Chapter 9 the rolling sound of wine barrels

When Gigi came home, the kitchen smelled of lamb stew and fresh bread.Shirley unloads beer in the yard, and he moves the kegs into the converted warehouse where the dances usually take place.Gigi put down her schoolbag and was about to boil water when Helen walked in from the cheese making room.The crafting room is next to the utility room next to the kitchen. "How was your day?" she asked, taking off her white silk hat.According to EU law, this hat is required when making cheese. "Shall we hurry up and practice those tunes before dinner?" Gigi thought of something else and immediately became anxious. "I'm so tired," he replied, "I've got to take a shower first."

"Okay, go ahead," said Helen, "I'll make you a cup of tea. You'll soon be familiar with the tunes, most of which you know." indeed so.Since birth, Gigi has been dealing with traditional music, and he has listened to thousands of pieces.In last week's dance class, Helen remembered a few jigs① that she wanted to teach Gigi, and a few reels that they had practiced before, and Gigi needed to practice a little more before she could play at the dance .Like most young people brought up in a traditional education, Gigi has shown an amazing talent for learning new pieces.He has been playing musical instruments since he was five years old: first the whistle, then the flute and now the violin.At about ten years old, he was taking lessons with some of the best musicians in the area.He can learn a new piece of music in five minutes and quickly recall forgotten pieces.He and his mother only needed to rehearse the dance music a few more times, but he didn't want to touch the instrument.If he had to rehearse, he'd have to tell his mother he couldn't go to the dance tomorrow, which he wasn't going to do, at least not right now.

"Come on," Helen urged, "go take a shower." Gigi ran upstairs.Medals, trophies and medals littered his room.Just a little hop on the floor and the whole house jingles.In woodworking class at school, he made an open cabinet to display these items, and there was originally a plinth to support the cabinet against the wall, but Gigi didn't finish it, and the cabinet was still on the floor, leaning against the wall. Chest of drawers.This chest of drawers is also one of Gigi's wooden works.It was as if the cabinets were waiting for some magical moment when Gigi would be free to finish it.These awards have been accumulated over the years, including awards for playing the flute and violin, as well as awards for hockey and dance competitions.By the time he left primary school, he was already unrivaled in dancing, and his teachers thought he could become the champion of Ireland.But after he entered junior high school, the teacher's prediction came true.Mike Flatley and his "Riverdance" amazed the whole country and even the whole West, but Gigi's classmates who live in Gort don't think so. They think dancing is not a cool thing, only Only fools learn it.So Gigi had to give up dancing.Of course, playing music can also feel a little silly, at least at first.However, Gigi still learned the violin and flute, went to participate in Irish traditional music competitions, and won various medals and trophies.If it wasn't for the lack of time, he would have kept winning like this.

Several games this summer have come to an end, but none of those games have given Gigi a shot.All the competitions ended very quickly, and until now people haven't figured out what important things have delayed Gigi's participation in the competition. His violin hung on the wall, a fine instrument that those who used it drool over.No matter how fast and wild the tempo is, its tone is always bright and sweet, and runs through the whole piece.Gigi's eyes lingered on it for a moment, imagining how exciting it would feel to play.Some people "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n" may say that he learned too early, music is instilled for him.But he did have musical talent, and playing brought him awards and honors.However, this is nothing compared to the excitement that music brings to his heart.His fingers itched, longing to touch the strings and bow.Gigi played the violin because she loved it, Gigi Liddy thought so, so what would Gigi Berry think?

Helen called him downstairs. He quickly replied, "I'm coming." Half his clothes were thrown on the floor, some dirty and some clean. What should a boy wear to a club?He had never been to the club and could not recall seeing anyone who had been there or returned from it.He opened the denim drawer, and inside was the best pair of trousers he used to wear to mass.But the denim looked too trendy, and he didn't want to look like a fool.So, what exactly should you wear? "Gigi," Helen called again, "stop dawdling, we don't have much time." He hurriedly started tidying up the house, first picked up the clothes one by one, pushed them into a pile with his hands, then hugged the pile of clothes into his arms and rushed down the stairs.He thought that he could wash these clothes first, and then decide which one to wear.

Helen sat by the stove and took the concertina out of its case.They often play music in this big old kitchen.In the past, it was also the place where balls were held, and Helen has shown the dancers around and introduced the stone slabs that have been worn by dancers over the years.Later, Helen came up with an idea to transform the barn into a dance hall.Her mother was still alive then, and she hadn't liked the makeover, but when she saw the results, she had to admit that the barn would be a great place to hold a dance.Gigi looked at the kitchen, and couldn't believe that it used to be able to accommodate four teams, that is, 32 people dancing at the same time.He always felt that although the kitchen was large, it was not yet able to accommodate so many people.But Helen swears that all this is true. She and her mother accompanied the ball here.

As Gigi tossed the pile of clothes into the washing machine, she heard her mother's fingers moving slowly on the organ, looking for a tune to teach him.He rummaged through three boxes to find a little leftover washing powder. It seemed that he had something else to do—clean up the utility room.Jiji set the program, started the washing machine, and ran upstairs to get the violin.He had just taken the violin off the wall when he heard a knock at the door, and then a voice from the porch. "Is there someone "more `duo good` books are all in Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w.`F v`a L .c `n"?"

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