For the second time, Mr. Kang heard Xia Sheng play the six million piano.

It is completely different from the last time. Last time I felt the tenderness of the growth of all things. I felt the slight trembling sound of life in the initial stage, which makes people's soul tremble and wake up, as if seeing the beauty of this world for the first time. generally.

And this time, Mr. Kang was held by the big father, and he could still feel the overwhelming sense of oppression. He even wanted to leave here quickly, but he was willing to accept the oppression.

One after another, like a sword and stern.

The farther behind, the stronger the intensity, as if to force the greatest resistance of all life, mixed with the longing of life and the pain of death, cold and crazy.

Mr. Kang began to sweat on his forehead, and he only felt that the six million... is worth buying, worth it!

At this time, the little parrot finally woke up and flew out of Mr. Kang's hat.

President Kang was still immersed in the strongest sound of being oppressed until he returned home.

However--

The big dad who listened to the sound with him was humming in the kitchen, preparing for the noon mutton hot pot, originally he wanted to eat snail noodles when he went home.

President Kang felt vomiting when he thought of the smell, so he took the little parrot and gave the couple a show--

"Teacher Little Parrot-Snail Fan -"

The little parrot shook its wings and began to vomit.

President Kang: "We can't abuse the teacher. Let's eat the snail noodles when we are not at home."

Fortunately, fortunately, besides him, there is another person who can't smell the snail powder in this family.

Mr. Kang saw that the eyes of the little parrot were full of pity for the same disease. In the future, this little guy will definitely have to experience countless snail powder baptisms.

Yue Qin thought for a while, and thought it was okay: "Then eat mutton soup pot at noon. I haven't eaten it in a long time. I have a spicy pot with your mother, and you have a clear soup pot."

As a result, lunch at noon became lamb hot pot. Mr. Kang particularly hated lamb, but he has now accepted the big dad to make him all the food except snail noodles.

And the little parrot was jumping on the shoulder of the big dad.

The biological father and son were completely unaffected by the sound of the previous piano, and they were still the same happy.

The sound of the piano still echoed in Mr. Kang's heart.

President Kang withdrew his sight, alas, this is all life, and people who have not been oppressed have no sympathy.

At this time, my mother was writing a tune, and today she was playing a tune she had thought of temporarily.

Mr. Kang only felt that the tunes played by the other party had played the kind of mania in his heart and the resistance to this world to the fullest. Although there is no blood relationship between the two of them, they can be called bosom friends!

President Kang was too embarrassed to bother the other party, so he sat quietly next to him and waited for the other party to finish writing the song.

Xia Sheng has a very strange habit. Whether she is too tired to rest, or writing music when she is happy, she likes to be in the living room instead of going to the quieter study or bedroom.

In the living room, you can smell a burst of scent from the kitchen. The rice in the rice cooker will emit a scent from the beginning of boiling, as if it was the accumulated taste of rice in the rain and the earth and sunlight.

The big father hummed softly, and didn't make the sound of humming or cutting vegetables at all.

Mr. Kang sat quietly on the small bench, looking at the woman who was serious about composing, the bruise on her face was put on a plaster to remove the bruise by her husband.

A lot of things must have happened to her today, and there must be a lot of things in his heart, but in this family, she was completely accepted.

There is a pleasant smell in the air, so comfortable that every pore of the person seems to be opened.

President Kang sat on a small stool and lay down on the coffee table. His nerves were too relaxed and he couldn't help falling asleep. Even if he was asleep, he seemed to be able to hear those sounds.

When Yue Qin came out, he saw his son lying there sleeping. He walked over and picked up his son.

The child woke up when he first picked it up. The child opened his eyes and looked at him, as if he hadn't fully woken up again: "Dad--"

"Huh? Dad is here." Yue Qin carried the child into the room.

When the child’s sleepiness came, he couldn’t stop him, and hugged his father softly: "Dad...Mom..."

The child's voice was mixed with a slight weeping sound. Yue Qin originally thought the child was crying, but when he saw it, he found that he seemed to be asleep again.

Crying while sleeping? How is this going?

Mr. Kang also slept in bed for a while, and soon woke up. He was awakened by a smell. When he woke up, he found himself in the children's room. Outside he could hear what the big dad was saying, and he was able to listen. To singing.

Mr. Kang opened the door of the children’s room and saw his mother sitting on the sofa, teaching the little parrot to sing--

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars -" she sang.

The little parrot sang along: "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..."

There is nothing wrong with a single word. A little parrot who said that he has trouble eating, not only did not make any mistakes in singing, but all of them were in tune.

"Husband, this parrot in my baby's class is the same as me. It has an absolute sound."

Mr. Kang doesn't know what absolute sense of sound is, but just listening to the word knows that it must be a kind of musical talent. Violent mothers are absolutely talented in music.

That little parrot is actually her child, and of course he has talent.

After being praised, the little parrot jumped up happily, waving its wings.

Mr. Kang was in the room, looking through the crack of the door, he tried it and sang the sentence just now--

"Twinkle, twinkle, sparkling--" But before I finished singing, I knew I was out of tune.

Yue Qin was originally watching his wife teach the little parrot to sing, and the little parrot looked happy, exactly the same as when the baby could not talk before.

Jumping happily.

Since the baby can talk, he won't be like this when he is happy.

At this moment, a voice came out of the room.

Yue Qin looked over and saw his son standing on a stool, holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, and scooped himself a bowl of lamb radish.

"Baby? Are you hungry? Dad immediately pours it into the mandarin duck pot, let's blanch the vegetables and eat."

The child put the bowl of lamb radish on the countertop, got off the stool, and walked to his children's room with the bowl.

When Yue Qin came over, the child still bowed his head, muttering without looking back, "I want to be alone for a while."

Yue Qin: "..." Stay alone with the mutton radish for a while?

The child was like an adolescent **** off, carrying a bowl of mutton and carrots into the children's room and closed the door.

Yue Qin looked back at his wife and looked at each other. Did this puberty come too soon?

At this time, the door opened again.

The child continued to pass by them with his head drooping, walked into the kitchen, and beaten a bowl of rice.

Do 4-year-olds feel this way when they get emotional? When eating lamb and radish, remember to bring a bowl of rice.

Yue Qin knocked on the door: "Baby?"

"I want to be alone for a while."

"Baby, Dad has something to tell you."

"I want to stay alone for a while, you continue to teach the little parrot to sing, don't waste his absolute sense of voice."

The child inside drank the milky mutton soup while talking.

In the next second, the child only felt that his mouth was full of spicy food, and his tongue was hot, because he couldn't spray it directly on the table in the room, he could only swallow it all at once.

A big dad’s voice came from outside: "Baby, the lamb and radish you scoop are in the spicy soup, you can't eat it spicy."

The child was so spicy that tears came out: "I can eat spicy."