"Manjing, Xiaoli, stop playing music and come and have some snacks. Come and try the cake I just baked!" While Su Xiaoli and Song Manjing were talking, Su Mu's mother brought a plate of freshly baked cakes.
The good little cake came out of the kitchen.
When she walked to the stairs, she saw Su Mu standing there, and said a little strangely: "Mumu, are you up? Why can't you come down while standing on the stairs?"
"It's nothing, I just want to take a look..." Su Mu was silent for a moment, and then said in a calm voice: "There was a sudden sound like a killing chicken downstairs just now, which made me unable to sleep."
"..."
Su Xiaoli and Song Manjing, who were standing in the living room, looked at each other.
After all, Su Xiaoli couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "The sound of killing chickens that my brother mentioned...is it the sound of me playing the violin just now??"
After hearing Su Xiaoli's words, Su Mu smiled at her and said, "Were you playing the piano just now?"
"Yeah." Su Xiaoli nodded, blushing and said sheepishly: "Brother, do you think it's hard to hear??"
"..."
It's really unpleasant to hear.
Su Mu actually felt quite angry when he got up, especially when he wanted to sleep but was woken up and had to get up.
But when he looked at Su Xiaoli's fair and tender little face, it was full of guilt and embarrassment. For some reason, when he said it, he suddenly changed his words: "It's okay... I was just joking."
Su Mu's mother knew her son's temper very well. At that moment, she almost came up with a small cake and blocked Su Mu's mouth. Fortunately, her son changed his words in time and did not say anything that made Su Mu.
Come on if Xiaoli is unhappy.
"Come on, come on, why are you standing here? Sit down and try my handiwork." Su Mu's mother breathed a sigh of relief, quickly carried the cake to the living room, placed it on the coffee table, and then said to Song Manjing with a smile.
: "Manjing, my two children will trouble you."
"Auntie, you really don't have to be so polite." Song Manjing smiled at Su Mu's mother and said: "You and my mother have been friends for so many years, and you said it's not troublesome. As long as they are willing to learn, I will
teach."
Su Mu was walking unsteadily up the stairs to the living room, but when he heard the conversation between his mother and Song Manjing, his steps suddenly stopped.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at his mother with a shocked expression: "Mom, what did you just say??"
"Mumu, why are you still standing there? Hurry down and say hello to your violin teacher." Sumu's mother sat on the sofa in the living room with a smile and waved to Sumu.
"No, Mom, what do you mean??" Su Mu looked at her with an expression of disbelief and said, "Isn't Xiaoli learning violin? Why should I learn too??"
"You kid, really, your sister has to learn the violin with her, of course you have to accompany her." Su Mu's mother smiled and said to him: "Otherwise, when school is over, you send Xiaoli to Manjing's house, and she
What are you doing learning the piano? Since you both have to go and come back together, you might as well learn it too!"
"But I'm not interested in the violin!!" Su Mu was speechless for a moment.
"Interests or not, they are all cultivated."
"Then it's a bit late for me to learn the violin now, isn't it?" Su Mu twitched the corner of his mouth and said.