"How old are you, why are you still playing with remote control airplanes?" Su Mu's mother rolled her eyes at him and said: "Can you get into a good junior high school, a good high school, or a good university by playing with remote control airplanes?"
Can playing with remote control airplanes cultivate one’s sentiments?”
"..." Su Mu looked at his mother, was silent for a moment, and then said in a muffled voice: "But that's a limited edition for the tenth anniversary."
"Then... if that doesn't work, my mother will give you a remote control plane when it's your birthday. What a big deal." Su Mu's mother saw the disappointment in her son's eyes and couldn't bear it, so she had to agree.
"Then this violin... seems to be very expensive, right?" Su Mu lowered his head and glanced at the violin in his hand. These instruments, even for beginners, are not that cheap.
"Well, it's okay, it's okay. Anyway, you're buying one, get one free, so what..."
When Su Mu's mother heard what her son said, she quickly waved her hand. However, halfway through the words, she realized that she had slipped her words.
Buy one get one free??
After hearing this, Su Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at his mother.
"Well...um...this matter is settled. Starting from next Monday, you two will go to sister Manjing's house to learn violin every day after school, and you must continue to go during the winter vacation. Do you understand?" Su Mu's mother
He turned his head somewhat uncomfortably and changed the subject.
"Okay!" Su Xiaoli agreed excitedly.
Su Mu still had that bad face.
On the Monday after Xiaoli's birthday, Su Mu took her to Song Manjing's house to learn violin as scheduled.
It's just that when they first started learning violin, it was always boring. The two of them had no foundation before, so they could only start practicing from the most basic postures and techniques, playing various practice scores every day, from bass to treble, from
From high to low, it's dull and boring, and sounds no different from sawing wood.
Su Xiaoli felt that this kind of practice was boring, but seeing that Su Mu didn't say anything, she could only bite the bullet and continue practicing.
After practicing like this for two years, the two of them gradually became able to play some less difficult pieces.
In the blink of an eye, Su Xiaoli was in fourth grade and Su Mu was in second grade.
Since entering the second grade of junior high school, Su Mu has grown much taller. Originally, Su Xiaoli could barely reach his shoulders, but now she can only reach his chest.
Su Xiaoli felt very depressed. Now she had to raise her head when talking to her brother every day, which made her neck super sore, except - every morning.
"Brother, brother, get up!!"
Su Xiaoli's clear and cheerful voice spread all the way from outside the room to the inside. While cheering, she threw herself directly onto Su Mu's bed, pressed herself on the quilt, and shouted loudly to Su Mu who was sleeping.
Su Mu opened his eyes drowsily, looked at Su Xiaoli who had finished washing, pulled his quilt and turned over, and said in a vague voice: "Let me sleep for a while."
"Brother, don't sleep. You'll be late again!" Su Xiaoli lay on the quilt, pulling Su Mu's quilt with his little hands and said, "Didn't we agree on a new semester and a new atmosphere? Why are you still following this?
It’s like summer vacation, I sleep in all the time.”
"..." Su Mu was helpless by her nagging, so he had to poke his head out from under the quilt and looked at her with a frown.
