Yaoyao let out a whimper.
"You are a good child, innocent and warm. I am very grateful for your love for me, which has truly warmed my heart, but after much consideration, I still cannot accept it. Today is my last lesson with you. On the first day of teaching you, I promised you that I would teach you to express the most sincere emotions through the flute. During these days, you may have experienced sweetness, melancholy, and confusion. These are things you have never experienced in your previously smooth life, but I think they are very precious."
"So now you're going to teach me about loss?"
"You're a smart kid, but the word 'lose' isn't accurate enough. Losing means you once gained something. I think what you're feeling is perhaps regret."
Yaoyao took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Master Yiqing. I understand. Before we part, I will also give you a song."
With tears in her eyes, the girl played the first piece of music she composed. When the song ended, she left without looking back.
"You are my only disciple. Your future accomplishments will definitely not be inferior to mine." Si Yiqing's unfinished words dissipated into the air.
Shen Qingmang only learned the news a few days later. Because Yaoyao had been staying in her room and refused to come out, she realized something was wrong and broke into the room. Her daughter threw herself into her arms and cried and talked to her.
"Among my senior brothers, there are really few normal people..." Shen Qingmang touched her head and sighed, "He's the one who can use feelings as a teaching material."
Yaoyao cried enough, wiped her tears, and said, "I'm not at a loss. I've learned to express my feelings through music. If I like someone again in the future, I'll be able to express my feelings accurately."
Shen Qingmang breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you think so. Bye, bye. The next one will be even better. Our Yaoyao has no shortage of people who like her."
Yaoyao burst into laughter. "Would Mother say the same thing in front of Daddy?"
"If he doesn't perform well, threaten him like this." Shen Qingmang raised his eyebrows.
Yaoyao said, "Mother, when we were little, Daddy always said you had a hard time giving birth to us, so my brother and I felt a little guilty and tried to stop arguing with you. But now I realize that Mother's arms are the warmest."
"So this is why you don't want to be close to me. I thought you didn't like me as your mother." Shen Qingmang touched her head.
"Yaoyao loves mother the most!"
The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly and enjoyed the warm moment.
A few minutes later, Cang Geng's voice suddenly appeared.
"Sister, I've destroyed the kitchen. The stove is smashed to pieces, and the yard is full of stinking weeds. I guarantee he won't be able to eat or sleep well!"
Shen Qingmang: "Huh? When did Cang Geng come out of seclusion?"
Then she heard her daughter whisper in her ear, "My daughter is so sad, but I can't bear to do it. Mother will probably forgive my brother and I for our little revenge, right? After all, Yiqing really went too far."
Shen Qingmang: "..."
Alas, there is still a long way to go in educating children.
But I won’t blame them this time. As their mother, I’ll have to clean up the mess myself.
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