Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

"Our baby plays the violin well and will be the best musician in the future."

“Are you a good musician?”

"Of course, mom will rely on you to enjoy her happiness from now on."

"Then I want to be a musician."

"Haha, okay, mom believes in you."

"Mother."

"Ok?"

"Can I change rooms? I don't want to live here."

Yan's mother lowered her eyes and gently rubbed her head as if to comfort her. She felt guilty and agreed to anything.

"Okay, mom will arrange it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

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During the period after the college entrance examination, the weather was like a rocket. It was extremely hot and muggy, which made people feel irritable.

Many students have had their graduation trips canceled, planning to postpone them until the weather cools down.

The basement is cool, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner, it feels like there is natural air conditioning. Yan He has always liked to stay there since he was a child.

After returning from an ensemble concert.

She stayed there every day and did nothing else except practice piano and visit school.

As usual today, I practiced the piano for 6 hours before I packed up and went upstairs.

Yan's mother was holding a plate of fruit at the stairs: "I was just about to give you something to eat."

"thanks Mom."

Yan He reached out to take it and walked towards the sofa in the living room: "You don't have to give it to me specially. I want to eat what I know how to eat."

Yan's mother followed the agreement and worked hard to be an amiable and good mother.

Especially when Yan He grows up.

As I get older, I lose my temper less and become more gentle.

"How can you eat it? You won't even eat it if I put it in your mouth."

As he said this, he walked over. He originally wanted to sit with his daughter, but saw that she was sitting on the single sofa by herself.

He turned around and sat down on the couch next to him.

Dad Yan smiled and poured her another glass of boiling water: "Your mother also feels sorry for you. How can you stand practicing for so long a day?"

Yan He raised his eyes in confusion: "This is how I practiced before."

Even if I find time to study, I will practice for three hours.

I've been here for so long, there's no reason why I should be slacking off.

The two people who originally wanted to say something paused and looked at each other.

Yan's mother secretly poked Yan's father's arm, signaling him to speak.

"Where are you planning to apply for college? Do you want to study at a key university in this city? Finance and economics are also among the best in the country."

"I'm going to apply to Huazhong Conservatory of Music."

"What do you mean?"

Yan's mother couldn't sit still for a moment: "You want to go to school so far away? Do you want to study art?"

"Ah."

Yan He saw that she looked a little strange, and the smile at the corner of her mouth sublimated subconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"Your father and I have been looking at schools these days and think it would be better to study finance or economics. You will have to take care of the family's property in the future."

"Mom, I think music is a good path for the time being. Didn't you say you wanted me to be a musician before?"

Yan He finished speaking with a smile and stood up from the sofa.

Although since that time when we were 8 years old, we have kept our agreement.

But she still subconsciously wants to avoid possible quarrels.

She could almost predict what they wanted to say.

Yan's mother brought the fruit to her, a little funny: "You are a musician now. You can just play for fun. How can you really treat it as a career?"

Yan He paused, and there was no smile on his face: "..."

After several emotional breakdowns without receiving positive and effective feedback, she gradually learned to be patient.

Just fill in the application form.

Instead of listening to their opinions, she reported herself to the Central China Conservatory of Music.

He even secured a place to study abroad under the tutelage of the famous musician Reed Koff Kalman.

Joined a management company and started a real music journey.

From now on, the sky is high and birds can fly.

Everything seemed to be moving in the direction she wanted, but she still couldn't pull out the thorn in her heart.

Self-flagellation.

Time and time again, a cut was made in my heart, healed, opened again, and healed again.

After several years of repeated self-torture, she felt that she was so rotten that she could no longer see.

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In the quiet reception room.

26-year-old Yan He, wearing a hospital-issued hospital gown, raised his eyes to look at his mother who was lost in memories.

My nose felt sore, and the fog instantly obscured all sight.

She tried to look normal and feel better.

He curled his lips and smiled softly: "How can mom do this?"

No matter how much I endure.

I still like to shed tears.

It's just that I will never be as hysterical as I was when I was a child, wanting to be comforted or hugged.

"You asked me to take it to heart, so I took it to my heart, but when I took it to my heart, you thought it was just an unimportant thing."

When she doesn’t give 100% effort, her mother feels that it’s not enough, that it’s far from enough.

When she put in her efforts, all her previous efforts were wiped out with just one sentence, leaving nothing behind.

Then over and over again, as if to deny her, he stopped the music path and returned home.

Everything can pass.

My mother is also a first-time mother. She has no experience and is prone to losing her temper. She understands.

I apologized to myself every time and never dropped anything again.

She was too busy at work to take care of her illness and fever. She didn't remember that she didn't like fish. She didn't know what kind of fruit she liked to eat, which she could understand.

But my mother forgot the promise she made to herself.

You promised to be the best musician, why did it just turn into just playing around?

Things that you could convince yourself didn't matter before have become serious.

related.

It's all related.

Yan's mother held her hands and saw her fair cheeks, red nose, and red cheeks.

He looked pitiful, as if little Yan He had cried like this before when he stood in front of him.

My eyes were filled with tears, but there was no sound at all.

very quiet.

Then he would wipe away his tears obediently.

It's really very similar.

Subconsciously I wanted to reach for a tissue.

But it was as if he was frozen by something, unable to move at all.

After a long while, he found his voice: "Baby...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Mom doesn't know that you actually have so many things hidden in your heart."