Chapter 2 — Thien Kim Has Super Bad Memory

"Tinh Mien has been practicing the piano since childhood until her fingers were red and swollen. Niem Niem sometimes doesn't even know how many keys there are on the piano." Tham Tinh Mien wiped her tears and looked at me gently. "Sister, if you don't know, it's okay." "I can guide you." She said very understandingly. But the satisfaction in his eyes was almost impossible to hide. The staff quickly pushed the piano up. The light went dark. Tham Tinh Mien sat on the piano bench, her fingertips pressing down on the first note. The whole studio immediately fell silent. Comments began to fill the screen. 【It's here, it's here! The moment of the younger sister's deification.】 【This is the true genius of the Tham family.】 【What's the use of some people knowing how to do homework? Art is a God-given talent.】 When Tham Tinh Mien reached the chorus, the camera panned towards me. Maybe the director wanted to film my shocked expression. But I really couldn't help it, I yawned. Tham Dieu's face darkened. "Tam Niem, can't you be a little more polite?" I looked at the piano and slowly spoke. "It's playing wrong." The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Tham Tinh Mien's fingers stiffened on the keyboard. Everyone looked towards me. Tham Dieu burst out laughing. "Do you know what you're saying?" "'Moonlight Boat' is a song Tinh Mien composed herself when she was five years old, won the Children's Composition Gold Award, and was praised by many teachers. Now you just have to open your mouth to say it's playing wrong. Do you feel like the whole world should revolve around you?" I was also stunned. "Is it self-composed?" Tham Tinh Mien's face turned white, tears welled up again. "Sister, Do you not like me playing this song?" "If you pay attention, I can stop playing." In the observation room, my mother also frowned, her voice unable to hide her dissatisfaction. "Nem Niem." "Your sister has been practicing the piano very hard since she was young. If you don't know, don't talk nonsense." In my mother's eyes, I will never know anything. Doesn't know how to do homework, doesn't know how to talk, doesn't know how to please others. Even the things I once wrote down, I almost forgot. But when that melody rang out, the fog in my head gradually lifted. 4I remembered the painted electronic guitar in the hallway of the orphanage. I remember when I was five years old, the headmaster squatted in front of me, patted my head and said: "Nim Niem, today there will be a very rich couple coming to see you." "Haven't you always wanted to find your mother? Play a nice song, maybe she will like you." So I put all the moons I could think of into that music. I kept playing, playing all afternoon. Play until your fingers hurt. The group played until it was dark, the moon slowly crawled up the window. I asked the principal: "Are you going to follow the moonlight here?" The principal said: "That's right." Therefore, the song was not originally called "Moonlight Boat". It's called "Mom Comes to Pick You Up". Then, the couple actually arrived. The woman heard the little girl playing the same song, her eyes turned red and she hugged it to her heart. The person she took away was not me. It was Tham Tinh Mien wearing a white dress standing in front of the piano. And right now, he is sitting in front of the camera, playing the song I wrote for his mother. In the observation room, my mother said with red eyes: "Mien Mien is only five years old and she loves me so, how can I not love her?" I tilted my head and asked suspiciously: "But it's obvious that this song was written by me, it's not called 'Moonlight Boat'." Tham Tinh Mien became confused and uneasy, nervously clutching the hem of her dress. "Sister, I don't know why you suddenly said that." "This song is very important to me." "That year, it was because you played this song that my mother decided to take you to the Tham family." This sentence reminded my mother in the observation room of the little girl in the white dress.

A long time ago, I sat in front of the piano. The little girl timidly told her: "Auntie, this is the song I wrote for you." She covered her mouth, her voice choked and trembling. "At that time, Mien Mien was only five years old." "She said she didn't have a mother so she wanted to give me this song." The comment was also heartbreaking and crazy. 【Hu hu hu, your sister is really good.】 【Is Tham Niem sick? Even the most important childhood memories of her sister want to steal.】 【Did she just do two math problems and already fly into the sky? You still dare to steal creative rights?】 【This type of person is truly disgusting. Because I don't have talent, I say other people are fake.】 Tham Dieu stood in front of the camera and warned me in a low voice. "Tham Niem, if you dare to destroy Tinh Mien's music today, I will not forgive you." I looked at him curiously. "So how do you plan to not forgive me?" Tham Dieu choked on his words. I thought seriously and then asked: "Won't you let me eat?" His face immediately turned pale. Some people at the scene couldn't help but laugh out loud. The director quickly coughed twice and brought the topic back. "If Tham Niem says Tinh Mien's piano is wrong, then how about we just let Tham Niem try it once?" Tham Dieu immediately refused: "He's never learned the piano." The director smiled very cleverly.