Chapter 5: . Teacher Xia

After Tang Jinyu had a piano, she woke up in the morning with more freshness.

He himself is a little bit novel about learning musical instruments, sitting

on a brand new piano bench with a pair of short legs, a little eager to try.

This piano is too expensive. He had only seen it in the window before—the

thought flashed by. The child blinked, but soon his mind was attracted by the

black and white keys in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to lightly

touch the keys. There was a slight tapping sound, and there was a crisp sound.

Chen Suling came here early, pretending to glance at her son casually.

The child sitting there only pressed for a short time, and then slowly climbed

down from the piano bench, as if he could (touch Mo) (touch Mo) and be

satisfied.

Chen Suling was a little strange, but when she watched the little guy holding

on to the wall and walking slowly to the sofa in the living room, climbing on

the sofa skillfully, and then squatting down there and opening a little

curtain to look outside, she couldn't help but shook her head and smiled

again. .

Tang Hongjun walked out while tying his cufflinks and saw her and asked,

"Xiaoyu played the piano just now?"

Chen Suling said: "I just played it."

Tang Hongjun was puzzled: "Didn't you like it yesterday? I played it today?"

He looked up at the living room. He couldn't figure it out. It stands to

reason that his kid should be keen on using the piano as a toy for two days.

Chen Suling saw that he was about to go over, and stopped and said, "Don't,

let him play for a while."

Tang Hongjun is even more strange: "What is Xiaoyu playing?"

"What else can it be, watching the children in the building go to school with

their schoolbags on their backs!"

Tang Hongjun looked guilty. He walked over and watched with his son for a

while. His work time was at nine o'clock, but he had a lot more time than

others, and he could accompany his son more freely.

It's half past seven in the morning, the most lively period in the tube

building.

People who wake up early to go to work are going out one after another. Many

young women are perming the latest popular wavy heads, and some have curly

hair. They are neatly dressed and drag their children to elementary school;

some middle and high school students have just started studying in the

morning. Riding a car to hula back a group, put the bicycle in the corridor,

and rush to the house upstairs. The staircase is full of "dongdong" footsteps.

There are some recklessness, and you must get a few curses...

Lively and very ordinary.

Tang Jinyu took a serious look, and Tang Hongjun also accompany him hiding

behind the curtains, but his gaze was secretly watching his son most of the

time.

Since the child had a fever, his body will be much better when he wakes up,

and he looks a lot more clever. Although his articulation is not clear now, he

is much better than before. And white and clean, his facial features combine

the best of him and his wife. They look exquisite and beautiful, with big eyes

like black grapes, and the eyelashes look like girls, even if they look

stupid, they are very cute.

Tang Hongjun looked satisfied, and like all stupid dads in the world, he felt

that there was no better child than his own.

Outside the window, Xia Ye in a junior high school uniform walked over, still

wearing the mask and carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder.

Tang Jinyu's eyes widened immediately, and she supported the back of the sofa

and raised her head slightly, watching the figure flash by. Only then

satisfactorily closed the curtains, looked back at her father, and patted her

belly, "Dad ~Rice~"

Tang Hongjun was amused by him. He picked up the child and put it on his

shoulders and took him to the dining table, "Xiaoyu is hungry, let's go eat!"

Chen Suling served their father and son a good porridge, and asked with a

smile, "Xiaoyu saw your brother Xia Ye again today?"

Tang Jinyu nodded, his little hand was being wiped by Tang Hongjun with a warm

towel. After he wiped it, he started to eat seriously with his powder-blue

(color) spoon.

Tang Hongjun said: "Xiaoyu sees Xia Ye every day?"

"No, after watching the other children go to school, I waited for Xia Ye, and

only had breakfast after watching." Chen Suling put a piece of steamed carrot

for her son and said softly: "Baby eat this, it's sweet. It's soft."

Tang Hongjun's attention was immediately attracted by his son.

He thinks that he can watch children eat for a day, how can he be so cute! The

little mouth that came out of the porridge looked like a little goldfish, and

the cheeks were full of (flesh). When eating carrots, two little hands were

holding it. It's cute to bite!

