Chapter 41 Nian Nian Looking for Grandpa

"aunt?"

Nian Nian looked at her, confused. Shi Nanxi's slightly trembling hands were reflected in her distinct black and white eyes.

He grabbed the edge of the small stool with his little hands, kicked his legs to the ground, and rubbed his butt off the bench.

Nian Nian ran to Shi Nanqi worriedly and put her hands on her right leg.

Shi Nanqi's oblivious state scared Nian Nian. He tried to stand on tiptoe with his feet less than 15 centimeters long and raised his arms high. After several failures, he finally grabbed Shi Nanqi's still trembling hand.

Nian Nian pulled her right hand, which was frozen in mid-air, into her arms and hugged it. Her tender palm patted the back of Shi Nanqi's hand, transmitting waves of warmth.

It wasn't hot, but Shi Nanqi felt it was extremely hot. This temperature was unstoppable and burned into her heart.

"Auntie, don't be afraid, Nian Nian is with you." The little guy was short, and standing next to Shi Nanqi, he was surprisingly hard to ignore. He continued to say childish words of comfort, "Nian Nian, let Jiaojiao play, Auntie, don't cry."

Shi Nanqi blinked, and a large crystal tear overflowed. His long eyelashes could not bear the weight, and finally, the tear fell.

She suddenly came to her senses and raised her left hand to wipe away her tears, but she couldn't wipe them away completely, and her tears fell even more violently.

Shi Nanqi simply didn't care. She left the piano bench, squatted down, put her long arms around Nian Nian's small back, and held the little girl tightly in her arms.

Nian Nian felt her aunt's chin buried in her shoulder.

The shoulder was so narrow that it was difficult to cover Shi Nanqi's face; but it was also so warm that Shi Nanqi's tears kept falling.

"Nian Nian," Shi Nanqi burst into tears in a very unpromising manner, "I wrote it out, wuwuwu..."

"?"

Nian Nian didn't know what she had written, but he was happy that his aunt had written it. Moreover, his aunt was still crying, so Nian Nian hugged Shi Nanxi like a warm boy.

He said, "Nian Nian knows. Auntie, you are amazing."

"Niannian..." Shi Nanqi cried even harder, to the point that she would definitely be laughed at if Shi Guilin and Shi Linzhuo saw her.

But she just wanted to cry. God knows how she'd gotten through these past few months. The feeling of not being able to write anything was the greatest punishment for her as a freelance writer.

Countless sleepless nights, she despised herself for being useless, calling herself the worst, most deplorable pianist in the world. She even admitted from the bottom of her heart that perhaps she was indeed, as some netizens said, exhausted, and just an ordinary person with good luck.

She doesn't even believe in herself, but Nian Nian believes in her.

Nian Nian said she was amazing.

Shi Nanqi sniffed, wiped her face roughly, and released Nian Nian from her confinement. Without any hesitation, she looked into Nian Nian's innocent eyes and said, "This song was born for Nian Nian."

"Nianniansheng?" The little guy tilted his head again.

"Pfft." Shi Nanqi lowered her head with a smile and hummed for a few seconds, her expression as bold as when she was eighteen years old. "Auntie will write this song and give it to Nian Nian. Just think of it as a gift, okay?"

"For Nian Nian? Okay, Nian Nian wants it." The little guy is much more sensitive to gifts and accepts it without hesitation. Everyone in the family loves giving him gifts. He's a baby with a lot of gifts.

"Hmm, for Nian Nian." Shi Nanqi's thoughts welled up, and he instantly decided on a name. "This gift is called One Thought."

"Niannian Jianjian?" Nian Nian started to hear something incoherent again.

"You're not sharp at all, you're a round grape." Shi Nanqi smiled again, "Okay, I have to seize the inspiration and strike while the iron is hot. As for you, leave it to Dad for now."

Without waiting for Nian Nian to say a word, Shi Nanqi carried Nian Nian out of the piano room, and like a lit firecracker, he exploded at the door of Shi Jianfeng's study.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Dad, are you there?"

Shi Jianfeng, who was looking at the company's new quarterly financial report, was frightened by the sound and his heart skipped a beat. He recognized it as his little daughter's voice.

“…Come in.”

Shi Nanqi came in with Nian Nian in his arms, grinning, and stood in front of the desk.

Perhaps it was because she had some inspiration, she suddenly became full of life like a withered flower, with her hair rippling in the wind. She said to Shi Jianfeng, "Dad, Nian Nian is in your hands now. Don't worry about the company all the time. Just take Nian Nian out to play for a while."

As she spoke, she carelessly placed Nian Nian on the black solid wood desk and said, "I'm going to write music. Bye!"

With a "click", the door closed.

Nian Nian sat at the desk in a daze, looking at Shi Jianfeng, and picked her feet awkwardly.

Shi Jianfeng put down the documents and snapped at the closed door: "You are such a reckless young girl."