21. Desire
At night, Nanxiang Aya returns home and hears the sound of a sobbing violin coming from the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
The music was so beautiful that she couldn't help but stop.
This is indeed quite a talent, and if it can be used in the competition, it will definitely shock the four seats. Thinking like this, Nanxiang Aya also felt some regret in her heart.
Dragging her tired body, Nanxiang Aya wanted to take a break, but felt that the room seemed to be a little messy, and besides, there were a few more things.
She wanted to remind Nan Shuiyue to pay attention to the cleanliness of the room, and not to put things casually. But by this time she was tired and lay down on the sofa to rest.
In fact, the physical exertion alone is not so severe, but the mental fatigue is hard.
Now she can understand the predicament that her husband faced at the beginning.
Now the normal activities of the company have stopped, and even if there are still people, they are just messing around.
Maybe they've already started to contact the next home, but they won't leave until they find a good home.
In fact, there is nothing to pay people who do not work, and the most serious thing is that there seems to be no soul in the company. All the people in the company seem to have no energy.
Therefore, Nanxiang Aya has never wanted Quanjinghua to have too much contact with this side of the matter, which is likely to hit their fighting spirit.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of Jinghua again. She couldn't help but think that before she took responsibility, maybe she was the one who took on this pressure.
Thinking of this, Nan Xiangya was not only pitiful for Jinghua, but also felt more and more hateful that An Mengxi was hateful.
It is the same as the so-called poor children's early tenure.
The more stable and mature Jinghua became, the more hateful that mother became.
"Is it a mother to bear all that kind of pressure on a child?"
"Think of a chance."
Nanxiang Aya was thinking, but not for the company, but for the mirror flower. She saw Jinghua's learning process, as long as there was something she didn't understand, or something she made a mistake, she would record it and write it down in her notes. She was moved by that earnestness.
She couldn't help but think of herself when she was a child, when she was very proud and worked very hard to win the respect of others.
So she hopes to give Jinghua a chance to succeed, even if it's just a small success.
"The ......"
Suddenly, she heard a soft voice.
At this time, she just wanted to take a break and felt very irritable, but when she heard her daughter's voice, she finally managed to support her body and sit up.
"What's the matter? Is it to participate in the competition? Just go for it. I've been very busy lately, and I probably can't go. ”
"Mom, I want to ask about the company."
"You don't have to worry about that, don't worry, I'll take care of it." Nanxiang Aya felt a little comforted and comforted.
"I've heard that the company has stopped, and now it seems that the only activity is training."
Nan Shuiyue asked, but did not approach her mother, but stood in a position not far away.
"Of course, no problem, just start over, we already have a lot of benefits compared to those new companies."
"It's not like that, it's like this, I want to go to that training." Nan Shuiyue finally said what she thought.
"Don't think about it so much, it's not your turn to help with this kind of thing." Nan Xiang Aya thought that her daughter wanted to help, and couldn't help but comfort.
Nan Shuiyue said: "But, why can't Jinghua? She's younger than me! ”
Nanxiang Aya cheered up and said, "I've thought about it. ”
"Mom, do you still hate Aunt Ann?"
"Huh?" Nanxiang Aya was about to nod, but suddenly she was thoughtful. "Those are two different things. I wouldn't bully a child. ”
"Then why don't you let me participate?"
Nan Shuiyue said unrelentingly.
Nanxiang Aya opened her mouth, but paused for a moment before finally saying, "You are not suitable." ”
"I don't learn the violin anymore."
Nan Shuiyue said suddenly. This sudden remark also made Nanxiang Aya stunned.
"I also want to go to training. I've already told my teacher that I won't learn violin. ”
"That's not like usual, it's not a joke." Nanka Aya frowned, feeling more and more impatient. She couldn't help but think in her heart that it would be nice if her daughter was as sensible as Jinghua. At this time, I still have to bother her, and I am not as quiet and cute as a mirror flower at all.
Nan Shuiyue suddenly paused.
Tears glistened with tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I've always, just kidding?"
Biting her lip, she walked back to her room and sat down on the bed sluggishly.
On the table by the window, there are many trophies, and there are several awards on the wall.
However, the best of them all, was only the third place. That's when she played her best.
"That's right, you can't do anything, and you can't do this."
"You don't want me to go, you must be afraid that something bad will happen to me. Maybe you still think I'm a broom star, a moldy god, and a natural restraint to others. ”
The more Nan Shuiyue thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt in her heart.
But she didn't cry, only tears flowed silently.
Nan Xiang Aya saw her daughter go back to her room and wanted to comfort her, but she couldn't find the right words. Because she does have such a thought in her heart, she already feels that her daughter can't do anything well, and if she is in a team, it will delay the whole team. It's a waste to let her learn something, it's better to leave it alone, as long as she doesn't get into trouble.
Now, however, I feel more and more irritable.
……
At this moment.
Izumi Kyung-hwa was also at home, and she was in the bathroom at this time.
Because of dancing, I get tired a lot every time, and I have sweat on my body, so if I don't take a shower, I naturally feel sticky.
However, bathing has always been a difficult hurdle for Izumi Jinghua to break through.
The Izumi house has a shower and a bathtub. A leisurely bath is also very easy.
However, there is no way to enjoy it.
If you use a shower, Izumi Jinghua can only rinse frantically with her eyes closed, and she must not look at herself.
As for using a bathtub, it's even worse, and it's bearable if there are countless bubbles to cover it. No, that was just before, and now, Izumi feels that this has become dangerous.
Because just when I see the bubbles, I can't help but fantasize about the wonderful body under the bubbles.
It seems that as I get older, I don't know if my body is becoming more sensitive, or if I have been single for more and more time, and my mood is more and more fluctuating.
With the technique of bubble mosaic, there is no way to suppress the heart of a beast.
Adjust the shower to the maximum, only then will you be able to calm yourself down a little.
"It's already so dangerous now, what are you going to do in the future?"
"It's already so hard just to deal with training, so why deal with the trouble of physique." Izumi Jinghua is dedicated to her career, and she also has the idea of escaping her own problems.
But now, both career troubles and physical troubles are coming one after another.
She didn't know which side she would be holding on to.