Chapter 457 Thoughtless


    After over an hour, Shirley finally stopped plucking the violin strings. Instead, she was on all


    fours, staring at it. Although innocent, the darkness in her eyes appeared soulless and


    thoughtless.


    Genevieve walked over. Sitting cross-legged at a spot that was not littered with dolls, she picked up the


    violin.


    Shirley looked up and gazed at her.


    With the help of her tools, Genevieve tuned one string at a time. She then plucked the string to produce


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    a crisp, pleasant note, and Shirley''s eyes widened in amazement.


    After a long while, Shirley reached out to y the instrument herself and found the tone just as


    pleasant.


    She seemed to enjoy the sound very much, as she could not seem to keep herself from ying it.


    Genevieve did not interrupt her. When the girl grew tired of it, Genevieve plucked another string which


    Shirley copied right away.


    Her face was alight with a smile at the pleasant chime.


    When Genevieve plucked several strings in sequence to y a melody, Shirley hastened to imitate her


    and yed the sequence exactly how Genevieve did.


    Initially under the impression that Shirley was slower than most children after witnessing how the child


    consumed her boiled egg in the dining room, Genevieve was amazed to see how quickly she picked up


    on the uptempo tune she yed on the violin.


    It appears that the child isn''t slow. It just depends on whether or not she finds something interesting.


    “The tone sounds a little nd if you pluck the strings with your finger,” Genevieve said gently, picking


    up the violin bow and cing the violin on her shoulder to y a brisk, jaunty rendition of Woond


    March.


    Shirley''s interest was immediately roused. She crawled up and sat cross-legged to watch the violin in


    Genevieve''s hands closely.


    Genevieve ced the violin on the ground when she was done. “If you want to y a lovely tune with


    the violin bow like I just did,” she said softly, “you need to know where every note of the scale is and


    where your fingers go on which notes.”


    Genevieve saw how Shirley''s eyes followed her moving fingers and knew that the girl was absorbing


    every word of hers.


    After showing Shirley the notes of the scale, she yed a segment slowly.


    Shirley copied her.


    Genevieve could tell that Shirley not only liked the violin, but she was also talented as well.


    Ordinary children attempting to learn the violin would have difficulty even recognizing the scales by ear.


    However, it only took one round of exining and another of demonstrating for Shirley to learn it from


    imitation alone.


    Genevieve was initially nning to teach the child in the morning and head to the productionpany


    in the afternoon, but she lost track of time upon seeing how serious Shirley was.


    It was already dark outside when Shirley mastered the way to hold a violin and y a tune with


    confidence.


    Jan rushed upstairs upon arriving home. “I''m terribly sorry, Ms. Rachford. I know I said I only needed


    you in the morning, yet you had to stay with the child until now. Did Shirley throw a tantrum at you?”


    Genevieve smiled. “No. Your daughter is pretty clever.”


    Having spent the day together, Shirley did not ignore Genevievepletely as she had in the


    beginning. After every time she yed a tune, she would look at Genevieve as if asking how she did.


    Genevieve bent down to meet the child''s eyes. “Your father''s home, Shirley. Could you show him what


    we''ve learned?”


    Shirley seemed to understand. She ran to the door with the violin earlier when she turned and saw him


    there.


    “Let me y you a song, Daddy.”


    With well-practiced movements, she ced the violin on her shoulder and yed the tune that


    Genevieve had taught her throughout the day.


    For the longest time, Jan felt as if he had been speaking to himself whenever he spoke to his daughter.


    The girl would remain silent and keep her attention on whatever had captured it at that moment rather


    than listen to him.


    It''s the first time I''ve seen my daughter smile while carrying out a conversation with me.


    Jan''s eyes were moist when Shirley finished the piece.


    He squatted down to hug his daughter. “That was lovely,” he said hoarsely. “You''re amazing, Shirley!”