Completely unaware that her own destiny was about to undergo an earth-shaking change, Angela did not last long in her complacency and coursing over her little conspiracy.
"I heard that right, honey, you said that Chriss had a short story published on Marvel and was nominated for a Nebula Award for short story, and had two more scripts about to be purchased by Disney Studios… April 1 Has it been many days?" Jared looked at his wife in surprise at the table.
"I'd love to think so too, but it's clear that April 1 has indeed passed." Erin shrugged.
Jared took a deep breath, looked at the little guy who was sitting upright and was cutting his plate of food, and then looked at Jennifer who was bringing the soup, and Jennifer smiled and shrugged: "I don't know anything. I don't know, sir."
"Well, our family has a genius now, maybe we should celebrate." Dad spread his hands, and then thoughtfully: "No wonder I seemed to have an extra check exchange procedure last year that I didn't know about..."
The thick soup that the little guy had just put in his mouth almost spurted out, so he quickly lowered his head, picked up the plate two or three times, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm done eating," and then fled.
Erin didn't stop the little girl who hurried upstairs, but sighed and looked at her husband: "Our daughter has grown up."
"Growing up? Honey, she's only 11." Jared shrugged.
"Jedie, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Chris is maturing too fast, which is not good for her growth." Elena still looked at her husband.
"Don't worry, Erin, she's our daughter no matter what," Jared tapped on the plate, "she's maturing really fast, but I'm sure she knows what to do and what not to do. Yes, you should trust her too."
"Okay, I hope I'm just thinking too much." Elena shrugged with a helpless smile, then thought for a while, then looked at Jared again, and said in an uncertain tone: "Dear , maybe... we can add another brother... or sister to the little one?"
"Push!" Jared, who had just taken a sip of red wine, almost spit it out, his eyes widened after coughing a few times: "Eileen... I wonder if I..."
"No, I did say, I still want a child." Elena put her hands on her neck and said seriously: "Chris is so lonely at home, as she said, no matter how many friends there are. You can't be at home all the time. Remember the Watsons we met last Christmas, the little guy was teasing around their newborn baby, and if we want another baby, the family will be a lot more lively."
"But..." Jared frowned slightly, knowing that babies are not easy to serve, these guys are privileged, they can do whatever they want, when they want to do it, and cry if they don't like it. With Jennifer as a housekeeper and nanny, Angela still didn't give him good fruit when he was born - of course, this is none of Angela's business, even if the soul was an adult at that time, but the body would not simply follow her instructions. .
Jared stopped halfway through his words, and he looked down—under the dining table, he could feel that his wife's wishes could not be changed, and Erin looked at him with a smile on his lips, as if did not do anything.
"Well, maybe... we should do something," Jared said, raising his eyebrows.
The little girl who escaped into the room jumped on the bed, quickly wrapped herself in the quilt, and stared at the door of the room without blinking. As soon as there was a sound, she would immediately fall on the bed and pretend to be powerless. At the same time, accompanied by a few soft moans, she would always do it every time she was afraid, and her mother would soften her tone even if she knew that she was pretending.
However, unfortunately, seeing the time slowly slipping to 8 o'clock, and the door still showing no sign of opening, Angela was both happy and puzzled, how could her mother let her go so easily? Confused, she couldn't help getting out of bed and leaning against the door panel to listen outside, but there was no sound.
"I hate having to wait before going to the trial table!" The little girl muttered dissatisfiedly and went to the dressing table, looked at herself in the mirror, glanced at herself angrily, then put her face on it, and said viciously: " Well, Miss Mason, is there anything you can teach me?!"
However, to be honest, it was really stupid to do this, so Angela stared at herself for a long time and could only turn to the other side gloomily, got up and walked back and forth in the room, looking very irritable, and she soon found herself Unusually, he sat down in front of his piano with a sigh, opened the lid, took a deep breath, and raised his hands to play.
"Moonlight Sonata" flows slowly from the fingertips, and the light music reverberates in the room, making people feel as if they are in a quiet forest, walking under the bright moonlight, sometimes soft and sometimes clear, like a small stream Keep scrubbing in the heart, although it is not as good as the master, but don't have a taste.
