The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 1 Freshmen
In a trance, there was a rampant itching on the left cheek.Yue Wenjing raised his hand reflexively to scratch, but was stopped abruptly by a force that came from nowhere, gentle but firm.

There seemed to be someone whispering something in her ear, she tried to distinguish carefully, but failed in the end.Then, a warm plush object gently rubbed against the affected area of ​​the left cheek.The itching didn't stop immediately, but it gradually subsided.

She was really sleepy, but she didn't struggle and fell asleep again.

Looking at her daughter's hideous face covered with dark red scabs, Wen Li felt so sad that she was on the verge of tears.

It was all because of her negligence that she forgot to test for allergies first when taking her daughter to inject antibiotics, which made the girl's originally beautiful and smooth face into the pitted and embarrassing appearance it is now.

After the accident, all the mirrors at home were put away, for fear that my daughter would be frightened.

However, her youngest daughter, who was only three years old, offered to see what she looked like yesterday, but the adults didn't persuade her, so they had to hand her a small mirror.The daughter took a look, her mouth was flattened, her face was crying, and then she said something that was unexpected to all of them: "It's so ugly, it's like a rice crust."

After a short shock, the adults realized that she was unconsciously taking care of their feelings, and recalled the suffering she had suffered in the past few days, and felt a little more distressed.

Sensitively aware that the mood of the adults has dropped a lot in an instant, the girl doesn't care about being sad for herself, but instead comforts them.

Wen Li didn't understand, her daughter was so young and so sensible, how could she have to suffer like this?

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the sleeping little daughter's hand was about to grab her face.

Is it itching to grow new flesh?

He hurriedly held her wrist, coaxed her softly, and at the same time took the hot towel that was prepared in the washbasin next to her and rubbed it gently little by little, tirelessly.It wasn't until she felt that her daughter's struggle was gradually weakening, and she fell asleep again because of sleepiness, that she stopped her hand movements.

Sighing deeply, I only wanted to make my daughter get better soon.

Putting her daughter's hand away and tucking in the quilt, Wen Li leaned over and kissed her daughter's scarred forehead lightly, then turned and walked out of the room.

It was midnight when I woke up again.

Looking at the room in front of her, Yue Wenjing was stunned—it wasn't the one she was familiar with, but it wasn't unfamiliar either.

In her sophomore year of high school, she and her parents moved to the new home where she lives now, and when she was very young, the original home underwent a complete renovation.What she sees now is exactly what the original home looked like before the renovation.

Yue Wenjing supported his body, sat up slowly little by little, and then half leaned against the head of the bed.

Looking down at the pair of small hands that were much smaller than in memory, he was silent for a long time, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, she muffled a laugh.

This should be considered rebirth, right?

Recalling the force that stopped her before, and the tingling on her face when she was unconscious, she gently placed her hand on her cheek.What I touched was not the tender and smooth skin that should have been at this age, but rough and hard blood scabs.

Maybe I went back to the year when I was allergic to drugs?

In my memory, apart from what my parents told me accidentally, when she was very young, she experienced a facial skin ulcer caused by a drug allergy, and there seemed to be no other serious and large-scale damage on her face.

The details of the experimental accident that led to her death in her previous life can no longer bear to be recalled.

Although she was still very curious about why the person whom she had cut off contact with her many years ago would suddenly ask her to meet, but now that things were going on, it was pointless to entangle.I just hope he won't be too surprised when he hears the news of his death.Also, her parents... That's all, these have nothing to do with her.

Generally speaking, apart from the accidental death that was implicated innocently, she seemed to have no regrets in her life.Although some things are realized after hindsight, they are finally won.

Now that I have a chance to do it all over again, I can avoid some detours and get in touch with some people who met each other in advance. Although it inevitably smells like cheating, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

guqin.As I recited these two words silently in my heart, there seemed to be a slight throbbing spreading from the apex of my heart to my whole body.

Before high school, Yue Wenjing really didn't feel much about traditional culture.At that time, she even disdained some students in her class who loved classical literature, and she always felt that they were a little pretentious and innocent.

But in high school, especially after the sophomore year, everything changed.

