"H-hello, I...I am here to deliver lunch to my brother. A m I...disrupting you guys?" The little girl was so frightened that she did not dare to look up. She had never been in and out of such high-end places for being a consumer. She was feeling incomparably nervous.
However, the pianist smiled gently. "Do you really like that piece just now?"
Eira nodded. "Mm-hmm."
"How do you feel after listening to it?" asked the pianist again.
Eira became a little less afraid of the pianist. The pianist seemed very gentle, so she raised her head and bravely expressed what she felt. "Well, it feels as i f a stream had gently flowed by. It's very...very moisturizing."
There were very few adjectives that the child could think of, but her description was spot on. That was because the piece that the pianist had just played was "The Dream of Snow." This piece indeed made others feel such a cheerful and soothing feeling. It truly felt a s if a stream had gently flowed past one's side.
The pianist bent over slightly and unintentionally saw the little girl's hand. "My little friend, your fingers are slender and straight. It's really very rare to see such
slender fingers like yours."
Eira immediately smiled when she heard someone praising her fingers. "Many of my classmates were very envious that my hands were very pretty."
"Mm-hmm." The pianist nodded. "Do you know what i s suitable for fingers like yours to do?"
Eira shook her head. "I don't know."
"Playing the piano. Well, also..." the pianist said.
Eira’s expression immediately became gloomy. "If it's piano, then my family certainly can't afford for me to learn."
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