Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

The violin was broken, and the mirror her mother bought for her was also broken.

Little Yan He didn't know why things suddenly developed like this.

But she knew that her mother was angry now and would no longer love her.

She can't go over.

He just stood there, not making any sound or asking for a hug, quietly.

But the tears were still falling down.

I don’t know how such a young girl could shed so many tears.

Even the bare feet and the floor were wet.

"Stop crying, it makes you upset."

The voice just fell.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, and then a slightly older woman appeared at the door without even having time to take off her apron.

Seeing the scene in the room, I was also stunned.

"Why did the mirror fall?"

Without any time to think about it, he hurried forward to pick up the little girl who had cried so much that she was not energetic and put her on the bed.

"You're not wearing any clothes. Don't cut your feet. They have delicate skin and tender flesh."

As soon as these words came out, Yan's mother, who was still angry, quickly turned her head and looked up and down.

After confirming that he was not injured, he turned his head again.

Then he turned around again.

Seeing her pitiful look, my anger slowly dissipated a lot.

The middle-aged woman was still mumbling: "If you have anything to say, madam, please don't frighten the young lady. It's so pitiful to cry like this."

"Mother Lin, she hasn't practiced a single piece of music well, she doesn't want to practice yet, she still cries when she can't practice well."

"Then you have a good talk with her. Miss is not free on weekends. She is either taking extra lessons or practicing piano. She is tired."

"..."

Mother Lin has worked in the Yan family for many years.

It can be considered half a family.

Knowing that she felt sorry for Yan He, Yan's mother took a deep breath and said no more.

Of course she knew her daughter was tired, but sometimes she really couldn't control her anger.

The little girl sat quietly, listening to their words, lowering her head and still wiping tears.

It made Mother Lin feel very distressed.

Carefully wiped on the wet little face: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."

"Madam, please stay away first. I'll clean this up later."

But before the peacemaker here finished, another person came back over there.

Dad Yan heard their voices as soon as he came up the stairs.

You can roughly guess what is going on without even thinking about it.

Sure enough, as soon as he passed by, he saw his daughter sitting on the bed, crying out of breath.

The ground was also a mess.

The piano had been smashed, there were cracks and scratches on the panel, and it was lying on broken glass.

You can see how hard it was when it fell.

"What are you doing to her? Why can't you say something nice to her?"

Yingqi frowned for a moment, stepped over the broken glass and walked towards the bed.

He leaned over and smiled: "Okay, don't cry anymore. Mom is bad. Dad will take you to buy some sweets, okay?"

The original anger was gradually fading.

These two sentences came out and once again pushed the original anger to another level.

"What do you mean? What does it mean to be a bad mother? If you don't care about the children and don't want to be a bad person, then please continue to be invisible and don't come over and act like a good person every time I educate her."

"Tsk, can you please stop quarreling with me every time about the child? If she can't learn, she won't learn. What's the use of forcing her?"

"Then what nonsense are you talking about? How old is the child? You said in front of her that you can't learn and stop learning? She can learn."

The two of them started to argue with each other.

He didn't care about anything else at all. In the end, he simply wanted to refute the other party's point of view.

Little Yan He nestled in Ma Lin's arms with red eyes, secretly turning his face to peek.

I called my parents a few times, but got no response.

He gently shook the big hand holding him in front of him, with a hint of pleading in his already red and swollen eyes.

In the end, the two of them really got into an argument, and it was Mother Lin who stepped forward to stop it.

Wait until the room becomes calm again.

Little Yan He was lying on the bed, staring blankly at a figure packing things.

There was a "bang, bang, ding, ding" sound.

Mother Lin noticed her gaze and turned her head, only to see the little girl lying down without any energy.

It was probably because he cried so hard that he collapsed.

"Are you sleepy, young lady? Let's brush our teeth, wash our face and go to bed?"

It's almost nine o'clock, and I have to go to school again tomorrow, Monday.

The little girl shook her head.

Suddenly he reached out and pulled down the corner of her clothes.

Nuonuo still had a strong nasal voice: "Mama Lin, did you study poorly? Your parents quarreled."

"No, of course not."

Mother Lin followed her strength and sat down on the ground: "Miss, she studies well and plays the piano well."

"But mom can't tell."

"Mom just thinks you can be better. It's not that you're not bad. You're already very good."

Xiao Yanhe knew that these were just words to comfort himself.

My parents quarreled because of me, but they have learned not to ask so many questions.

At night, she lay in bed, and the events that happened that night kept replaying in her mind.

When he heard the sound, he winced unconsciously.

I was afraid that my mother would be angry if she knew that I was not asleep, so I didn't dare to open my eyes.

Although every time her mother came back early and slept with her, she never fell asleep.

He didn't scold her either.

Mother Yan stood beside the bed, her eyes falling on her gently trembling eyelids.

Children are children, and they think they are pretending to be like them.

Thinking about it, I felt guilty again.

She really couldn't control her temper and it really scared her.

He gently opened it and lay down in it, holding the little person who suddenly held his breath in his arms.

He patted her back gently with his palms and began to hum her favorite song.

Probably because I felt that my mother was gentle again.

The small heater moved, and he leaned into her arms, crying.

But there were no tears anymore: "Mom, isn't she angry?"

Yan's mother frowned, lowered her head and kissed her on the cheek: "Mom apologizes to you. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. Can you forgive me?"

"..."

"Mom is inexperienced, and sometimes she yells at you uncontrollably. I'll correct you. This kind of thing won't happen today."

The little head in her arms poked its head out and crawled into her arms affectionately, but what she said was another thing: "Mom, I don't want you to quarrel with Dad, I will study hard."

"..."

Yan's mother paused, then lowered her head and looked at her face full of hope and fear.

I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's stop arguing. The baby is studying very well. Our quarrel is a problem between mom and dad, not yours. Do you understand?"

"......Um."