At the end of the song, Angela sighed leisurely, and her irritable heart calmed down again. It was amazing to say that music and musical instruments, which were only learned as a last resort, have now become a good means for her to adjust her mentality. You must know that accepting rebirth is easy to accept, and the blow to being reborn as a woman is too great. This is not a YY novel. It is easy and simple to change your concept and accept a completely different body and life. That is nonsense, so from her From birth until she was two years old, she always seemed to be a little demented, which made her parents very worried, and even went to a lot of doctors. It became normal after the bachelor's personality attacked, but even so, he was still in a trance and absent-minded all day long, and he didn't concentrate on anything.
She knew that she couldn't continue like this, so she asked her parents to find a tutor for her when she turned four years old. She wanted to learn to draw. You can get back to a good level by letting people guide you to practice, and I have done something like drawing to focus my attention in my previous life.
However, she was too familiar with painting, so although the teacher was surprised by her progress and praised her as a genius, she still couldn't get herself out of the trance state. In the end, she just threw a ruthless attack, which made the child angry and demanding. Her father asked a tutor to learn music, which is her regret in her previous life. At that time, because she liked music and wanted to learn an instrument, she still couldn't even know the guitar on the day she was reborn, so now she has the opportunity to try it anyway.
This trial made her discover the benefits of rebirth. In addition to her natural affinity, she learned things very quickly. In addition to her previous life experience, she knew almost everything about music. In the past few years, she has almost everything from east to west. She can use all kinds of musical instruments, the most proficient are the elegant piano, the melodious violin and the crisp Chinese bamboo flute. Later, music has become a part of her life, which not only makes her fully identify with herself, but also cultivates her self-cultivation. For example, as long as she is upset When she is upset, she will play the "Moonlight Sonata", and when she encounters setbacks or something she can't decide, she will play the violin, and when she is sad, she will play the flute.
"Okay, go to Mom and Dad to apologize, and then let them deal with it." Angela closed the lid of the piano. Although she had made a decision, her little face was still bitter.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which shocked the little guy who had just prepared himself: "Little kid, are you in there?"
"Come in, Aunt Jennifer." Angela breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was ready to be dealt with by the demon mother, she was not yet mentally prepared.
The housekeeper appeared at the door with a small plate. On the plate were a few snacks and a glass of juice: "You're hungry, you didn't eat much at night."
When Jennifer said this, Angela also felt her stomach growling vaguely, and immediately ran over to take the plate with her eyes full of little stars, saying thank you and biting off half of the pancake in one bite. The housekeeper sat down with a smile and watched the little guy devour the snacks.
"Okay, I know what you want to say, Jennifer, I understand, I'll go and apologize to mom later." Angela licked her fingers before she could, looked at Jennifer again, and said a little embarrassedly.
"No, no, dear, I don't want to say this, you know?" Jennifer smiled and touched her little head lovingly, "Chris, I watched you grow up, compared to Mrs. Come on, I can see you from another angle, so I want to ask you, what are you afraid of?"
Angela was stunned. That's right. In fact, she really had to tell her parents clearly about what she did. It was no big deal. Anyway, she was already a "genius" when she started learning painting and piano when she was a child. So why do you keep secret and even lie to your father's signature
She scratched her head in annoyance, and soon understood the reason for this, but the question was how could this reason be said, so the little girl finally sighed and said, "I don't know, Jennifer, maybe there is something wrong. Confidence, I don't know what's going on."
"Well, if that's the case, don't think about it so much, and don't do it again, okay? Don't let everyone worry." The housekeeper said seriously.
"Yes, I know, I promise never to do this again." Angela raised her hand and swore seriously.
"That's it," Jennifer patted her head again, and suddenly said again, "But, Chris, do you really think I'm an excitable and crying woman?"
"Ah?" Angela was stunned for a second, but then she reacted. In the script of "Born in Love", this is how the housekeeper on her father's side was described. In the afternoon, she personally told Nancy that it was based on her own. Adapted from the situation at home, so...
"This... you know... Aunt Jennifer, this thing about art... there will be... exaggeration or..." the little guy explained at a loss, the housekeeper had already stood up with a smile: "Okay, little one, I know, You wrote it anyway, what you say is what you say."
Seriously, is this kidding me? Angela puffed out her cheeks and murmured a bit, and then heard Jennifer, who had already reached the door, say, "By the way, little one, don't disturb your parents tonight."
"Oh?" Angela raised her eyebrows, did she say...
"Well... they'll be busy tonight."
really!