As he watched his son eat, he felt that he had a strong appetite, and he ate

half a bowl of porridge.

After breakfast, Tang Hongjun went to work in the design institute, while Chen

Suling changed into a woolen dress and a thick windbreaker, and went to the

company with her son.

She resigned more than three years ago and started a business in the sea. Now

she has opened a clothing company and her business is booming.

During this period of time, when her son fell ill, she had been taking care of

her personally. The company didn't take care of her. She only contacted the

secretary on the phone. Now that Tang Jinyu is well, she can take him to work

with peace of mind.

The company is located in the city, more than 20 minutes' drive away from

where they live. After Chen Suling arrived, she put her son in the office and

asked her secretary to bring some snacks to look after her. She stepped on a

pair of high heels and went busy. She hasn't come during this period of time,

the company has a backlog of many things, and it is very busy.

Tang Jinyu sat on the sofa in his mother's office and looked at it curiously.

The office is paved with mahogany floors and two sets of soft leather sofas.

He is sitting in a slightly smaller set. The sofa is half new and the besieged

city is placed in a shape. He sits in the middle with a soft carpet

underneath. It doesn't look like an office for meeting guests, but it looks

like a place set up to take care of the children, with two plush toys next to

it.

The secretary brought a small plate of fruit and pie (dry gan) over and put it

next to him, seeing that the movements were also proficient, as if he had done

it countless times. But when she saw Tang Jinyu picking up a piece of cake

(dry gan) to eat, she still screamed in surprise, and then joyfully said,

"Will Xiaoyu eat by herself?"

The kid on the sofa nodded.

The secretary laughed more happily, and praised him in a pile. When he saw

that he had eaten a whole piece and asked for water, he couldn't help but wipe

the corner of his eye with the back of his hand and said, "Hey, hey, I I'm

going to pour you some water, Sister Su Ling finally got her head."

Tang Jinyu didn't speak well, and when he took the water glass, he smiled at

the secretary's sister, (exposed) her neat little white teeth, sweetening the

secretary's heart.

Chen Suling returned to the office after a while, followed by a man with

pigtails behind her. He looked at a good-looking man in his twenties with a

handsome face like a white face. Now he is following Chen Suling and calling

her "elder sister" one by one. There was pleading in the voice.

"Sister, my dear sister, I beg you, can you do this project first? Men's

clothing is definitely the most scarce now. You don't need to go out to look

at it. Just stand by the window and take a look. What are you wearing? It’s

all the same. Just let me design that leather jacket... Sister, I promise you,

it’s an absolute hit! You let me do it this time, I swear, among the hits this

winter I contract five sets!"

Chen Suling didn't look back: "Five sets? Stop it. We only exploded three this

year. Hundreds of thousands of orders are urging these clothes. Do you want to

buy men's clothes now? There is no door, let's finish the things under the

eyelids (gan gan) first."

"The winter clothes..."

"Winter clothes and down jackets. I have already talked to Lao Zhao about that

batch of duck down. Don't you hear me?"

"How can I call it a mess? I don't want to improve it and give our company a

reputation."

"Make women's clothing first."

"What about after that?"

"From now on, the second line will make children's clothes."

"Huh? Then we men don't have a say?"

Chen Suling stuffed a pile of drawings into his hand, raised her brows and

said: "No, you go and see who buys clothes all over the street? Take care of

the big market first!"

Xiao Bailian stood there without saying a word, nor did he reach out to pick

it up.

Chen Suling stuffed the drawing to his side again, and she was amused: "Ding

Yanzhao!"

Comrade Xiaoding stood there, not daring to resist and holding back in

silence.

"Why, you are still stubborn with me, take it, this year, I will finish my

work first, and have a good year, and I will let you try it when spring

starts."

Ding Yanzhao was happy now, holding the pile of papers and smiling openly, not

at all the same as before, very enthusiastic: "Then let's talk about it,

sister, you have to lend me some people." He said, his eyes turned towards The

secretary on the small sofa didn't dare to look at each other, and blushed

first.

Tang Jinyu kept listening with her ears upright, and was stunned for a moment.

Following the gossip from the sky, she immediately raised her head to see the

secretary's sister.

