Huazhi and Du Zheng were lying on the bed at night, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
"Azheng, do you think our smile is so precocious?" Hua Zhi broke the silence.
How could Du Zheng not know how precocious his daughter was? She had no interest in toys since she was a child. When she first started talking, she was taught everything she could do. Later she was able to walk. She even learned how to dance without a teacher, and her calligraphy and writing skills were amazing.
It’s written in traditional Chinese, and it’s written in an extremely upright and elegant way…
Then... today is the day. I don't know why this child lost his temper again for no reason.
"Dear, you are thinking too much. I am so shrewd and you are also a smart person. Our child's genes are very good. Besides, Xiaoxiao did this for the orphans today. It shows that the child is kind. Isn't this a good thing? Many parents can't even think of it.
Here!" Du Zheng comforted his wife.
Huazhi still felt something was wrong, "But..." But no matter how good his genes are, he can't be so smart, right? What's more, he doesn't know calligraphy and painting... Where did the genes come from?
"Okay, dear, go to sleep, I have a morning meeting tomorrow morning!" Du Zheng interrupted Huazhi's question.
The room fell into a long silence again.
That night, Huazhi had a dream. He vaguely saw a beautiful woman dancing in an antique courtyard. The moment the petals fell, he looked back and saw that those eyes were exactly the same as his daughter's.
Huazhi felt even more that her daughter had an unusual origin. In the morning, Du Zheng left home early, and Huazhi did not sleep until the servant asked her to get up as usual, but came to her daughter's room.
A guzheng and a pair of too immature hands are playing intriguing music in this small room. The desolation in the sound makes people think that this music must be written by an old man who is several decades old. However, this
But it is Huazhi's own six-year-old baby daughter.
While Huazhi was intoxicated with the beautiful sound of the piano, she was secretly surprised at how well-decorated her house was. She usually slept in and didn't even notice it. If she hadn't been uneasy and woke up early today, she wouldn't have known that her daughter's piano skills had reached such an advanced level.
The situation...
After playing the song, Huazhi couldn't help but clap with both hands. Du Xiaoxiao then realized that his young mother was at the door... She was still a little panicked, but then she thought about it, she would know sooner or later, right? She also replied
Smile.
"Mommy, you got up really early today!" Du Xiaoxiao said with a smile. But she didn't realize that it sounded really awkward!
Huazhi walked into the room, sat next to her daughter, and looked at it intently for a few times. Those big phoenix eyes were exactly the same as the ones she saw in her dream. They were just the same model.
"Xiaoxiao, can you tell mommy who taught you this piano?" Huazhi still couldn't help but ask.
Du Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts were spinning. She told this gentle and loving mother that she had forgotten to drink Meng Po soup when she was reincarnated. Don't be kidding. Although she still doesn't understand the world very well, she has been here until now.
If people don’t believe in ghosts and gods, if they do, they might end up in those places where lunatics are kept, called a mental hospital!
"Mommy, I don't know why. I just fiddled with the piano. It feels like I have known this song for a long time. Mommy, what do you think is going on?" Du Xiaoxiao opened his eyes wide and expressed a look of confusion.
Face question. Hua Zhi and Du Zheng were lying on the bed at night, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
"Azheng, do you think our smile is so precocious?" Hua Zhi broke the silence.
How could Du Zheng not know how precocious his daughter was? She had no interest in toys since she was a child. When she first started talking, she was taught everything she could do. Later she was able to walk. She even learned how to dance without a teacher, and her calligraphy and writing skills were amazing.
It’s written in traditional Chinese, and it’s written in an extremely upright and elegant way…
Then... today is the day. I don't know why this child lost his temper again for no reason.
"Dear, you are thinking too much. I am so shrewd and you are also a smart person. Our child's genes are very good. Besides, Xiaoxiao did this for the orphans today. It shows that the child is kind. Isn't this a good thing? Many parents can't even think of it.
Here!" Du Zheng comforted his wife.
Huazhi still felt something was wrong, "But..." But no matter how good his genes are, he can't be so smart, right? What's more, he doesn't know calligraphy and painting... Where did the genes come from?
"Okay, dear, go to sleep, I have a morning meeting tomorrow morning!" Du Zheng interrupted Huazhi's question.
The room fell into a long silence again.
That night, Huazhi had a dream. He vaguely saw a beautiful woman dancing in an antique courtyard. The moment the petals fell, he looked back and saw that those eyes were exactly the same as his daughter's.
Huazhi felt even more that her daughter had an unusual origin. In the morning, Du Zheng left home early, and Huazhi did not sleep until the servant asked her to get up as usual, but came to her daughter's room.
A guzheng and a pair of too immature hands are playing intriguing music in this small room. The desolation in the sound makes people think that this music must be written by an old man who is several decades old. However, this
But it is Huazhi's own six-year-old baby daughter.
While Huazhi was intoxicated with the beautiful sound of the piano, she was secretly surprised at how well-decorated her house was. She usually slept in and didn't even notice it. If she hadn't been uneasy and woke up early today, she wouldn't have known that her daughter's piano skills had reached such an advanced level.
The situation...
After playing the song, Huazhi couldn't help but clap with both hands. Du Xiaoxiao then realized that his young mother was at the door... She was still a little panicked, but then she thought about it, she would know sooner or later, right? She also replied
Smile.
"Mommy, you got up really early today!" Du Xiaoxiao said with a smile. But she didn't realize that it sounded really awkward!
Huazhi walked into the room, sat next to her daughter, and looked at it intently for a few times. Those big phoenix eyes were exactly the same as the ones she saw in her dream. They were just the same model.
"Xiaoxiao, can you tell mommy who taught you this piano?" Huazhi still couldn't help but ask.
Du Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts were spinning. She told this gentle and loving mother that she had forgotten to drink Meng Po soup when she was reincarnated. Don't be kidding. Although she still doesn't understand the world very well, she has been here until now.
If people don’t believe in ghosts and gods, if they do, they might end up in those places where lunatics are kept, called a mental hospital!
"Mommy, I don't know why. I just fiddled with the piano. It feels like I have known this song for a long time. Mommy, what do you think is going on?" Du Xiaoxiao opened his eyes wide and expressed a look of confusion.