Because of my mother, I came to China from South Korea after graduating from elementary school. Although my mother is Chinese, she rarely communicates with me in Chinese, only teaching me some characters. Therefore, my Chinese was terrible when I first arrived in China. My mother enrolled me in a one-on-one Chinese tutoring program, planning to start middle school here once my Chinese reached a normal level. My Chinese teacher was very kind and humorous, and her Korean was completely accent-free. I also learned that she had a son named Minseok, who was older than me. I vaguely remember my first day at her house. During recess, she was worried I'd be bored alone in my room, so she suggested I go to the backyard to play with Minseok, saying he was practicing singing there. Wanting to make some Chinese friends, I gladly accepted.
Stepping into the backyard, I heard soft accompaniment. Following the sound, I found two figures not far away. A little girl sat obediently on a small stool, looking up at the boy in front of her. The boy stood facing her, holding up a small microphone, and began to sing, his eyes fixed on her. Unexpectedly, the moment the boy's voice entered my ears, I got goosebumps; it was an auditory pleasure that words couldn't describe. When the music paused, I waved to Minseok, who nodded. Not wanting to disturb him, I sat down beside him, resting my chin on my hand, and watched them intently.
My gaze fell on the girl, who was listening quietly to the beautiful sound, her lips occasionally curving upwards. It was as if the sound had driven away all the dust in her heart, leaving only the radiant light emanating from her eyes. I was drawn to her bright expression; it turns out that some sounds can illuminate one's soul!
My gaze fell on the girl, who was listening quietly to the beautiful sound, her lips occasionally curving upwards. It was as if the sound had driven away all the dust in her heart, leaving only the radiant light emanating from her eyes. I was drawn to her bright expression; it turns out that some sounds can illuminate one's soul!The light in the girl's eyes ignited the flame in my heart that I wanted to become a singer. I wanted to express myself through song, to light up the stars that had dimmed because they had lost the sun, and to keep the stars shining through my songs. This feeling began to grow stronger!
When the music ended, I stood up. Okay, I forgot my Chinese introduction phrases, so I could only stammer, "Ni hao, wo si du jingxiu."
Minseok: "Hello, Do Jung-soo, you must be my mom's new student."
Having understood what I was saying, I politely replied, "I am a student of Teacher Wo Si."
At that moment, the girl looked at me with a questioning gaze upon hearing my accent. I turned to look at her, and when I met her clear, bright eyes, I nervously blurted out in Korean: "안녕, 네 이름은 뭐야? (Hello, what's your name?)"
Minseok smiled and gestured to me. I suddenly understood, awkwardly twitched the corners of my mouth, glanced at my watch and realized that class was about to start. After saying goodbye, I walked towards the building.
