By the time she said a few words to Keren in front of the door, Xiang Wanwan had taken this opportunity to jump off the roof, put on her embroidered shoes without haste, and walked to the center of the piano room to sit down.
Placed in front of her was a Yao Qin made of fine material. After calming down, she slowly began to play, pressing the strings with her bare hands, trembling and jumping, while her right hand wiped, picked, hooked, ticked, hit, picked, and broke.
, support, and the left hand cooperates with the forward movement
, Hui Fu, the strings were being played like running water, and the song "Feng Qiu Huang" was full of artistic conception. In fact, she had only practiced for about six months. Talent is something that is difficult to compare with others.
Don’t you know that people are more irritating than others?
The lady came in and Wan Wan played half of the song.
She didn't want to be disturbed, so she stood at the door and looked at her daughter with an extremely proud and self-sufficient look. Her feeling of regaining something lost cannot be described to outsiders. She only remembered that a year ago, her daughter was still a walking corpse.
At the very least, someone has to take care of everything such as eating, drinking, and eating, but now, my daughter has actually mastered a complex song called "Feng Qiu Huang Tan" with full meaning.
After watching and listening for a while, the lady's nose felt sore, she quietly turned her face away, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and felt like crying again.
Her daughter grew up without any psychological preparation.
Even if she is reluctant to give up, a mother must make plans for her daughter's future and send her off to get married in a glorious manner.
The song ends, and the lingering sound lingers.
Xiang Wanwan pressed his ten fingers on the strings to soothe the uplifting sound of the guqin.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at Madam lightly, "You are here."
"How are you today? But I said, you just drank a small bowl of porridge in the morning, don't you have an appetite?" Madam walked a few steps and found a suitable place to sit down for conversation. When she hadn't seen her daughter before, her mind was still full.
Mr. Li kept thinking that this time he must go a step further and sit together affectionately to talk about the love between mother and daughter. However, as soon as he saw Wanwan and was met by her cold and distant eyes, all his thoughts faded away.
She had never seen anyone who could stop other people's enthusiasm with just a glance. Xiang Wanwan didn't even deliberately distance herself to show indifference, but naturally used her aura to separate a clear gap.
, lying there ferociously, no matter what, you cannot cross it.
The madam smiled coquettishly, and had to change her eyes to those of pure expectancy, staring at Wanwan. In fact, no matter how she answered, it didn't matter at all. As a mother, she just wanted to talk to her daughter more.
Xiang Wanwan thought for a while, "Everything should be done in moderation. Eating more may not be beneficial."
Madam was the only one who didn't know how to get along. Xiang Wanwan also stayed with her patiently, asking and answering without talking nonsense.
The gap between modern people and ancient people is not as big as usual. There are flaws in every gesture and mouth.
What could she say?
On the premise that she doesn't want to get into trouble, she should just say less and just act like a prime minister's daughter who has "recovered from a serious illness". Otherwise, she will be involved in the resurrection of a dead body, and then there will be all kinds of things.
, the prime minister and his wife learned that she was definitely not the original
Would that daughter be so angry that she would just find some more monks, Taoist priests and wizards to take her in? After she said a few words to Keren in front of the door, Xiang Wanwan had already taken advantage of this opportunity to jump off the roof.
He put on his embroidered shoes without haste, walked to the center of the piano room and sat down.
Placed in front of her was a Yao Qin made of fine material. After calming down, she slowly began to play, pressing the strings with her bare hands, trembling and jumping, while her right hand wiped, picked, hooked, ticked, hit, picked, and broke.
, support, and the left hand cooperates with the forward movement
, Hui Fu, the strings were being played like running water, and the song "Feng Qiu Huang" was full of artistic conception. In fact, she had only practiced for about six months. Talent is something that is difficult to compare with others.
Don’t you know that people are more irritating than others?
The lady came in and Wan Wan played half of the song.
She didn't want to be disturbed, so she stood at the door and looked at her daughter with an extremely proud and self-sufficient look. Her feeling of regaining something lost cannot be described to outsiders. She only remembered that a year ago, her daughter was still a walking corpse.
At the very least, someone has to take care of everything such as eating, drinking, and eating, but now, my daughter has actually mastered a complex song called "Feng Qiu Huang Tan" with full meaning.
After watching and listening for a while, the lady's nose felt sore, she quietly turned her face away, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and felt like crying again.
Her daughter grew up without any psychological preparation.
Even if she is reluctant to give up, a mother must make plans for her daughter's future and send her off to get married in a glorious manner.
The song ends, and the lingering sound lingers.
Xiang Wanwan pressed his ten fingers on the strings to soothe the uplifting sound of the guqin.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at Madam lightly, "You are here."
"How are you today? But I said, you just drank a small bowl of porridge in the morning, don't you have an appetite?" Madam walked a few steps and found a suitable place to sit down for conversation. When she hadn't seen her daughter before, her mind was still full.
Mr. Li kept thinking that this time he must go a step further and sit together affectionately to talk about the love between mother and daughter. However, as soon as he saw Wanwan and was met by her cold and distant eyes, all his thoughts faded away.
She had never seen anyone who could stop other people's enthusiasm with just a glance. Xiang Wanwan didn't even deliberately distance herself to show indifference, but naturally used her aura to separate a clear gap.
, lying there ferociously, no matter what, you cannot cross it.
The madam smiled coquettishly, and had to change her eyes to those of pure expectancy, staring at Wanwan. In fact, no matter how she answered, it didn't matter at all. As a mother, she just wanted to talk to her daughter more.
Xiang Wanwan thought for a while, "Everything should be done in moderation. Eating more may not be beneficial."
Madam was the only one who didn't know how to get along. Xiang Wanwan also stayed with her patiently, asking and answering without talking nonsense.
The gap between modern people and ancient people is not as big as usual. There are flaws in every gesture and mouth.
What could she say?
On the premise that she doesn't want to get into trouble, she should just say less and just act like a prime minister's daughter who has "recovered from a serious illness". Otherwise, she will be involved in the resurrection of a dead body, and then there will be all kinds of things.
, when the prime minister and his wife learn that she is definitely not the original daughter, will they be angry and directly find some monks, Taoist priests and wizards to take her in?