He glanced at Tong Xiaomi, who was originally looking at this side, and quickly turned his face away, looking even more nervous.

Junxi knows that his sister is particularly strict with Xiaomi.

"I'm sorry teacher, we must try our best to do a good job in the children's ideological work when we go back. ”

Teacher Guan paused, and his voice was still very soft: "No, no, you misunderstood what I meant, in fact, this has something to do with me.

Xiaomi is a very good student in our country, I always thought that she was very hopeful to participate in the show this year, so I have been encouraging her to practice the piano recently, but I didn't expect that this time there were only two slots, so I ......"

Junxi probably knew what the situation was: "So these two places don't have her share?"

Teacher Guan's gaze was obviously avoiding him, and he pursed his lips: "I'm really sorry, I've done everything I can." The latter sentence is so small that it is almost inaudible.

He smiled: "Thank you, teacher, you don't have to be sorry for anything, the child didn't come to learn the piano to participate in any show." I think she'll be fine in a few days. ”

Teacher Guan glanced at Junxi, with some gratitude in his eyes, nodded and said nothing.

For some reason, Junxi felt as if the teacher had been wronged.

Guan Yidan turned around and was about to go back to the piano room, walked a few steps and stopped, turning his face to look at the door.

The man with a big pink schoolbag on his back and a small schoolbag in his hand looked a little different today.

Junxi stuffed the orange juice to Xiaomi: "Hard work girl." ”

Xiaomi was a little surprised that her uncle didn't count her down as much as he used to.

The former master was actually very good to the two children, but he didn't speak very well.

She was still a little worried, and her voice was much quieter: "When you get home, will you tell my mother?"

"Tell her what to do, it's enough for her uncle to know alone. Now tell me, what's going on?"

It turns out that every year, the five major piano schools in Pujiang City will hold a joint performance and award the first, second and third prizes.

It not only increases their own popularity, but also improves their children's sense of competition.

Every year, the winning children also have the opportunity to perform on the TV station.

Like this year, you can go to the children's channel of Pujiang TV to participate in the Spring Festival Gala.

Junxi opened his mouth and asked, "How are you doing in your piano school?"

"I don't know, I haven't compared, but they don't count as one or the best. Xiaomi's mouth pursed again, which was why she was not convinced.

"Then why did you choose them?" Junxi was a soldier in his last life, and he didn't have so many twists and turns.

"Uncle, I'm hungry. Wheat couldn't help but interject.

Junxi slapped his head, in this interest class, he was so angry that he delayed eating.

"I'm hungry and forget, I'll find a restaurant in front of my house in a while, what do you want to eat?"

The three of them didn't pick much, so they found a noodle restaurant at the door of their homes, and Junxi ordered three bowls of six fresh noodles.

"Boss, one of the bowls add large intestines, dried pork, kidneys, oyster mushrooms, oil residue, and a few braised eggs. ”

The creature said as he continued to look at the large menu on the wall.

Several customers near the cash register were looking back at him.

The three bowls of noodles were quickly served, and the two little ones looked at the extra-large bowl on the table with wide eyes, which could also be said to be a basin.

Junxi is also watching, only such luxurious content is worthy of me!

Chat while eating.

Listening to Xiaomi's words, Jun Xi raised his head in surprise: "That is to say, what Wu Qiao's father specially composed a piano piece for his daughter to participate in this show, who is his father? ”

Xiaomi nodded, and also felt very powerful: "Her father is from the Composers Association, and it is said that the father and daughter are working together." ”

Wheat wrapped noodles in his mouth: "Does it sound good?"

"It's okay, it's called 'Little Grass Green'. ”

Junxi couldn't help but sigh, it seems that the parents in this world are also very hard.

Soon he noticed that the two children on the other side were in a little wrong mood.

Only then did I realize that the father of the two children was no longer there.

Two years ago, their father was caught in a flash flood while on an outing and his body was never found.

When the news came, the sky collapsed in the house.

I don't know how Fan Naisi survived at that time, when Wheat was only three years old.

At this moment, the little one was better, but he looked at his uncle pitifully.

Xiaomi is not good, she grew up in the palm of her father's hand.

At this moment, big tears had already dripped into the bowl.

Alas, Junxi sighed in his heart, two little pitiful, in fact, your uncle has already gone to heaven.

"What's the matter, this expression!" he stretched out his hands and rubbed the heads of the two little ones opposite: "If you want to say that you are powerful, no one can compare to your father!"

Xiaomi raised her head and looked at him in surprise, you must know that in the past two years, the people around him have rarely put the word "dad" in front of the two children, for fear that they will be sad.

Junxi is not shy about it at all, how can this be avoided!

"You know, now our house is covered by someone. He pointed upwards with chopsticks in his hand.

The two children inexplicably looked up at the roof, and the simple appearance was even more painful.

"Who compares to this, in terms of your father's education level, it is estimated that he would have become an immortal a long time ago. ”

That's what it means!

Millet pursed her lips and squinted at her uncle, who was a three-year-old child, but it didn't sound annoying at all.

The five-year-old child next to him was different when he heard it, "My dad is a god, this is really good news!"

Fortunately, he didn't ask anything, and happily continued to eat his noodles.

Junxi glanced at this little nephew again in his heart, who said that the child didn't understand anything!

In the previous life, Junxi's sister finally conceived a child, and the nephew had not landed until he left.

In this life, there are two of them all at once, and they are both so cute, especially this little special attraction hurts.

He thought about it: if he composed his own music, he would be able to participate in the competition, and if this was the reason, it would be easy to do.

"Xiaomi, when is your show going to take place?"

Xiaomi replied: "It's coming, there's still a month!"

Junxi put down his chopsticks: "How long will it take you to practice a brand new piano piece?"

Xiaomi fluttered for a moment, not knowing what her uncle meant: "It depends on the difficulty of the song, generally speaking, if you have enough time, you can go down in a week." ”

After listening, he nodded: "That month is enough." Isn't it just composing, Xiaomi, let's write one from tomorrow onwards. ”

This made the little girl a little surprised, she looked at him with her mouth open, and then rolled her eyes, so she didn't take his words seriously.

It was already past 9 o'clock when the three of them went home, so they quickly let the two children wash up and go back to their rooms to sleep.

It's a three-bedroom house, with a room for wheat and mom, and a small bed right next to the big bed.

The wheat that changes into pajamas is particularly cute, and the cotton cartoon pants wrap the meat butt chubby.

Wheat lying on the cot said to Junxi, "Uncle, tell me a story!"

His mind was full of composing music for a while: "Sleep, children have to go to bed early to grow taller." ”

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