usenovelgroup Chapter 2 I Want to Learn Music
Chapter 2 I Want to Learn Music
Xie Anran knew nothing about the origin of the scroll, but he quickly grasped the rules recorded on it. The scroll listed a series of last wishes, and the core rule was simple: fulfilling the last wishes would grant corresponding rewards, which included various abilities, physical items, and even the ability to directly strengthen a weak body.
Having lived through the information explosion of the next thirty years, Xie Anran's ability to absorb information far exceeded that of ordinary people. In just ten minutes, she had clearly grasped the rules of the scroll and the logic of the will. The most important thing now was to carefully analyze this first will.
The first wish was clear and unambiguous: to enter a music training class and complete ninety lessons.
(A reminder: Please be mindful of cultivating a good relationship with your deskmate.)
The last wish reward: Top-notch musical talent.
Xie Anran thought to himself that this top-notch musical talent was of no use to him at the moment—given his current family background, he could live a smooth and worry-free life even without this talent. However, the "troublesome" aspect of the reel soon became apparent: to refresh the next set of wishes, one had to complete the current set of wishes first.
"This whole set of last wishes must be the regrets that a singer didn't fulfill before his death." Xie Anran stared at the titles of the last wishes, his eyes gradually clearing. "In other words, by fulfilling these last wishes related to the singer, one can inherit the 'legacy' he left behind—not only skills, but also the ability to change one's physical structure."
He knew his musical perception was mediocre, but once he received this award, his ears would become more sensitive, and his thinking would change accordingly. Following this line of thought, if he could eventually acquire a sports-related "legacy," his body would inevitably be transformed. At that point, wouldn't the problem of limited lifespan be easily solved?
"As long as I keep fulfilling my last wishes, I can live on." Xie Anran clenched her fists, and half of the huge weight in her heart finally lifted. Ten years, even if she only fulfills one set of last wishes a year, there are still ten chances. She can always get rewards related to athletes, and there is always hope to rewrite her destiny.
"There's always a way out." He breathed a sigh of relief, the despair in his eyes completely replaced by a determined will to survive.
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A day later, Xie Anran's vital signs had largely returned to normal. Xie Weimin wanted him to stay in the hospital for a few more days of observation, just to be on the safe side, but Xie Anran was unwilling to waste a single moment—every extra day he was out meant a smaller chance of survival. He pleaded and begged, repeatedly saying he felt completely relaxed and just wanted to go home. Unable to persuade his son, Xie Weimin finally had no choice but to complete the discharge procedures.
Arriving at the hospital parking lot, Xie Anran's gaze fell on the black Santana, a knowing glint in her eyes—it was indeed a "legendary car" of this era, seemingly commonplace, but actually incredibly valuable. This car cost around 150,000 yuan. Keep in mind that in those days, the average person's monthly salary was only 500 yuan; this amount was undoubtedly an astronomical sum for most families.
Just by looking at this car, Xie Anran had a rough idea of what his father's assets were—his father's public assets were definitely not small. To be able to easily afford a car like this, his liquid assets must be around a million. In the 1990s, this would definitely put him at the level of a "tycoon".
"Anran, get some rest when you get home and recharge your energy." Zhang Yun sat in the back row, gently hugging her son, and babbled on and on, "That girl Qianqian hasn't seen you for days, and she talks about you every day at home."
Xie Anran ignored it completely, his mind preoccupied with figuring out how to bring up the topic of music studies with his parents. Only after the car started moving smoothly did he raise his head and call out in a clear, crisp voice, "Mom!"
"Hmm? What's wrong, baby?" Zhang Yun immediately stopped talking, looked at her son tenderly, her eyes full of doting affection.
"I want to learn music," Xie Anran said, deliberately softening her tone and speaking in a childish voice. "I want to go to a music training class with Qianqian."
"Oh? Studying music?" Zhang Yun looked slightly embarrassed and subconsciously looked up at her husband in the driver's seat, her eyes full of questions.
Xie Weimin was focused on turning and didn't respond immediately. Only after the car was safely straight did he look at his son through the rearview mirror, his tone gentle but tinged with doubt: "Anran, why do you suddenly want to learn music? Didn't you used to be uninterested in these things?"
"I want to be with Xixi." Xie Anran had already planned his escape route and directly used this as a "shield." Xixi was his childhood sweetheart, living right across from his house. The two had been inseparable since birth, like inseparable childhood friends, and his parents had never refused any requests from him related to Xixi.
