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Chapter 339 Good Girl 30
If I could practice at home, I wouldn't bring you here!

The corner of Song Yuqing's mouth twitched slightly, thinking.

Then she looked at Bu Huan lovingly: "But you know that the neighbor's aunt has a bad temper, Xiao Huan be good, if you want to play the piano, please ask the teacher, at home... it will affect the neighbor's aunt!"

The bright look in Bu Huan's eyes dimmed little by little, and he lowered his head. He said with a little hope, "No, can't you tell the neighbor aunt? She, she will understand." Bar……"

Song Yuqing reached out and touched Bu Huan's head, but Bu Huan didn't hide.

Did you touch it this time?This was the first thought that came to Song Yuqing's mind, and she was a little happy about it!

Song Yuqing smiled and said to Bu Huan: "Not everyone in the world can accept the truth, and we can't force others to trouble you!"

Bu Huan nodded with some disappointment, and said: "Yes, when I was playing the piano in the class just now, the children next to me were crying with anger, and the teacher was also very troubled. I played the piano, maybe, maybe it was just for them. Just add trouble...then I won’t bother others, I, I just don’t want to play.”

Song Yuqing smiled, with a look of encouragement in her eyes: "Sometimes giving up is also a wise choice."

Bu Huan nodded vigorously: "It's definitely an unwise choice for Dad to give up Mom!"

Song Yuqing's face froze.

Bu Huan clenched her little fist as if she didn't see her mother's face: "Mom, don't worry! One day, I will become very good, and my father will regret it!"

Song Yuqing didn't speak.

"Even if I don't play the piano, I will still be an excellent person! If I can't become an excellent pianist, then I can become an excellent painter! Are you right, mother?" Bu Huan said to himself , and then looked up at Song Yuqing.

It was only then that she realized that her complexion was not quite right, and she called out with some doubts, "Mom?"

Song Yuqing reluctantly smiled at Bu Huan, her face turned pale: "Xiao Huan, do you really want to be a painter?"

Bu Huan smiled, showing a row of sparse white teeth, and said sweetly: "I really like drawing, so I wonder if I can develop in this field. If it is really good, maybe I will I am an excellent painter, at that time, my mother can still be proud of me!"

Song Yuqing began to wipe away tears.

Bu Huan looked at Song Yuqing blankly, wondering, "Mom, why are you crying again?"

Song Yuqing sighed, looking very sad, glanced at Bu Huan, and squeezed out a sad smile: "You, you and your father are indeed father and daughter, they both love painting so much... ..."

Bu Huan's eyes widened slightly: "Mom, you mean, Dad, he is a painter?"

Song Yuqing nodded slightly: "Your father is a very good, very good painter!"

Bu Huan didn't speak for a while, looking very distressed.

Song Yuqing showed a pale smile: "It's okay, it's no big deal if you like to draw. You are father and daughter, and he is your father. It is normal to inherit this talent from you. You like to draw, mom, mom doesn't care. against..."

"But..." Bu Huan looked at Song Yuqing hesitantly, with a bit of anxiety in his expression.

(End of this chapter)