my daughter my hometown

Chapter 405
"Aunt Zheng," said an embarrassed voice, "Cousin Wan didn't go to kindergarten, but she has a master."

Zheng Juan glanced at that person indifferently, "Master? What a weird name, he must be a private teacher. A mere private teacher is better than a professional teacher in a professional kindergarten."

She emphasized her tone: "After all, the tuition fee is 10 yuan per academic year."

The young voice sounded again, with a strange tone, "How much tuition is paid, this late cousin can't compare to her. She doesn't have to pay tuition at all."

"You don't have to pay the tuition fee if you hire a teacher?" Zheng Juan raised her eyebrows sharply, "You have to pay even if you find a nanny."

She looked at Wen Lan, "Xiao Lan'er is not talking about you. You are a big star, and you have earned a lot of money. Your parents are nostalgic for their old neighbors, and we can understand that you have been living in that dilapidated neighborhood. But you shouldn't Neglecting your daughter so much..."

cough!
The young voice coughed lightly, interrupting Zheng Juan's words.

"Aunt Zheng, in fact, my cousin's master not only doesn't charge tuition fees, but also gives her a lot of wealth."

"What?" Zheng Juan doubted her ears, "When a teacher doesn't take money and returns money, there will be such a good thing in the world?"

Hey!

"There is a problem. And the pie that fell into the hands of my cousin Wan is quite big."

"Yes... how big is it?" Zheng Juan stuttered in shock.

"Just take some of it and exchange it for cash, and you can buy the kind of kindergarten your granddaughter goes to."

"Really?" Zheng Juan couldn't believe it and almost jumped up.

A group of relatives who were about the same age as Su Wuwenlan nodded, "This is true, and it has been spread all over the Internet."

Even relatives are strangers to Su Wan.The little girl was not at all interested in the commotion over there.

At this moment, she had finished her homework, turned her head and asked Xi Qiuhua next to her softly: "Grandma, it's time to review your homework tonight, where is Qinqin?"

"Here it is." Xi Qiuhua hugged Guqin up, carefully placed it in front of his granddaughter, and helped her change a chair with a more suitable height.

Suddenly someone in the box shouted excitedly, "Look, Cousin Wan's guqin."

"Is it really the piano she usually uses?"

"It must be. I have zoomed in on the Internet, and it is exactly the same as the one in front of me."

Zheng Juan was still a little unresponsive.She couldn't help frowning: "Have you never seen the world? A mere piano is already so old, so it's worth your fuss?"

"You know what... what?" Someone almost swears.

Fortunately, he still remembered that it would be the beginning of the new year, and the box was full of relatives, so he changed the word.

The young man couldn't bear to look any longer, and continued to speak angrily. "Do you think the piano is old? What we want is its oldness. It is a priceless thousand-year-old national treasure, understand?"

"It's just an old piano. If you really take it out and exchange it for money, you can easily buy your house and car. Tell me, who hasn't seen the world?"

After the man finished speaking angrily, the other young people couldn't hold back long ago, cheering and running over to ask for a group photo.

Zheng Juan's face was hot, but she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

No one on Su Wan's side dared to touch the piano casually.The cousins ​​stood obediently by the side and carefully took pictures to watch.It seems that it is not a piano, but a piece of tofu.It shatters into pieces at the slightest touch.

After a while, someone suggested in a low voice: "At night, before the food is served, play a song for everyone to listen to."

"But I have to review my homework every night." Su Wan was not moved at all, repeating her previous homework meticulously.

Xi Qiuhua had a bright smile all over his face, and he was extremely happy in his heart.

She said hehe: "Everyone, don't worry. When she finishes practicing fingering tonight, she will play a song called Feng Qiuhuang at the end."

The crowd was surprised and delighted.

After all, it is the voice of the Millennium National Treasure, and it is not something you can hear if you want to.What's more, it is even more commendable to appreciate it at such a close distance.

"Great, don't worry about Wanwan, we can wait." They all said.

Zheng Juan hummed, and lowered her eyes, "The child is still so young, he can't even hold the piano. How can he play any tunes, most likely he just plucked the strings randomly."

Of course, she didn't dare to speak out anymore, she just muttered silently in her heart.

After a while, Su Wan finally finished her monotonous fingering practice, and began to play the tune ding ding dong dong.

"So this is Feng Qiuhuang." Someone suddenly realized.

"Ashamed, our generation has lost too many things from our ancestors. This song sounds familiar, but I didn't know its name until today."

……

"Actually, I don't understand." Finally, someone raised an objection.

"Indeed, I only hear the sound of clank and clank, which is flat and straightforward without ups and downs. Personally, I prefer the cadenced sound of guzheng or piano."

Squeak!

Huamei was tired from playing in the morning and was sleeping on Su Wan's shoulder, but this time she woke up quietly.

It suddenly flew to the dining table, jumped to the side of the guqin, tilted its head and looked curiously at the little girl's hand that plucked the string.

After listening for a while, the little bird suddenly sang with the sound of the piano.

Huamei's accompaniment immediately lifted everyone's spirits, and instantly heard the melodious sound of the piano.

Listening to the faint sound of the piano, it seems that the cool wind caresses the heart of summer, and it is like a butterfly on the delicate flower tip, and there is a kind of warmth whispered between lovers at dusk.

For a while, everyone was fascinated.

I don't know how long it took until the melody stopped and the thrush stopped, but everyone in the box was still intoxicated.It wasn't until the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the food that everyone came back to their senses one after another.

clap clap!

"Wan Wan played really well." The cousins ​​who praised before couldn't help but applaud.

And those who said they couldn't understand Guqin, or that they were not as good as Guzheng piano, blushed and lowered their heads silently.

After all, even a little bird can understand the sound of the piano, but they brazenly say that they don’t understand it, that it doesn’t sound good...

Wen Zhengyang stood up holding his wine glass as if he had never heard of it.

"It's snowing and you're hungry early. We're all a family here, so there's no need to be so vain. Now that the dishes have been served, don't wait, everyone, let's open your chopsticks while it's hot. It's fun to eat during the New Year's Eve It's business."

"Exactly." Xi Qiuhua was carefully putting away Su Wan's guqin.

She said: "It's just that Xiao Wu and Xiao Bai came here overnight to order the menu. One of them is new here, and the other has no hair on his mouth. They don't know if there are enough dishes."

"I still have a menu here. Let's take a look. You can order whatever you like. Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year must eat well."

Others responded one after another.

A toast for a while, a toast for a toast, and a meal for a meal.Even Zheng Juan was all smiles, as if the embarrassing farce just now had never happened.

Su Wu still had to drive, and his wife and daughter were also watching.He could only take a few sips with tea instead of wine with a few of his peers.

"Dad Fei..." The phone on the desk rang suddenly.

Picking it up and looking at the caller ID, Su Wu breathed a sigh of relief.He apologized and walked out of the box.

It was Mo Wenbin who called, "Happy New Year, Brother Su. You are not in Yangxin Valley, but visiting your mother-in-law's house?"

"Yeah." Su Wu smiled, "Don't tell me, Deputy Mo, you didn't have to leave your relatives on the third day of the Lunar New Year, but went to our village?"

Ugh.

Mo Wenbin's tone was a bit depressed, "I'm still in the Valley of Mental Cultivation."

(End of this chapter)