For the second time, Mr. Kang heard Xia Sheng play the piano for the 6 million yuan.
It is completely different from the last time. The last time I felt the tenderness of the growth of all things, I felt the slight vibrato of life in the initial stage, which made people's soul tremble and wake up, as if seeing the beauty of this world for the first time. generally.
And this time, Mr. Kang was hugged by the big dad, and he could still feel the overwhelming sense of oppression. He even wanted to leave here quickly, but he was willing to accept the oppression.
One after another, like a sword sternly pressed against each other.
The further back, the stronger the strength, as if to force the greatest resistance of all life, mixed with the desire of life and the pain of death, cold and crazy.
Boss Kang's forehead started to sweat cold, he just felt that the six million... it was worth it, it was worth it!
At this time, the parrot finally woke up and flew out of Mr. Kang's hat.
Until Mr. Kang returned home, he was still immersed in the state of the strongest sound of life under oppression.
However--
The big dad who listened to the voice with him was humming a song in the kitchen, preparing the mutton hot pot for noon, and originally wanted to eat snail noodles when he came home.
Mr. Kang felt like throwing up when he thought of the smell, so he pulled the parrot and performed it for the young couple——
"Teacher Little Parrot - Snail Noodles -"
I saw the little parrot shaking its wings and starting to vomit.
Mr. Kang: "We can't abuse the teacher. Let's eat snail noodles when we're both out of the house."
Fortunately, there is another person in this family who can't smell snail powder.
Mr. Kang's eyes on the little parrot were full of pity for each other. This little guy will definitely go through countless baptisms of snail powder in the future.
Yueqin thought about it and thought it was okay: "then eat mutton soup pot at noon, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I and your mother eat spicy pot, you eat clear soup pot."
So, lunch at noon became a mutton hot pot. Mr. Kang hated mutton very much, but he has now accepted without any obstacles that the big dad will cook him all other foods except snail noodles.
And the little parrot was hopping on the shoulders of the big dad.
This biological father and son were completely unaffected by the previous piano sound, and they were still the same happiness.
The sound of the piano still reverberated in Mr. Kang's heart.
President Kang retracted his gaze, alas, this is life, and people who have never been oppressed have no resonance.
At this time, my mother was writing a piece of music, and today she was playing a piece of music that she thought of temporarily.
Mr. Kang only felt that the music played by the other party brought out the mania in his heart and his resistance to the world. Although the two of them are not related by blood, they can be called bosom friends!
President Kang was too embarrassed to disturb the other party, so he sat quietly beside him and waited for the other party to finish writing the song.
Xia Sheng has a very strange habit, whether she is too tired to rest or write songs when she is happy, she likes to be in the living room instead of going to a quieter study or bedroom.
The living room can smell the fragrance from the kitchen. The rice in the rice cooker will emit a fragrance from the beginning of boiling, as if it is the smell of rice accumulated in the rain and the soil and sunlight.
The big dad was humming softly, with absolutely no humming in tune, and chopping vegetables.
Mr. Kang sat quietly on the small bench and looked at the woman who was seriously composing the music. The bruises on her face were put on a bruise-removing plaster by her husband.
There must have been a lot of things happening to her today, and there must be a lot of things in his heart, but in this family, she was completely accepted.
The whole air was filled with a pleasant smell, so comfortable that every pore seemed to open.
Mr. Kang sat on the small stool and lay on the coffee table. Because his nerves were too relaxed, he couldn't help falling asleep. Even if he fell asleep, he seemed to be able to hear those sounds.
When Yue Qin came out, he saw his son lying there sleeping, he walked over and picked up his son.
As soon as he was picked up, the child woke up. The child opened his eyes, looked at him, and seemed to have not fully woken up: "Dad—"
"Huh? Dad is here." Yue Qin carried the child to the room.
After the child's sleepiness came, he couldn't stop it, he hugged his father softly: "Dad... Mom..."
The child's voice was mixed with a slight sob. Yueqin thought the child was crying, but at a glance, he found that he seemed to be asleep again.
Crying while sleeping? How is this going
Mr. Kang also slept in bed for a while, and woke up soon. He was woken up by a scent. When he woke up, he found himself in the children's room. Outside, he could hear what the big dad was saying, and he could also listen to him. to singing.
Mr. Kang opened the door of the children's room and saw his mother sitting on the sofa, teaching the parrot to sing——
"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars—" she sang.
The little parrot sang along with it: "Twinkle and sparkle, the sky is full of small stars..."
Not a single word is wrong, a little parrot who says he has trouble eating, not only is there nothing wrong in his singing, but he is all in tune.
"Husband, this parrot in the baby's class is just like me. It has absolute pitch."
Mr. Kang didn't know what absolute pitch was, but just by hearing the word, he knew that it must be a musical talent, and the violent mother is absolutely talented in music.
That little parrot was actually her child, and of course gifted.
After the parrot was praised, it jumped up happily and waved its wings.
Mr. Kang was in the room, looking through the crack of the door, he tried it and sang the sentence just now——
"Twinkle, twinkle, Jingjing—" But before he finished singing, he knew he was out of tune.
Yueqin was watching his wife teach the parrot to sing, and the parrot looked happy just like when the baby couldn't speak before.
Jumping happily.
Since the baby can talk, it will not be like this when he is happy.
At this moment, a voice came from the room.
Yue Qin looked over and saw his son standing on a stool, holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, scooping himself a bowl of mutton and radish.
"Baby? Are you hungry? Dad immediately poured it into the mandarin duck pot, and let's cook it."
The child put the bowl of mutton and radish on the countertop, got off the stool by himself, and walked to his children's room with the bowl in hand.
When Yue Qin came over, the child still drooped his head and mumbled without turning his head, "I want to be alone for a while."
Yueqin: "..." Staying alone with mutton and radish for a while
The child, like a pissed-off teenager, walked into the children's room with a bowl of mutton and radish, and closed the door.
Yue Qin turned around and looked at his wife, is this puberty coming too soon
And this time the door opened again.
The child continued to walk past them with his head drooping, walked to the kitchen, and made a bowl of rice.
Do 4 year olds get emotional like this? When eating mutton and radish, remember to bring a bowl of rice.
Yue Qin knocked on the door: "Baby?"
"I want to be alone for a while."
"Baby, Dad has something to tell you."
"I want to be alone for a while, you guys continue to teach the parrot to sing, don't waste his absolute pitch."
The children inside were drinking the milky white mutton soup while talking.
In the next second, the child only felt that his mouth was full of pungency, and his tongue was hot, because he couldn't spray it directly on the table in the room, he could only swallow it all at once.
The voice of a big dad came from outside: "Baby, the mutton and radish you scooped are in spicy soup, you can't eat spicy."
The child was so hot that tears came out: "I can eat spicy food."