Sheet music 12
Tang Xi was always very afraid of communicating with her mother.
In her stereotypical image of the family, the father is the one who resolves conflicts, while the mother is the one who causes them.
Whenever she upset her mother and the bad mood between them intensified, her father would speak out to stop them immediately.
"Xixi, don't make your mom angry. If she does, she'll scold you non-stop, and dad won't be able to save you."
As long as her expression relaxed a little, her father would generously give her a stack of red banknotes.
My God, other parents of other children would never admit their mistakes, let alone be so generous to their children when there are problems in the parent-child relationship?
Even if the parents are wrong, if the child dares to point it out, then the child is absolutely wrong.
Young Tang Xi compared his father with the parents of his friends, and naturally gained the envy of his friends. He naturally concluded that his father was the most open-minded parent in the world, and that his mother was a woman who was very difficult to deal with, had an extremely bad temper and did not like to listen to reason.
Even though, in her short memory of more than a decade, her mother had never acted unreasonably, she had never received a logical response.
My father only uses emotions to resolve everything.
What about her? Isn't she also dealing with problems through emotions?
Qiao Tian and Song Xingchui were right.
She should have tried to communicate with her mother instead of saying it was absolutely not possible without doing anything.
In Tang Xi's eyes, the expression of 'not understanding' was clearly written on her mother's face. However, even so, she managed to hold it in for a long time and could only utter a bland sentence that was not even a question.
She asked herself, if the identities of mother and daughter were reversed, she would probably be a hundred times more angry than her mother. Yin and Yang are definitely necessary.
"Tang Xi, how could I have a daughter as stupid as you? You were the one who said you didn't want grandma to come back, and now you want her to come back. Are you sick?"
She might actually be sick.
Seeing that she didn't answer, her mother lowered her legs, which were covered by her white dress, and her bare feet made a squeaking sound when they landed on the wooden floor. She quickly walked to her and asked again with a frown,
"Tang Xi, are you crazy?"
Tang Xi suddenly realized that her fear was unnecessary. Her mother would never hit her, nor would she be unreasonable and make excuses to force her to agree.
As for her sarcasm, Tang Xi felt that they, mother and daughter, were just the same.
She couldn't say she had let go of the "hatred", but on the issue of her grandmother, she was willing to reach a temporary reconciliation with her mother.
"I'm not crazy, and I don't think grandma is crazy either." As she gave this answer, her frown relaxed.
The mother's eyes were sharp and her tone was firm: "Of course she is not crazy."
She looked up at her mother and asked a question she probably already knew the answer to: "If you knew she wasn't crazy, why did you keep her in the asylum?"
Tang Xi suddenly realized that her mother could clearly stand on the moral high ground and accuse her of not bringing her biological mother back home.
But she didn't say anything and started to change the subject: "That's not what you should care about now. What you should care about is what you will play when it's your turn to perform in the piano competition next week-"
She blinked twice and said what she really thought: "Mom, I don't think the piano competition is as important as grandma."
If the mother was being unreasonable, she should have continued to emphasize that 'it's not your business as a child', but she fell silent at this time, which means that she also agreed with her opinion.
Tang Xi became more and more confident in communication and took a step forward: "Mom, I went to the hospital with Tiantian and Sister Xingchui today. You know Sister Xingchui, right?"
Her mother still didn't give a direct answer right away. Her suspicions made her feel a little frightened: "Did you take Qiao Tian with you?"
Tang Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with this: "We are good friends. She has been helping me... deal with some things. I don't think there is any need to hide it from her."
She thought that today's topic should revolve around her grandmother, and she could talk about her own little secrets later.
The mother took a deep breath and raised her hand to her forehead: "Tang Xi, even if you are the best of friends, there are some things you can't tell each other."
Tang Xi blinked twice: "As far as I know, Aunt Duzhou knows everything about grandma."
The mother choked: "My relationship with her is different."
Tang Xi said confidently: "My relationship with Tiantian is no worse than yours with Aunt Duzhou."
The mother raised her hand and pressed her solar plexus, her expression a little tired. "I hope you won't regret what you did today."
"Why do I have to say 'I won't regret it' with all my heart before I can do something?" Tang Xi tilted her head, realizing that questioning her was truly addictive. "All I know is that I trust her today. I couldn't have done this without her, so I should be honest with her. That's all."
She felt that she seemed a bit argumentative today, but her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and she was looking forward to what kind of response her mother would give.
Yu Ji opened her mouth, feeling a little "strange" about Tang Xi today, but the strange thing was that she didn't seem to hate her "new daughter".
Her brows also relaxed, and Song Duzhou's muttering suddenly popped up in her mind, "If you, a saw-mouthed gourd, understood what communication was, would you and Xixi's relationship change from mother to enemy?" Of course, she did not admit that she was a saw-mouthed gourd.
etc.
She belatedly realized something and narrowed her eyes slightly. "You just mentioned 'Sister Xingchui' whom I know. Could it be that you are referring to Song Xingchui, the daughter of Song Duzhou? Do you know her?"
