Intoxicated by his own musical notes, the child came back to his senses and sighed quietly when he found that his father was the only one left in the room, "There is no one left again."
Even Daji and the others ran away.
Really...
Not sensible at all.
It looks like Daji and the others will be given ideological and moral education lessons again.
Ye Linxing, who didn't know what he was thinking, heard his words and his forehead was covered with black lines. He is such a big living person and his son's big eyes can't be seen here?
What do you mean, no one is running away again.
"Son, I need to remind you that your father is still here."
He puffed out his chest and tried to show his presence.
The child put down the accordion, came to the table, took a glass of water and drank some water, then asked with a melancholy look on his face, "Dad, can I kill someone if I play an instrument?"
Ye Linxing, "..."
Do you know what's wrong with you emotionally?
"Well, it's actually not bad. At least dad can listen."
Although I wished I could become deaf and my soul drifted out several times, he pulled me back every time.
The problem is not serious.
The child was very happy when he heard it and said, "Then let me play you another song?"
The little chubby face was full of anticipation and emotion, as if I had finally found my soulmate.
This look made Ye Linxing unable to express his rejection. Son, his son really wanted to perform for him again. As a father, he definitely couldn't let his son down.
You must protect your son's self-esteem and self-confidence.
Thinking of this, he hummed heavily, "Come on, Dad, Dad is very, very looking forward to it."
He tried to look expectant.
In fact, my heart was heavy and I wanted to go to the guillotine.
It's hard for an old father to be a man, it's really hard for him.
The child immediately ran to hang the accordion on his body. With a move of his little finger, the harsh magic sound sounded again.
Jian Yuelan and the others, who had their ears plugged and were squatting in rows at the door of the side courtyard, peered towards the main hall door, heard the sound coming again, and immediately felt as if they had eaten coptis. It was so painful.
The furry children even lay down on the ground with despairing faces, covering their ears with their paws skillfully.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The old lady looked distressed and touched each child's head one by one.
She was met with meows and whimpers, and her big eyes looked at her, with accusations written all over her face as if complaining.
The old lady was silent, "If he endures it any longer, by the time he is kicked out by the accordion teacher, his enthusiasm for music will probably be gone."
"What if there is more?"
Jian Yuelan is a troublemaker, "If I remember correctly, there are people who teach piano, cello, etc. in the Cultural Palace."
"It seems that there are also people who play cymbals and gongs and drums."
The old man and the others, "..."
It's okay if I don't say it, but I'll be even more desperate if I say it.
but--
"You bought him a piano?"
The old man glanced at her sideways, and Jian Yuelan fell silent.
This question hits the nail on the head, about buying a piano or something...
"Don't buy it."
Make a statement without any hesitation.
"I just bought these violins. They are small and easy to buy. There is no need to buy cheap ones for big things like pianos. You can't buy good ones in China."
The old man realized that it was not that he was reluctant to give up money, but that the pianos in China were too poor.
"You still want to buy a Steinway?"
Jian Yuelan became interested, "Do you still know about Steinway?"
"Looking at what you said, I also came back from studying abroad."
When talking about studying abroad, the old man felt very melancholy, "If only Da Rongzi is the only one who died in the family, your grandma and I will not be safe."
"It's a pity that Da Rongzi can't be saved either... Don't cry. Stop your tears quickly."
Before he finished speaking, the old man saw Jian Yuelan's tears falling down, and he panicked and hurried to comfort her.
The old lady coaxed her.
It's okay if she doesn't coax her, but Jian Yuelan's tears will fall even more happily if she does.
The second elder, "..."
Forget it, it’s better not to coax.
Wait for her to cry on her own, and the crying will stop naturally.
Then, the two elders and the eight furry children watched Jian Yuelan cry while accompanied by the magical sound of the accordion coming from the main hall.
Time passed minute by minute.
Finally, the demonic sound that made people want to be deafened stopped, and Jian Yuelan's tears also stopped.
It has finally stopped.
She wiped away her tears and said, somewhat broken, "Grandma, please don't mention anything sad in front of me before the baby is unloaded."
Otherwise, I won’t be able to control my emotions.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s pregnant with a baby, but her emotions are out of control right now.
Tears fell down at the slightest emotional ups and downs.
After living for so many years, she has cried more times in the past two months than in her two lifetimes combined.
"good."
The second elder nodded quickly and helped her stand up, "Let's go, let's take you to wash your face. I guess Doudou won't be able to play anymore."
It really doesn't play anymore.
Because Ye Linxing couldn't stand it anymore after enduring the two demonic songs, he decided to go straight to the topic and have a heart-to-heart talk with his son.
"Son, I don't think you are suitable for playing the accordion."
He said seriously, "Your music..."
The child suddenly looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"
He thought about it and said, "It's easy to hurt people."
It's okay to say it's life-threatening.
But this cannot be said directly, as it can easily damage a child's self-confidence.
But he didn't expect the child's mind to be unexpectedly strong. He said oh and said calmly, "The teacher said so too, so I was kicked out again and again."
Um?
What?
"You get kicked out over and over again?"
Ye Linxing, who didn't even know there was such a thing, was almost dumbfounded. Is his son so powerful?
"Sweep it."
The child started counting for him with his fingers, "I first started learning suona, but my mother said I wasn't suitable, so I changed to another instrument... and then... I probably won't be able to hold on to this accordion for a few days now."
Ye Linxing was confused when he heard this, and his expression was in a daze.
Good guy, his son is really a talent.
He thought that his fat son had only learned the accordion, but he had already learned so many musical instruments before playing the accordion.
But none of them succeeded, and he didn't know whether to be proud of this achievement or to cry bitterly.
It happened that Yue Lan and the others entered the house at this time, and he immediately asked them as if they were seeing a savior whether the matter was true or false.
After learning that the fat son was not telling lies, he was silent for a long time and held back a sentence——
"Son, since you know that you have no sense of music and are not suitable for learning musical instruments and singing, why do you still learn it?"
Isn’t this typical of making people hate you?
What evil had his teachers and classmates done to deserve such torture from him?
If he hadn't been beaten up by a group of people, it's probably because he was good-looking.
I just can't understand what a child is thinking.
Jian Yuelan and the others actually don't understand.
But this time they understood, because the child said -
"A temporary difficulty is nothing. I have to try first to know whether I can do it. Giving up without even trying is not in line with my character."
"..."
"Besides, many children are learning it, and I have to learn it too. Otherwise, when we go to school, the children and I will have no common language."
"!!!"
"This is what my mother taught me. It is important to share a common language and taste."
The three eight-haired children all looked at Jian Yuelan.
Jian Yuelan opened her mouth to explain, but the child didn't give her a chance, and her small mouth roared like a machine gun, "If we don't share a common language and have different tastes, we can't eat from the same pot, and sooner or later we have to separate."
Sooner or later, he said the four words "I have to leave" loudly and gritted his teeth.
The old man sighed, what the hell are you teaching?