Xie Weimin fell into deep thought again, then gave Zhang Yun a look through the rearview mirror. Zhang Yun understood instantly, gently hugged Xie Anran, and patiently persuaded, "Anran, be good. Even if we don't go to music class, we can still play with Qianqian every day, okay? You're just recovered, don't overwork yourself."
"No, I want to go with Qianqian!" Xie Anran simply adopted the act of a child throwing a tantrum, puffing out his cheeks and speaking firmly. He knew perfectly well that reasoning with a seven-year-old was futile. The simplest way to achieve his goal was to act spoiled and whine—that was the way he was behaving at his age.
Moreover, he can't act too unusually right now. As long as he can successfully enter the music class and demonstrate top musical talent, he can gradually reveal his uniqueness later. His parents will only see it as a "genius's little quirk," and any other requests later will be perfectly reasonable. Right now, achieving his goal in a childlike way is the safest approach.
Xie Weimin and Zhang Yun tried to persuade Xie Anran to give up, but they couldn't resist their son's persistent pleading and refusal to budge. In the end, they had no choice but to give in, turn the car around, and drive towards the Youth Palace.
That place was not only where Xixi studied music, but also the largest music training base in Jiangcheng. It was said to have a collaboration with Jiangcheng TV, and outstanding students would even have the opportunity to perform on television. However, Xie Anran didn't care about any of that—he came here only to fulfill his last wish; everything else was secondary.
"Sister Xiaoli!" The car slowly stopped in the parking lot of the Youth Palace. Zhang Yun led Xie Anran out of the car and saw the beautiful young woman waiting at the door from afar. She waved with a smile.
Xie Anran followed her mother's gaze, her expression pausing slightly, a subtle unease rising in her heart. The woman was Liu Xiaoli, Zhang Yun's best friend, and also Qianqian's mother.
"So beautiful? And she looks strangely familiar. Did I see her in a past life?" Xie Anran muttered to herself, but on the surface, she still pretended to be well-behaved and sensible, and greeted her in a clear voice, "Hello, Auntie."
"Oh my, Anran is such a good boy!" Liu Xiaoli immediately squatted down, hugged Xie Anran tightly, and kissed him on the cheek, her tone incredibly affectionate.
Xie Anran stiffened, suppressing the urge to push her away, inwardly thinking: This Aunt Liu has no sense of boundaries. Does she think that just because she's pretty, she can kiss other people's children? But given that he was a seven-year-old child, he could only obediently endure it, still wearing a well-behaved smile on his face.
"Is the child feeling better?" Liu Xiaoli asked Zhang Yun with concern after greeting Xie Anran.
"Yes, he's stabilized, but we'll have to take extra care of him from now on." Zhang Yun hesitated for a moment, then gestured for Xie Weimin to keep an eye on their son. She then pulled Liu Xiaoli aside, lowered her voice, and explained the doctor's instructions and Xie Anran's physical condition in detail.
A few minutes later, Liu Xiaoli returned with Zhang Yun, her eyes filled with barely concealed sympathy as she looked at Xie Anran. Xie Anran lowered his head, pretending not to notice the strange gaze—his only goal now was to enroll in a music class and fulfill his last wish; everything else was irrelevant.
"Yunyun, don't worry." Liu Xiaoli composed herself and comforted Zhang Yun with a smile, "The atmosphere in the training class is great, and with Qianqian watching over Anran, I'll also keep a close eye on him and make sure he's well taken care of."
"Well... thank you so much, Xiaoli." Zhang Yun's face was full of gratitude, and her tone was full of guilt. After all, Xie Anran's current physical condition meant that it would be a considerable burden for anyone to take care of her, and Liu Xiaoli's willingness to agree was undoubtedly taking on a significant risk.
"Why are you being so polite with me?" Liu Xiaoli smiled and waved her hand, reaching out to take Xie Anran's small hand. "Come on, Anran, let's go register first. It's not long since school started, so we can still catch up with the basic courses and study with Qianqian."
"Xiaoli, if you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, just let me know." Xie Weimin stepped forward at this moment, his tone becoming more serious. "Those old bastards in the An family are really despicable. Don't let you and Qianqian suffer any injustice."
Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli smiled faintly, said nothing more, and simply took Xie Anran's hand and walked towards the Youth Palace.
Xie Anran glanced at Xie Weimin curiously, a hint of doubt rising in his mind—the old man from the An family? Who was he? But it was fleeting, and he quickly dismissed the thought. The adults' grudges and entanglements had absolutely nothing to do with him, someone busy trying to prolong his life. Right now, the most important thing was to quickly enroll in a music class and begin his first mission to fulfill his dying wish.