The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 2

It was night, and Yue Wenjing was lying on the small bed in his room, repeatedly thinking about today's scene.

In fact, the Guqin is not the first musical instrument she has learned, but the electronic organ.But she didn't like it.

When I was young, I didn’t know how to appreciate it. I just simply felt that learning and practicing the piano was far less interesting than playing happily with my friends outside, watching TV and reading extracurricular books at home.Moreover, the teacher is very strict, the kind of unreasonable strictness.Looking back now, she almost never heard a word of praise from the teacher. No matter how great her interest was, her enthusiasm was extinguished in the blow after blow, and as time passed, she let it go.She couldn't even remember what the teacher looked like, and when she mentioned the electronic organ teacher, only those two harsh words rang in her ears repeatedly: "Yue Wenjing, you haven't practiced the piano well, please invite your parents over!" "Yue Wen Jing, it’s time for you to pay this month’s tuition.” Later, I gradually became sensible and began to listen to piano, guitar, violin, and symphony, only to find that the electronic organ can imitate the timbre of almost all musical instruments you can name, but cannot imitate The soul of any musical instrument, even the piano most similar to it.

For four years, almost all of her spare time in the four years of elementary school was devoted to the electronic piano. Whether she was paying attention or not, the days and months spent sitting by the piano are not fake, even if she occasionally played a demonstration song during practice to steal a little laziness, Even if the whole day of practicing the piano is just a matter of casually touching the keys twice without any rules or shapes, the electronic piano still occupies a dominant position in her spare time.

However, in her previous life's home, the electronic organ ended up in a small corner of the study room. Because it hadn't been touched for a long time, it became dusty, dumb, tuned, and rusty.Now, I don't know if I can still tremble and make a sound.

It is also because of the dismal ending of her first musical instrument. From then on, whenever she wanted to learn something and went to discuss it with her mother, her mother would give her a white look and say, "What do you want to learn? Look at what you were doing at the time." Learning the electronic organ, I haven't learned anything well after four years of learning, and I have wasted so much time, what do you want to do this time?" I can only keep silent.Later, if her seriousness in Guqin had not been shown by her mother and moved her with her growing interest, and the task of studying at university was not so urgent, her mother would not have allowed her to learn Guqin like that.

During this period of time, she felt that her mother was very different from what she remembered.The mother in my impression would never have such a gentle side, although she was never strict.

Thinking about it carefully, since my father started to stay in the unit without pay to do projects outside, I seem to rarely see him throughout the year.Except for the time spent running to the construction site, her father gave her the impression that she played "business mahjong" with so-called customers almost all night.At home, I often read a book by myself in a corner of the sofa, while my mother watched TV. It was deserted, and the night passed like this.He had already fallen asleep, but he hadn't returned; he hadn't woken up when he got up for school the next day.The relationship between the father and daughter faded like this, and even though they wanted to repair it later, they still couldn't return to the intimacy they had when they were young.What makes her even more sad is that after years of hard work outside, her father's health is getting worse day by day, and he is also contaminated with bad habits, staying up late to play cards, addicted to smoking, and addicted to alcohol.In fact, in her opinion, her father's ears are soft and emotional, and he is not suitable for working outside, but working in the unit is the best.It also caused some messy "friends" and "connections" in his mouth, and the social circle was messed up, and he was made miserable by these people without realizing it.It is said that I have worked hard outside for more than ten years, and I am indeed tired, but with little effect. The most direct manifestation is in income.

In such a situation, my mother forced herself to be realistic, strong, and careful every day, and she could only glimpse the gentle, scholarly silhouette in the words she wrote occasionally.Warm glass, as warm as Xi, as transparent as glass, as tough as glass, but as fragile as glass.That's right, my mother was supposed to be Liuli held in the palm of the hand, but she was stained with too much dust that she shouldn't have to bear.She should have sat quietly in the study in the autumn afternoon, letting the sun shine on her body, reading quietly and intently, closing the book when she was tired, and warming a cup of fragrant tea.But being squeezed by the busy life, I didn't even have time to read a short prose. Finally, even the interest in reading was also worn away.

Thinking of his mother, Yue Wenjing's heart ached.Elementary school and junior high school are okay, because the school is close, she has been commuting.Although the mother and daughter didn't talk much at night, they were always accompanied by someone.In the year when she was preparing for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school, she and her classmates shared a house near the school in order to better prepare for the exam, and often had no time to go home on weekends.When I arrived at the university, although I stayed in the city, it was a bit difficult to go home once every two weeks due to the variety of professional courses I chose.Not to mention going to other provinces to study for graduate students later.She really felt sorry for her mother who stayed at home alone at night, alone, with no one to share the joy and sorrow.

Today, she can still see her mother before she put on a hard shell, and her father before she was completely unrecognizable, which is really great.

Although she had no regrets in her life, the messy family relationship in her previous life did make her very sad but helpless.Now that she has returned with the memory of her previous life, she has the responsibility to change all this.She must protect her mother who has not been forced to learn reality, and let her father stay away from those "villains" and work down-to-earth.

It's a pity that I am still too young now, and my performance on the guqin has already seemed a bit against the sky. Fortunately, I also pretended to be an "uncle wearing strange clothes in my dream".However, it seems too much for an uncle to meddle in other people's family affairs, and predicting the future is not suitable for this age. "The old man watched the sky last night..." As soon as these words came out, he was either a liar or a psychopath.

Only one step at a time.

And the most important thing I have to do now is to keep my spirits up and wait for the weekend.

(End of this chapter)