There was no expression on the secretary's face, but her ears were a little

red.

Tang Jinyu's gossip radar is turned on, like watching a TV series, rubbing his

hands and looking forward!

Chen Suling said, "I'll talk about this later, and be busy with business

first."

Ding Yan summoned the boss to say such a word, and his heart was half

relieved, and he happily took the drawing and went out (gan) to work.

The office was clean, and Chen Suling was finally able to catch her breath

while sitting on the sofa holding her son.

The secretary on the side said: "Sister Su Ling, I found a few piano teachers

as you said in the morning. Most of them are sent to the teacher to learn the

piano. Few, I only found three of them." She took out the record paper and

handed it over, pointing to it and said, "A music teacher who was originally a

primary school may not be so good in piano art, but she has enough patience.

This is a specialized training organization. The price is a bit expensive, but

it plays well, and this..."

She pointed to Chen Suling one by one, but after she finished speaking, Chen

Suling raised her brows slightly and fell silent.

The secretary said: "Should I look for it again?"

Chen Suling hugged the child and patted him on the back a few times to coax

him, and sighed, "Let this music teacher try it first.

The secretary agreed, thought about it, and persuaded her in a low voice:

"Sister, not everyone is that bad. Xiaoyu will definitely never meet that kind

of person again..."

Chen Suling reluctantly smiled: "I hope."

Tang Jinyu was confused, but it was obvious that the protagonist in their

conversation was herself, as if she had been hurt before? His little head was

dizzy, and he tried hard to think about it, without any impression.

This question made Tang Jinyu curious. He looked at it carefully while there

was a mirror. There were no scars from his face to the small arms and legs,

which was really strange.

Tang Jinyu’s piano teacher surnamed Ma. She is a college student who has just

graduated. She teaches piano lessons at a central elementary school. She can

come over to teach him three days a week. For beginners, especially Tang

Jinyu, she has enough time. Up.

Because I told Teacher Ma about the child's situation before, she also

promised to come and see the students first. The time for the first visit was

Saturday night.

Chen Suling was worried. She talked with Teacher Ma for a while. Seeing that

the girl was enthusiastic and generous, she was able to teach her children.

It’s just that the time to learn piano is not a coincidence. It is the time

for the students to study in the evening. The tube building is not very

soundproof. There are running footsteps and the sound of playing football

outside. Our bicycle bells keep ringing--

Tang Jinyu couldn't sit still, and wanted to go to the window as usual.

Teacher Ma, no matter how gentle and considerate, is impatient that the

student keeps twisting (shen) his body to leave, presses him, and whispers:

"Come on, look at the score in the teacher's hand, what does this correspond

to? We just did Do you remember what I said?"

Tang Jinyu's fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't want to sit on the piano

bench at all. His heart was rarely anxious, as if some voice kept urging him

in his heart to let him leave here and go to the window to see the man. School

is over, and he is coming back with his schoolbag on his back. Today Saturday

night he can take a day off after his self-study, so he will have an extra

test paper in his hand...

Tang Jinyu was about to leave several times, but was pressed there, her body

was completely unable to exert any strength, and the heat rushed into her

eyes, with two tears in her eyes.

Teacher Ma (强qiang) sat down with the child. Before he could teach anything,

Chen Suling's face (color) changed, and she immediately got up and pulled

Teacher Ma away.

Teacher Ma was stunned, (touching Mo) and said, "What's the matter?"

Chen Suling picked up the child on the piano bench. She probably felt the

warmth of her mother. The child hugged her neck and started to cry. He

couldn't speak clearly, but she felt wronged and wanted to (fa) vent. .

Chen Suling couldn't help coaxing, and followed her eyes with red circles:

"It's okay, the baby is okay, let's not learn."

Tang Hongjun also stood up and walked over, taking a paper towel to wipe his

son's tears distressedly, "Yes, I don't learn anymore, Xiaoyu just play with

it, okay? It was originally a toy that Grandpa bought for you. Don't cry."

Teacher Ma's face (color) was not very good-looking on the side. She endured

it and said, "You said you only want your child to learn the basics. I can

understand this. It was not too harsh at first, just let him sit there for a

while. Yeah..."

