"There’s no sha in having a purpose for doing things, as long as your purpose doesn’t harm anyone else," Jas Carter asked, "Do you think your purpose has hard anyone?"
Jane Sampson thought very seriously and shook her head, "I just wanted to use it to make myself a little better, I just wanted so people to pay a little more attention to ."
That was all.
All those years she had practiced alone in the piano room through the night, went on stage, delivered the most perfect performance, gave the competition her best, all just for, she had once hoped, her daddy and mommy could take pride in her and then pay a little more attention to her.
It was really just that.
Only later did she gradually realize that so people, no matter how hard she tried to please them, would not continue to be nice to her.
Jane Sampson eventually realized that in the end, it was just her being too greedy.
Because she had once had it, she longed too much to take it back after losing it.
Her last competition was internationally, standing on the awards podium with the highest trophy of the highest-level international competition in hand, the third- and second-place finishers by her side were all congratulated and accompanied by many people after receiving their trophies.
Only she was alone with the trophy, leaving the hall to hail a car back to the hotel, and then spent a lonely night alone, before heading to the airport to take the plane ho alone.
It was on that flight that she decided to leave this circle.
It was also on that plane that Jane Sampson for the first ti understood what tiredness felt like.
Tiredness is like a small stone thrown into the vast sea, never to hear an echo back.
After that competition, Jane Sampson participated in her last public welfare performance. "Half Nursery Rhy" was also the last piece she arranged, and her video was the one she didn’t allow the organizers to upload to the internet realm.
"Half Nursery Rhy" was her final Chapter of goodbye, and since then, she had sealed her piano away.
"Since there aren’t any, then why feel that your music is shaful?" This was also the second surprise for Jas Carter.
He never expected a Jane Sampson who entered the door with a particularly radiant and sweet smile to have such a lowly, almost down-to-the-dust purpose.
"It really isn’t shaful?" Jane Sampson felt as if there was a cup of soil in her heart, within which a seed, in response to Jas Carter’s words, is quietly, stealthily, wanting to break through the soil.
"It isn’t shaful," Jas Carter gave Jane Sampson a very affirmative answer and added a very gentle smile, "If there’s an opportunity, I’d really like to invite you to co with and take a stroll through the world outside."
Jas Carter looked at Jane Sampson and said, "To take you to rediscover music."
"There will be an opportunity," Ms. Little had been paying attention to Jane Sampson’s gaze; she knew that Jane Sampson was moved.
"So, about our cooperation, we can talk about it again," Jas Carter said, passing the nu to Jane Sampson, "Order sothing, see what you’d like to eat."
Jane Sampson took the nu, thanked him, flipped a page, then suddenly looked up and said, "But I haven’t touched the piano for a long, long ti."
"Don’t worry, my coback concert is still in the very beginning stages of preparation," Jas Carter thought for a mont and said, "Before the concert, I plan to release a single song first, and I want to invite you to be the female lead in the MV of this single song."
Jane Sampson was a bit astonished, then grinned, showing her teeth with a giggle, "It seems like after I t Mr. Carter, I like him even more."
"You’re a very honest girl," Ms. Little was amused by Jane Sampson, so there was a reason she picked Jane Sampson out of so many students back then.
It’s not that Jane Sampson is honest, she’s pure; you can’t see the calculation of interpersonal dealings in her eyes.
But Jane Sampson is pure, yet not a foolish girl to be deceived by anyone; in the way she interacts with others, she has her emotional intelligence.
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