Mu Chun was not worried about Gong Hai, because he had applied for leave from the hospital as soon as he knew the time of the match. Mu Chun would not arrange anything else for the whole Saturday.

But now, he was a little hungry and frowning.

"Ah? Is Gong Hai okay?" Mu Chun asked.

"It should be okay. I just met a girl who mentioned Xiao Hai's father. I was worried that Xiao Hai would... Fortunately, the two children are practicing piano now." Ding Jiajun said worriedly.

"No wonder you called me. Then I'll trouble Seven to take care of Xiao Hai. I have something more troublesome here. See you at the concert hall at nine o'clock tomorrow, please."

Ding Jiajun heard that Mu Chun's voice was a little tired, and reminded him with concern: "Remember to eat, people can't be saved."

"Oh, I know, try your best." Mu Chun replied helplessly.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Chun looked at Weibo again. The news about the trumpet star He Ping's cheating and domestic violence against the mistress was overwhelming, directly covering up the hot spot caused by Liu Hua.

Although people are very sensitive to news about death, they subconsciously hope that this news will pass as soon as possible. This is an instinct evolved by humans. Although we know that life composed of more than one cell cannot be immortal, humans are almost the only living things that have discovered this.