The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"What are you doing?" Lin's father was cooking in the back kitchen. Hearing the news in front, he ran over and saw Lin's mother crying with her daughter in her arms.

His daughter stood there with a helpless face.

"I won't take medicine, OK?" Mother Lin took her daughter and cried, "I don't take those drugs. Don't work in that place. Come back quickly."

"My daughter, the daughter I hold in my hand, how can I go to such a place."

Mother Lin hugged her daughter and cried loudly.

If before, Lin wanwan might have said to his mother in a righteous way, "it's nothing. I eat by my own ability, but the place where I play the piano is different from the person who listens to it."

Besides, who can guarantee that the people who go to the concert are tall and have no dirty private life?

It's just a shiny appearance.

Lin Mu was stunned.

I didn't expect my daughter to say such words.

How elegant is the piano? How can I go to a place like a bar?

This is unacceptable to Lin Mu.

What made her more unacceptable was her daughter's attitude and expression.

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

This was impossible before.

"Wanwan, do you know what you were talking about just now?" Lin Mu was stunned there.

Lin wanwan's attainments in piano are all inherited from Lin's mother, who was a very famous piano player at that time, so she trained Lin wanwan from an early age.

Fortunately, Lin wanwan was even more qualified than her. At a young age, she was admitted to a well-known foreign Conservatory of music. Unfortunately, she was about to graduate, but something happened at home, and her daughter had to leave school and go home.

If you can, Lin Mu hopes Lin wanwan to finish the unfinished courses.

"Mom," Lin wanwan's voice was still soft and waxy, but it was different from the previous perseverance, "my father and I accepted this reality, and my mother also tried to accept it."

"No..." mother Lin covered her mouth and cried.

"Mom." Lin wanwan hugged her, "it's okay with me."

"My bitter daughter." Lin's mother hugged her and cried even more sadly.

"I think it's good," Lin wanwan smiled. "At least now you won't complain that dad doesn't have time to accompany us."

But mom would rather complain every day than suffer injustice.

Lin wanwan patted his mother on the back.

Go upstairs.

Lin Fu hugged his wife, "sorry, wife, it's all my fault."

"No, you are all fine." Lin's mother wiped her tears. "It's me. I haven't come out yet, and I haven't put down my identity."

"Honey, I will try my best."

At least it can't be a drag on this family.

Lin wanwan's room is very small. Maybe the bathroom of her former room is bigger than this. She closes the door and lies on the bed with her clothes closed.

What comes to mind is what happened in these two days.

I've been to a movie.

The noisy Lin wanwan has a headache.

A little irritable.

In the past, she could play the piano when she was bored. She would be fine after playing for a while, but now she has no piano.

Lin wanwan sighed.

Downstairs, Lin Fu has finished the meal and is calling her downstairs for dinner.

Lin wanwan tidied up his mood and didn't think of how to tell his parents that he might not come back to live in the future.

As a result, Lin wanwan rubbed his eyes when he opened the door and saw the person standing in the living room.

"Why are you here?"