Before Chen Suling spoke, Tang Hongjun on the side shook her head and

resolutely said: "I'm sorry, Teacher Ma, you don't have to refund today's

tuition. We won't learn this piano."

Teacher Ma opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but they all had

the same attitude, and there was no point in staying more, so they left with

their bags. When I walked out of the Tongzilou, I still felt that the family

was really unreliable. She had seen countless parents who spoiled their

children, and she had never seen such a spoiling!

Tang Jinyu cried for a while and stopped crying. He was a little embarrassed,

but when Tang Hongjun held him to look at the window, he still looked for a

while.

He was lucky, and when Xia Ye was over from school, they saw him walking home

with his schoolbag from a distance, and they took as many papers as he

thought.

Because I cried, I got tired quickly, and the child fell asleep soon after

washing.

A small desk lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and Tang Hongjun was

comforting his wife under the orange (color) light, but he himself raised his

brows slightly and sighed lightly from time to time.

"I don't blame you, really. Today, when I saw Teacher Ma sit down under

Xiaoyu, I felt uncomfortable." Tang Hongjun said, "Forget it, Suling, the

child can go now and eat by himself. Let’s not (Qiangqiang) ask for anything,

let him play happily. We work hard, make more money, and buy two or three

houses for Xiaoyu, so that he can eat and drink for the rest of his life..."

Chen Suling's eyes were still red, and she bit her lip and said, "What about

him?"

Tang Hongjun opened his mouth and sighed.

"I didn't plan to make my son become a talent. If he can have the present, I

will be content. I'm just afraid." Chen Suling shed tears and said softly,

"I'm afraid that when we are old, no one will take care of Xiaoyu anymore. He

came into contact with outsiders, and he didn't even know where it hurts to

shout... Hong Jun, I felt so hurt when I saw him crying today."

Tang Hongjun stretched out his hand to embrace his wife, feeling a small piece

of pajamas wet on his shoulder, and his heart was sour and uneasy.

A few years ago, the child was young. They only noticed that he and ordinary

children are much slower than ordinary children, but they still feel that

patience can let the child learn everything slowly, until they find that their

son’s legs are walking slowly and it is difficult to stand. By the time it was

too late.

They took their children to seek medical advice, and after being discouraged

again and again, the days went on.

The husband and wife were both working in the unit at that time and could not

take care of the children every day. So they hired a nanny back, but they

didn’t know that the nanny beat the children again and again because of some

trivial things, just because he couldn’t speak and couldn’t express. After

that, the nanny was bold enough to see that the host did not notice. Until one

day, the babysitter refused to be obedient because of the child's turmoil, and

even spilled food, picked him up and put him on the hot stove...

Old-fashioned small stoves that burn briquettes are not big, but they have

enough heat.

This time the nanny did not hide her past, Chen Suling called the police and

stayed with her husband in the hospital for two days and two nights.

It was also from that day afterwards that Chen Suling quit her job and went to

the sea. She insisted on starting a company. No matter how hard and tired she

was, as long as she turned her head and saw the child sleeping on the sofa not

far from her, she felt at ease.

Her child is by her side, not hungry, nor painful.

Knowing this, she is willing to make her suffer twice as much.

...

Tang Hongjun thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Or, can I find Teacher

Xia?"

Chen Suling said: "Near Wild House next door?"

Tang Hongjun nodded: "Yes, didn't Mrs. Xia also brought students before? Last

time I saw someone who came to him with a violin. If he doesn't teach piano,

let's buy another violin." He said, Yue The better I think, "Anyway, we just

let Xiaoyu get in touch with the outside slowly. It just so happens that he

also likes Xia Ye, so I asked Teacher Xia to come over. When I get familiar, I

can take it to the next door and open the outside a little bit. The door, let

Xiaoyu gradually become familiar."

Chen Suling frowned and thought for a while, then said slowly: "At most half

an hour a day, I have to follow."

"Yes, I'll go too, and then let Teacher Xia accompany Xiaoyu to talk."

Chen Suling loosened her brows a bit, and nodded: "It's okay, you can ask

people if you know better, so that Xiaoyu won't be afraid.