"It was Chu Ci who expressed her intention to follow, and your aunt agreed without any principles, and even went to the school to ask for leave.
When she wasn't back, I could still take care of Xiaoci. But now that she's back, it's not right for me to take care of her child.
But how could they be so spoiled? They didn't even dare to say no. They said they scored 12 last time, so this time shouldn't be much different. The main thing is that they've traveled thousands of miles, so they'll be allowed to take the make-up exam again when school starts, and they can even help support your grandma or something.
Anyway, one is your aunt's father, his legs are not good. The other is your grandmother, who has been coughing and catching colds lately and is becoming increasingly listless. She really can't do it alone."
Bi Yue felt really sorry.
I've heard her mother mention it several times. The old lady is very interesting. She always brings something that grandma likes to eat. The old lady is so stingy.
She's always thinking about asking her to treat her to a meal, saying she'd fall asleep there in no time. She wakes up drooling and finds excuses, saying the second floor isn't comfortable and that this courtyard is more down-to-earth. She'd get sleepy if she kept going into the Bi family's courtyard. Her mother still has to coax her.
Alas, she was so busy at the time that she came home around 8pm, which was considered early, so she never ran into me. She was afraid that if she came home too late, she would be worried about me back at the compound.
She had originally planned to come here to play with the old lady for a few days, to make her happy, play cards, take her out to a restaurant, and let her touch her belly and so on.
"Has my aunt never reported for duty since she came back?"
"She went, but she didn't get any work. The reason we're rushing to take your grandma south now is because the country is going to establish the Press and Publication Administration on the 21st of this month, and your aunt has been appointed..."
Liang Yinqiu thought about it carefully. "The Director of the Audiovisual and Electronic Publications Management Office, right? It seems to be somewhere like that. She'll be very busy then."
When Bi Yue heard this, she thought, "Oh, my aunt isn't that kind of person. If she were greedy, she'd always find a place to make money." Even though even my mother-in-law has to recall things carefully to explain them now, wait until the 1990s and you'll see that it was just right.
After Bi Yue staggered upstairs, she pushed open the door following the sound of music.
Wang Xintong was lying on the carpet, holding a paintbrush in his chubby hands, but he had stopped painting a long time ago.
The family conditions are good, you can see that it is different. This child knows how to enjoy life. At such a young age, he knows how to draw while listening to music on the phonograph.
But, wait…
Bi Yue couldn't even squat down. She held her belly and walked closer, tentatively asking, "Tongtong, tell your aunt why you're crying?"
Wang Xintong pursed her lips and continued crying while lying on the carpet with her head raised.
Did Bi Yue think the child was just being ignored? Was there no one at home to play with him? Was he worried about his grandmother's back injury, or was he missing his parents?
I never expected...
"Aunt, this song makes me so sad." After saying this, Wang Xintong was still shaking with tears.
Bi Yue stiffened her neck and turned back to the phonograph. She listened carefully. "Eh? Don't tell me." She narrowed her eyes and stared at Wang Xintong for a long moment. Then she kept changing the records and sang a few songs herself, just to get Wang Xintong to tell her what he thought.
At dinner time, Chu Hongtian came back, and there was another person at the table, Wang Jianan, the son-in-law of the Chu family.
Seeing that none of the "authentic" members of the Chu family were there, did she and Wang Jianan, two outsiders, spend the holiday with them? There was no way. Chu Yifeng didn't need to be mentioned, and Chu Yiqing probably didn't dare to come back.
Chu Hongtian didn't ask his son-in-law in front of his daughter-in-law why he hadn't come for a while. He kept smiling and insisted that everyone was at home today.
Meanwhile, Bi Yue was discussing with Wang Jianan at the dinner table: "Brother-in-law, has Tongtong learned any musical instruments?"
"Piano. That kid is just like me. He can't move his fingers when he starts piano lessons. I doubt he has any musical talent at all."
"Did the teacher say that?"
"Not really. He complained to us as soon as he saw us. He's just being naughty."
Bi Yue felt that the teacher was probably too ambitious and probably not a talented person. How could he not have noticed it? Would he care whether the child was naughty or not?
She touched Wang Xintong's head and said with a smile: "Who said our Tongtong has no musical talent? Our Tongtong has a strong sense of music, very good."
Wang Xintong immediately liked his aunt more. He picked up a chicken thigh and put it in Bi Yue's bowl. In an instant, laughter was heard from many people at the table.
Liang Yinqiu breathed a sigh of relief. She suddenly realized her daughter-in-law had changed. Was it because of her experience, starting a business? Or was it because she was pregnant and about to become a mother? In short, she was much more mature, unlike before. Even if she didn't show it, she could feel the sharp edges.
Bi Yue didn't laugh, she suggested solemnly:
"Brother-in-law, I'm not kidding. Tongtong is very sensitive to music's emotions, and he should have shown this in his daily life. I guess you haven't noticed. The elderly don't care much when taking care of children.
If he doesn't like playing the piano, don't force him to learn. You can try cello, violin, drums, and so many other instruments. He's bound to be interested in one."
Wang Jianan frowned slightly: "Really? Sister-in-law, don't be partial to your child just because he's ours."
"real."
As she lowered her head to pick up some food, Bi Yue thought that if Chu Yifeng dared to be like Wang Jianan and not believe in the special intelligence of his own child, she would definitely raise the issue to a higher level and make him reflect on it.
Chinese parents are always like this. They praise others, and express that their own children are not as good as the next door Wu Laoer. She hates this the most.
The children she gave birth to must be the best. She doesn't need to belittle education. Her children are the best.
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