Chapter 181: Hunting and Killing the Purple Bird (3)
Maybe this was a fate that she couldn't get rid of, and she couldn't hide from it. She looked at her fourth son, very tired, very tired. He was not at all as happy as she was when she gave birth to Man Qinwen.
She finally accepted her fate, but she was unwilling to do so. She made an appointment with her husband, but went home before her husband came to pick her up.
She hugged Man Qinyi and looked extremely happy.
The husband said, "Is it a boy or a girl? Let me see."
She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? My precious daughter won't let you see it." Then she rushed to say, "I will take care of her personally and instill my piano skills into her from an early age so that she can become the best violinist in the world."
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Her husband didn't care in the first place, let alone such a result that made her so happy.
Three months after Man Qinyi was born, Master Man asked for sex, but she refused again. Although she also thought that maybe the fifth child would be a daughter, no one could guarantee that it would not be a boy. And if she continued to give birth like this,
When my daughter was born, I became old and no longer had the energy to teach piano skills.
So she made up her mind to raise Man Qinyi as her real daughter and put all her life's efforts into her.
She didn't let anyone come into contact with Man Qinyi. She had taken it with her since she was a child, and she didn't even care about her three sons.
She also felt a little guilty because she didn't fulfill the dying wish of Man's old man, and even turned the young master of Man's family into a young lady. Man's old man liked her very much, and she was very grateful. Without him, she would have wanted to go to Man's house.
It's impossible even at home.
She was just an orphan fostered in her uncle's family. Her parents died in a martial arts fight at Qin Men when she was five years old. She was an unpopular person in her uncle's family, and her aunt's snobbery made her life difficult. Her aunt even
She wanted to sell her to a brothel, but fortunately her uncle was able to control her aunt, so she had a way to survive. Her uncle's family was also a Qinmen family, but she couldn't get a good education in Qinmen studies. But because they were from a Qinmen family.
, she still has a piano, although it is not very good, but she still has it. She can study for an hour every day after housework, and in the evening she can play the piano in the small dark room on the side of the mountain. If she plays at home, her aunt
The sound of killing a pig would immediately overwhelm the sound of her piano, "It won't let anyone sleep, it's like playing cotton."
In fact, she is not bad at playing. As an aunt from the Qinmen family, it is natural to hear that she is jealous. Because as the daughter of the Qinmen family, if she plays the piano well, she has a reason to find a good husband. And the aunt's
My daughter, her cousins have no talent at all at playing the piano.
Every day when she went to the well to beat her clothes, she would listen to the sound of water dripping from the wellhead into the well, which was crisp and bright, and the sound of her clothes beating on the stones, which was deep and depressing. She listened to the sound of pines on the mountainside and the singing of cuckoos in the wild valley.
Listening to the crowing of frogs in the summer night and the barking of dogs and the crow of chickens in the distance. There were so many that they turned into beautiful notes as soon as they entered her ears. Sometimes after falling asleep, she would listen to her own heartbeat.
One night, she was playing the piano in a small dark room. The old man of the whole family was coming back from being a guest. Passing by, he heard a sonorous sound of the piano. He stopped and asked, "Did you hear the sound of the piano?"
The servant holding the lantern said no. Old Man Man, who was a bit drunk, turned his ears and slowly walked towards the small dark room.
"Now I hear it, this is it. The sound of the piano is so mellow, without a trace of noise, as pure as mountain streams or pear blossoms with dew."