It seems that the blood of being a descendant of Yanhuang has been awakened-every word that she used to disdain hits her heart with a resounding sound; every sentence of music that she once ignored lingers in her soul and goes deep into her blood.

She began to integrate into the period after period of history, and learned to look at them from the perspective of the people at that time. Those obscure words immediately became vivid, and those characters who seemed to be far away from the horizon suddenly became vivid.She can feel those complex and indescribable emotions, anger and worries, will be subdued by the boundless wisdom, and even feel the pride of being a descendant of Yan and Huang in her bones.

Perhaps it is because of the similar blood, after the age of copying what others said, I discovered that the historical relics that have been accumulated for thousands of years are closer to my soul.

There is a sacred and inviolable pure land in everyone's heart, and a bright moon that can only be used to look up at.The two are undoubtedly the same, that is Guqin.

Once, she thought that Guqin could only be a luxury that she could never get close to.Therefore, when she really owned a piano of her own, touched the strings with her own hands, and played the first note, the unbelievable joy mixed with trembling must be an experience she will never forget in her entire life .

She especially likes to play the violin on her knees. Although her hands are greatly restricted by this position, the vibrating body of the violin on her knees arouses a tremor of the soul from the outside to the inside. She is fascinated.

If possible, she hopes to spend as much time as possible with Guqin in her life.

Therefore, in this period when the Internet is not well developed, how to get in touch with this field that people around her have never set foot in as soon as possible has become the first thing she needs to think about.

Seeing the scabs on her daughter's face fall off little by little, and the traces of wound healing gradually disappearing, Wen Li's mood also improved day by day.

The only thing that troubled her was that her youngest daughter seemed to be lethargic a lot recently, as if she didn't get enough sleep every day.

Often she has finished washing and went out to work, and her daughter was still asleep. It was not until noon when Yue Lu came home from get off work to cook that the little guy came out of the room slowly rubbing his eyes, and called "Dad" sweetly.

My parents haven't retired yet, and Yue Lu's parents left early.Fortunately, his job is still relatively idle, and the youngest daughter has always gone to work with her father.Until I fell ill a while ago, I asked for leave and took care of her at home all day.

Now the little guy sleeps almost all day long, and in the first day or two, Yue Lu went to work with her in his arms while she was sleeping soundly.Later, I found that the little lazy cat fell asleep everywhere, so I simply let her sleep in the dark at home alone, so as not to worry about waking up on the road.

When he got home that day, Yue Lu saw that his daughter, who should have been comatose for a hundred years, was standing on the chair of the desk by the window, messing with something, so he leaned over to take a look.The daughter is drawing on the paper with a pencil and a ruler in a decent manner. It seems to be...a musical instrument?Maybe it's because he is ignorant, he really doesn't know what it is, but looking at the seven lines running across the object, he thinks it should be a musical instrument.

"What are you drawing?" Seeing that the youngest daughter was painting so intently that she didn't even notice that she was back, Yue Lu immediately felt a little unhappy, so she couldn't help asking.

"Father!" Putting aside the pen in his hand, Yue Wenjing stood up from the stool, turned around and threw himself on him. "The little guy has a conscience." His self-esteem as a father was immediately satisfied, and he stretched out his hand to catch his daughter without hesitation while cursing.

Where Yue Lu couldn't see, Yue Wenjing silently glanced at the ceiling.Sure enough, I'm not a child anymore, I can't do things like rolling around like a baby, I can't do it, I have goosebumps all over my body...

After acting like a baby, Yue Wenjing turned around and pointed to the drawing that he had worked hard all morning: "This is a Guqin, also called a lyre. It has seven strings and thirteen emblems. From right to left on the surface of the piano are forehead, Yueshan, etc. , Neck, Neck..." Listening to a bunch of nouns he had never heard of from his daughter, although Yue Lu was puzzled, he did not interrupt his daughter.When his daughter seemed a little tired of talking, he said, "Young girl is amazing! These dads don't know! Can you tell dad who told you this?"

"There is an uncle who wears strange clothes, he always plays the piano for me, and he told me these things." Yue Wenjing smiled so hard that his eyes rolled.

"That's it, then when did you see him? Why didn't dad ever see him?" There was a cold light in his slightly squinted eyes, Yue Lv still smiled slightly, and asked warmly.

