Chapter 151 Why didn't you ask me who Fengchun is?
After a long while, the old lady turned around again.
Tu Yao was already packing her luggage.
She only brought a suitcase and a small bag that she always carried. She had little stuff, but she had her own sense of order.
I like to fold towels twice and put them in the bathroom, and I like to hang up my clothes and dresses so that they look colorful at a glance.
She has her own bamboo tube cup and plastic cup that she brought from Crane Village.
One was placed on the bedside table, while the other scanned the room and set its sights on the windowsill.
Madam Jiang started to laugh as she looked at it.
Merchant families often have a natural superstition, emphasizing that small rooms can gather positive energy.
Madam Jiang was no exception, but no matter how small the room was, she always felt that it was empty and desolate for more than ten years.
She said softly, "...Liqing, it's not the room's problem, it's the person who's wrong."
When the right people come, even the emptier place becomes lively.
He couldn't help but sigh, "...Five days, then I need to plan this out carefully."
The old man, who was usually so shrewd and resourceful, suddenly found his mind blank.
Perhaps due to years of spiritual emptiness, she didn't even know what to do with the girl next.
The next second, Tu Yao, who was leaning on the windowsill, suddenly turned her head: "By the way, you mentioned on the phone last time that you were taking care of a potted plant. What kind of plant is it? Can I come and see it?"
Madam Jiang was taken aback.
Tu Yao pointed to the plastic cup on the windowsill and explained, "I learned this from my older brother. He puts some flowers on Grandma's windowsill."
She smiled shyly, "It would be even better if there were more flowers; I'd like to arrange a few more."
The old lady also slowly smiled.
She was overthinking it; the child was so thoughtful that she didn't need to plan how to spend the rest of the days.
She can naturally fill her lonely and empty time.
Madam Jiang led the person directly to the flower room.
...
Half an hour later, Cormier's car entered the yard without any hindrance.
In previous years, no matter how busy he was, he would fly back to visit his aunt at this time.
This year was no different. I thought the garden would be as deserted as before, but to my surprise, I heard my aunt's laughter as soon as I got out of the car.
Faint voices could be heard coming from the greenhouse.
"I'll find you a vase, and you can cut a few more flowers."
What would you like to eat for dinner?
"Would mung bean cake be okay?"
"sure."
...
Who did you see that makes you so happy?
Cormier frowned and muttered, "It can't possibly be those foul-mouthed brats."
"A bunch of heartless bastards raised these snot-nosed brats, they deserve to get a good kick in the ass!"
Upon closer inspection, his eyes widened instantly: "Little mascot, what are you doing here?"
In front of the greenhouse, an old man and a child, both wearing straw hats and holding a large bunch of flowers, turned their heads.
Cormier threw his suitcase aside and immediately rushed over to give her a hug!
Tu Yao immediately stretched out her dark, black hands and sternly stopped him.
"Can't!"
Cormier gave an awkward laugh.
"What are you two doing...?"
Madam Jiang smoothed her hair and said, "Can't you tell? Xiao Mao is ready to be friends with me."
Cormier: ...
Madam Jiang used to enjoy teasing Cormier.
At that time, her daughter had not yet left.
Cormier liked to cling to his sister, but Fengchun didn't like him clinging to her, so she often hid in the greenhouse. Cormier, who was a clean freak, would get so angry that he would jump up and down to complain to her.
So she casually teased him, "Your sister doesn't want you anymore."
Then he got so angry that he burst into tears.
Of course, Cormier, who was nearly forty, wouldn't cry at this point, but he would glare at Madam Jiang with a hint of resentment.
Then try to steal her away.
"Picking flowers is so boring, I'll teach you to play the piano."
Tu Yao refused outright: "I don't want to, I don't like playing the piano!"
"Hey! How can I not like it!"
Comil immediately got excited, grabbed Tu Yao's arm, and patted the dirt off her hands.
Tu Yao was caught off guard and was dragged away!
"Ugh!!! I don't want to learn, Mr. Cormier!"
"I don't like it!"
Cormier muttered to himself, "That's because you haven't learned it. Once you learn it, you'll be able to appreciate the beauty of music. If you don't believe me, ask Nan Ke."
Next to the greenhouse stood a piano that looked quite old.
Cormier forcibly pressed the person down in front of the piano and casually flipped open an old sheet music book.
Just as he was about to start teaching, Tu Yao suddenly turned to him for help: "Grandma! Please control him, I don't like playing the zither!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cormier and Madam Jiang behind him were both stunned.
For a moment, Madam Jiang was somewhat dazed.
...
"Mom, please discipline him! I don't like playing the piano!"
More than 20 years ago, a girl of the same age was dragged out of the greenhouse by a blond, blue-eyed child and forced to sit in front of the piano.
The child's voice overlaps with the deep, resonant voice of a middle-aged person.
Cormier stared blankly at the girl beside him, and subconsciously blurted out, "...No, you have to play."
"...Even your period won't help, I'm going to teach you today."
Tu Yao hung her head dejectedly and hugged it, saying, "I'm not going to learn!"
The girl was like a snail hiding in its shell, radiating an aura of rejection!
He said angrily, "If you force me to study again, I'll get angry!"
Cormier suddenly couldn't speak.
Not far away, Madam Jiang stared blankly at the scene before her, and after a long while, she suddenly came to her senses.
She slowly suppressed the smile on her lips, but couldn't stop her eyes from gradually reddening.
"...Liqing, come with me to the kitchen."
"What did this child just say he liked to eat?"
"Osmanthus cake, perfect, I know how to make it..."
"...I used to do that all the time."
The old lady spoke softly as she slowly turned around, holding the butler's hand.
Shedding his usual sharpness, he now resembled a true old man, revealing a vulnerability that no one else could control.
...
Soon only two people remained in front of the greenhouse.
Cormier slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice trembling slightly.
"Well... if you don't want to learn, then don't learn."
He took a deep breath and suddenly sprang up on his own.
An old-fashioned piano played a slow, deep melody.
Mixed in with Cormier's slightly hoarse voice.
"...Little mascot."
"Why are you just like Fengchun, not fond of the piano? Is there no one in this family who loves music as much as I do?"
"Speaking of which, Tu Chaoxi and Nan Ke are both musically talented. Why don't you learn from them?"
Tu Yao then raised her head, looked at the sheet music in front of her, and carefully turned the pages.
She reads sheet music like it's some kind of scribbles.
No, she can understand and even draw scribbles, but piano sheet music is like gibberish.
She seemed oblivious to the tremor in Cormier's voice.
She lowered her head and said softly, "...I like making money just like you, bro."
Cormier laughed. "That's just like my aunt."
In the middle of the performance, Cormier seemed to immerse himself completely in the soothing, fluent, and emotionally rich music.
As the music played, a slight moisture welled up in my eyes.
Suddenly, he asked, seemingly casually yet also seriously:
"Little mascot, why don't you ask me who Fengchun is?"
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