Chapter 88 The Music Prodigy (2/2)

I couldn’t understand her when she got nervous like that.

I told her: “I’m waiting for a message from someone regarding the livor mortis, and it should all be OK once I get it… By the way, Miss Su, I saw your video and noticed that you can play many kinds of instruments… Drums, dulcimer, erhu, Sanxian… Any others?”

“No, I only like those four.” She smiled professionally.

I asked her whether I would be lucky enough to listen to her playing the erhu?

“Of course.” She smiled and took up her erhu, and played a tune called Race Horse.

When she played that tune that I was familiar with, I could feel its beautiful tone and I could imagine I was on the prairie. The melody was only improved by the intermittent sighs of a woman.

However, as Feng Chunsheng said - the sense of rhythm was not right.

It was only a local folk tune, but it was still fairly popular.

I could hear that some of her notes were out of tune.

Of course, she could make beautiful sounds, even though some of them were out of tune, but… how could she make such beginner mistakes?

I felt a little strange.

Well, I quickly became immersed in her rhythm and spontaneously extended my hand toward her erhu.

I just touched it.

Suddenly, the music stopped. Su Yizi stood up and pulled the erhu away from me. ”What are you doing? Why did you touch my erhu?” she shouted.

I was stunned when she shouted at me like that. Why did she get so angry when I only touched the erhu?

Well, Feng Chunsheng stood up and mediated the dispute. He pulled me aside and said sorry to her: “Sorry, Miss Su, he’s a bit of a boor. I know that you artists often have a special fondness for your instruments. Sorry for that, sorry.”

“It’s OK, but please don’t touch my instrument in the future.” Su Yizi glanced at me and said: “Please come to me when you get the information you need. I don’t feel so good today and want to continue playing. So, goodbye.”

She just sent us away.

Feng Chunsheng took my hand and dragged me out.

When we left that room, Feng Chunsheng said carefully: “What a weird woman.”

“How do you mean?” I asked him.

Feng Chunsheng said: “Can’t you feel that there was not a single qualified rhythm, despite her being such a successful musician? Furthermore… Why can’t we touch her instrument? Why did she react so violently? It is all very unusual.”

I asked him what we should do next.

He replied: “Well, we have to talk to her classmates.”

I thought it was a good idea.

Feng Chunsheng asked me: “Do you know who her classmates are?”

I laughed and teased him for not thinking more carefully. It would be very easy to get the answer, since Su Yizi was a campus star.

Feng Chunsheng was suddenly enlightened.

It took us fifteen minutes to find one of Su Yizi’s classmates — Wang Qingqing.

We asked her about Su Yizi.

Wang Qingqing seemed to be resentful about Su Yizi. She gave us a disdainful look and said: ”Why do you ask about an idiot like her?”

“An idiot?” I didn’t understand.

Then Wang Qingqing said again: “Yes, that’s Su Yizi.”

I thought she had something good to tell us, so I immediately gave her a few notes.

She was happy to get the money, and started talking about Su Yizi right away.

The reason was, Su Yizi was an overnight prodigy in the music department.

When she just came… she had poor musical sense. During a test in class, the professor shook his head after listening to her playing and said: “Coming to this music school was really the wrong choice.”

But after several years… Su Yizi changed completely. She became a big star suddenly.

It was strange. Su Yizi couldn’t make more progress due to her lack of talent, and she actually hadn’t improved in recent years… However, her music got much better.

Then Wang Qingqing said there was another strange thing about Su Yizi - she could only play the drum when she came to school, but after only a short three years, she could play the dulcimer, erhu and sanxian.

What did this mean?

It took over ten years to master the dulcimer and erhu, but, somehow, Su Yizi succeeded.

And the sanxian was also a difficult instrument to learn.

“Why do you say it’s strange?” I asked Wang Qingqing.

She said with a smile: “It is unusual because there’s something demonic about her… I think her instruments aren’t normal… It is not her playing those beautiful songs; it’s the instruments themselves.”

Then Wang Qingqing blinked and said: “Let me tell you something even weirder. A few other students tried playing on Su Yizi’s instruments… but nobody could get any sound out of them, except Su Yizi. Her instruments wouldn’t play at all. Don’t you think that’s weird?”