Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 22 Rare Animals 2
The sound of the erhu stopped suddenly.

Cheng Yiming raised his head and looked at me with a slightly indifferent gaze.

A pair of eyes, black and dark, pyophos.

Cheng Yiming just likes to have a cold face and doesn't like to talk to people very much, and he calls it "deep".Bah, the so-called depth, isn't it suppressed?I'm not afraid to hold back and hold back, and become insane - but don't say it, I just like Cheng Yiming's tone.

Before he could speak, I smiled at him: "The erhu is pretty good, so you can see that you have worked hard." I said again: "It's just that the tone of "Han Palace Autumn Moon" is too sad. It tells about ancient times. Facing the bright moon in the autumn night, the palace maid expresses her mournful and mournful emotions, choked with helplessness, complains about the lonely and deserted artistic conception of life, and also reveals a strong desire for love."

Cheng Yiming was a little surprised: "You know the erhu?"

I shrugged: "A little bit."

Cheng Yiming handed me the erhu: "Play a song?"

I took over the erhu, and immediately played "The Grass Pavilion" from "The Butterfly Lovers".

The sound of the erhu sounds briskly, as if you are in the beautiful scenery of the wind and the sun, the spring is beautiful, there are various birds perched on the branches, and they make crisp chirping sounds, and the lake water is rippling with the breeze. , and then Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai met, and they both swore at the Caoqiao Pavilion...

I can play the erhu, but my grandfather forced me to learn it by pulling a cow up a tree.

Grandpa used to be an erhu player in a small county town. Later, opera declined and no one watched it. The opera troupe was forced to disband, but this did not hinder grandpa's love for erhu. Pulling it over again, "babbling", the whole person was intoxicated in it. ,

When I was young, I was very naughty, like a tomboy, climbing trees to steal fruits, going down rivers to fish for shrimps, fighting with boys, like a little black/social little big sister, and performed "Who says women are not as good as men", not only beat each other to the head Broken blood, still lying on the ground crying for father and mother.As a result, their parents were provoked, and they rushed to my door aggressively and complained to my mother.

Mom has a headache.

My mother is busy with work and has no time to discipline me, so when she saw the injustice, she stepped forward, patted her chest and said proudly: "Let me discipline this wild girl, if I don't discipline her into a lady, my surname will not be Su." .”

It is probably a man's dream to transform all women in the world into ladies, no matter if this woman is his wife, or his daughter, or his granddaughter, or his granddaughter.

When I was little, I was kept at home by my grandpa all day long, took a whip, and forced me to learn staves like tadpoles inhumanely, and even forced me to learn how to play the erhu.

I have a stubborn temper and don't learn!
Grandpa has a more stubborn temper than me. If he doesn't study, he won't give me food or sleep, and he will be punished in the living room.I was hungry and sleepy, dizzy, and my feet were weak. I had no choice but to cry and submit obediently.

Later, I learned to play the erhu, and I still played it in a decent way, very stylish, with the potential that the blue is better than the blue.Because I am smart and have a high comprehension ability. As long as I learn things with my heart, there is nothing I can't learn.

However, I never became a lady.

Who is going to be a lady?Stupid me?
The so-called ladies in Grandpa's eyes are like those rich ladies in operas.Grandpa hopes that I will be like his dream lover Lin Daiyu, who is full of poetry, advocating classic reading, holding a ropa to cover her pale lips, smiling without showing teeth, and whether she walks or not, sometimes shy and sometimes like water gentle.

Before my grandfather passed away, I still couldn't forget: "Lala, when will you become a lady?"

Why should I be a lady?

What's so good about being a lady?

The song has to be sung: "... how can a lady be greedy for new things, a lady has to face when she pursues her dreams, the image of a lady should only be glamorous, don't say tonight and forever wait for that tomorrow..."

It can be seen that being a lady is more depressing.

If you don't do it well, you will get depression.

I was pulling on the erhu when suddenly a fluffy thing rushed over from the open terrace and quickly ran to my feet.I was taken aback and let out a scream of "Ah" very uselessly.

At this time, the ball of fur made a "meow".

I fixed my eyes and saw that it was a small and thin kitten.Before I could react, Cheng Yiming beside me had already dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, rushed over with a stride, raised his foot violently, and kicked the little cat.It was too late for me to stop it, so I dropped the erhu in my hand in a hurry, squatted down quickly, and tried my best to protect the kitty.

In the chaos, Cheng Yiming kicked me hard on my arms and feet unintentionally.

I fell to the ground, still holding the kitten tightly in my hands.

Cheng Yiming probably saw someone stupid, but he had never seen someone as stupid as me.Startled for a moment, bent down, pulled me up from the ground, and flicked off the footprints on my sleeve: "Are you okay?"

The cat in my arms let out a soft "meow".

I didn't have time to answer Cheng Yiming's question, I just nodded and looked down to see if the kitten was hurt.Under the bright moonlight, I finally saw clearly that it was a yellow-white kitten with sharp claws.

"Little cat, were you kicked just now? Did it hurt?"

Cheng Yiming looked at me with a blank expression on his face, and said in a cold voice, "I didn't kick the cat, but you."

I said, "I'm fine."

The kitten in my arms blew timidly twice again at this time, the voice was breathless, weak, flattering and gentle, with soft pleading.

The little kitten was thin and weak, as if it had been hungry for many days. For some reason, its gloomy eyes touched me, and I felt a little pity.

I asked, "Are you hungry?"

The little cat "meowed" again, as if answering me.

I touched the kitten, put it down, and said softly, "You wait here, don't go away, I'll see if there's something good for you to eat."

Cheng Yiming didn't speak.

If you don't speak, you won't object.So I slipped back into the house and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and found two packs of instant tuna in it.I unpacked one of the packets, put it on a plate, and warmed it up in the microwave.Then I went up to the terrace with the plate, and the little cat didn’t leave, but stayed there. When it saw the tuna, it jumped over happily, and immediately buried itself in eating hard.

I squatted aside, watched the kitten eat patiently, and said to it softly: "Kitten, eat slowly, don't be so anxious, or you will be choked by the fishbone, it will be difficult."

I squatted there for a long time, watching the kitten eat.

Cheng Yiming watched from the side.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, held it in his mouth, and lit it.The flame on the cigarette butt was flickering, reflecting his handsome but extremely indifferent face.

Suddenly, he asked, "Do you like cats?"

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(End of this chapter)