Ha, it turns out that her mother would have the same confusion as her.
She nodded her head: "It turns out that Aunt Duzhou doesn't tell you everything~"
Her mother gave her a glare.
She coughed twice and stopped. "Yes, I just found out today too. It turns out that Sister Xingchui's mother is Mom's best friend."
The mother looked quite disdainful: "She and I are not best friends."
Tang Xi narrowed her eyes, caught her mother's mistake and immediately counterattacked: "You just said that your relationship is different from mine and Tiantian's."
For the third time, she left her mother speechless.
My mother now looked like an irritated house cat, wanting to stretch out her claws in anger but not wanting to hurt anyone, so she just glared at me again, neither too lightly nor too harshly.
She ignored her daughter's nagging to calm her down, slowly recovered from her shock, quickly gathered her thoughts, and brought the question back to the beginning: "Was it that girl Song Xingchui who instigated you to go see your grandmother?"
Tang Xi wanted to say, "I wanted to go on my own," but then she thought, if Song Xingchui hadn't instigated her, she would never have thought of going to see her grandmother.
Ah, so Sister Xingchui had been trying to guide her in the 'right' direction, both overtly and covertly.
Maybe Aunt Duzhou has also been working hard.
It's just that both she and her mother were too stubborn and would rather deceive themselves than face reality.
She nodded slightly: "I guess so."
The corner of her mother's mouth curled up slightly, a subtle arc that she herself could not detect. "That girl has always been full of tricks since she was a child. No one can stop her from doing whatever she wants. It's not surprising that she would meddle in other people's business."
It seems that my mother has a very high opinion of Sister Xingchui.
Tang Xi felt a faint sense of envy in his heart, mixed with a little jealousy.
She quickly shook her head to get rid of the strange thought and whispered, "Sister Xingchui is indeed a very opinionated person."
Mother hummed, "Since you've come to ask me, I guess you already know a lot about the past, right?"
Tang Xi nodded again, looked at his mother and asked cautiously, "So, you really can play the piano, and you play it well?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her mother suddenly sneered.
Tang Xi's heart skipped a beat. He thought his mother was going to ridicule him just like she ridiculed his father. Well, she wasn't without sarcasm.
Her words were very unpleasant to the ear.
"Tang Xi, has your brain been eaten by Tang Guangyao? Can't you tell for yourself whether I can play the piano or not? What level I am at?"
However, Tang Xi was clearly being scolded, but she felt inexplicably happy: "You're right, I clearly saw you playing the piano that day, and I didn't even bother asking you."
My mother exhaled, now with a hint of genuine anger. "So, before that day, you were convinced I couldn't play the piano?"
Tang Xi pouted: "Yeah, Dad said you can't do it, and you didn't intend to explain, so I assumed you only had a little knowledge."
She raised her hand and pressed the painful solar plexus, her voice a little hurried.
"You believe everything Tang Guangyao says. You really are—"
Tang Xi felt inexplicably aggrieved: "You can just tell me the truth."
Yu Ji opened her mouth slightly and immediately swallowed back the rebuke she was about to utter. Yes, she knew that Tang Guangyao liked to confuse right and wrong, but she had no intention of explaining. It was not right for her to put the blame on a minor.
She pursed her lips, rubbed her fingers along the edge of her thigh twice, turned her face away and whispered, "I'm sorry, I thought you could definitely see it, so I didn't bother explaining it."
Tang Xi was stunned: "How do you think I can see that?"
Yu Ji was stunned. "I've been teaching you music theory since you were little. I even showed you simple practical exercises myself when you were little. Tell me, if I only have a superficial understanding of piano, how could I have developed a rigorous and reasonable training plan for you?"
Tang Xi blinked twice quickly, looking very surprised.
Yeah, why didn’t she think of it before?
Her father did not have much time to teach her, and most of the time it was her mother who forced her to practice the piano.
Her father always told her,
"Xixi, don't ask Mom any difficult questions. Mom will feel embarrassed if she can't answer them. Just ask Dad directly from now on."
When the mother found out, she got a little furious.
She thought her mother couldn't play the piano, so she was "broken down". On the other hand, her father was so good to her mother, why didn't her mother appreciate it?
The father knew everything, but still said those ambiguous words to split the relationship between mother and daughter. What was his purpose?
Yu Ji knew very well who the culprit was. Tang Guangyao had misled him countless times, both overtly and covertly, over the years. Even adults in the so-called "music circle" could be led astray, let alone a child.
You can't label everyone as stupid.
She raised her hand to rub her temples. Knowing that today's conversation would continue for a long time, she simply suggested going to the greenhouse together. She liked the environment there. The plants would only listen and not say anything extra.
She listened quietly as her daughter slowly recounted what had happened today, most of which were happy things that happened between her and her friends and grandmother.
She could even imagine what kind of smile the little old lady would have.
But there's always a twist in the story.
Tang Xidao,
"Mom, Aunt Mo said that grandma has always had a poor appetite. Did you not know that at all?"
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