"Every time I fall asleep, he will come to me. By the way, he said something to me the day before yesterday, um, I... solitary... Tao... is 'My way is not lonely'! "Hearing this, Yue Lv was slightly taken aback.

Yue asked Jing Yipin, with an aggrieved expression on his small face: "But uncle didn't come to see me yesterday, and he never taught me to play the piano. Dad, I want to play the piano too. Can you let uncle teach me? I will definitely Be obedient and practice the piano well!" As she spoke, tears fell down.Yue Lu quickly coaxed him, but he thought in his heart that he must talk to his wife about it.In his opinion, a three-year-old child knows how to lie. If his daughter said so, it must be a real dream.No wonder my daughter sleeps so long a day during this period.

That night, after Wen Li put her daughter to sleep and returned to her room, Yue Lu told her in detail what happened this morning, and showed her the picture drawn by her daughter.She was shocked for a while, and when she calmed down, there was still some disbelief in her eyes.They absolutely did not believe that their daughter would lie, and indeed no one in the family knew about it, so she had no way of knowing it. After thinking about it, she could only believe that it was the "uncle" who appeared in her daughter's dream.After discussing for a while, the two decided to ask the colleagues around them to see if they understood anything.

Thinking of her daughter's wrinkled little face, Yue Lv's heart ached, and she felt that no matter what, she had to ask her daughter where she could find a teacher who taught "Guqin".And Wen Li also loved her daughter very much because of her suffering a while ago, so there was nothing she couldn't agree to right now.

The next day, the two went to the office early and asked almost all their colleagues during the break.There is really a family with a child learning the piano, so I asked her to ask.What surprised her was that the "Guqin" instrument really existed, and it was exactly the same as what her daughter described.The piano teacher did know a teacher Cen Xi who taught guqin in the university, and he seemed to be quite famous. Hearing that someone wanted to learn the piano, he told Wen Li the contact information.

After getting the teacher's contact information, Wen Li didn't hesitate, and immediately called and told the teacher that her youngest daughter, who was less than four years old, wanted to learn piano.The other party said that he had never taught such a young student, and almost never brought one who had no musical foundation, but he was willing to see this child, so the two made an appointment to take Yue Wenjing to the teacher's piano hall this weekend.

When I got home, I saw my youngest daughter sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV without blinking, her expression was a little numb, obviously... huh?daze?It was so cute that her heart melted.So he walked to the sofa and unceremoniously pinched his daughter's chubby face.

"Huh? Mom is back!" The little girl jumped for joy when she came back to her senses, hugged her neck and rubbed her face affectionately.

"Ninny." After playing around for a while, Wen Li suddenly said seriously, "Do you really want to learn Guqin?"

Yue Wenjing also put away his smiling face immediately, and nodded solemnly.It should have been funny for the little person to show such an expression, but Wen Li didn't continue to tease her daughter as usual, because she could see the seriousness in her daughter's eyes.

"And will continue to study hard, and won't take it as a burden?" My daughter is still so young, even if she is in an interest class, it is too young.It's not that she is afraid that her daughter will waste time and energy by giving up halfway and not get the return she expected. What she is more afraid of is that when her interest is wiped out and becomes a burden, it will leave a psychological shadow in her heart that may be indelible throughout her life.From then on, she will inevitably have a little worry when facing things and even people she likes, thus missing the best time.

In fact, she also finds it very strange that her daughter is clearly far from the age where she can take on all the possibilities of her promise, and even most children at this age have at most only a vague idea of ​​what their parents say.But meeting her daughter's eyes, looking at the serious and firm gaze, she chose to ask this question.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Yue Wenjing's eyes, so fast that Wen Li didn't notice it.

"Mom, I want to learn the piano, and I will keep on learning." The first promise made by this immature voice surprised Wen Li and Yue Lv, who had just stepped into the house after returning from get off work. resoundingly.

"Okay. We will take you to meet a teacher this weekend, but whether he can teach you or not is not up to us. It depends on you. If you really like it, just fight for a chance for yourself." Wen Li touched Touching her daughter's soft hair, she finally smiled.

The three of them seemed to be smiling happily, but each had their own concerns.

(End of this chapter)