"Owen, hearing this tea story between you and Daddy makes my head swell!" Meng Xuan interjected from the side, "Can you talk about something else?" ”

"See?" Xia Qingyang laughed: "The daughter of a tea tasting master doesn't understand tea at all!" ”

"Mengxuan, in fact, you should try the artistic conception of drinking tea!" Jiang Feng also looked at Mengxuan with a smile: "Don't just know how to drink coffee!" ”

"Yes, the tea culture of the Chinese has a long history, Mengxuan should taste more!"

"Alright, when did you become so common to speak? Such a sympathy! By the way, Daddy, Owen, let's stop talking, I'm hungry, let's go eat! ”

"Yes, Mama Wang has already prepared dinner!" Xia Qingyang stood up, "Owen, let's go eat!" ”

"Owen, stop playing with the computer, can you practice with me?" Meng Xuan knocked on the door and came in, and saw Jiang Feng squatting in front of the computer, and stepped forward to grab him.

"Do you have to practice every day?"

"Of course, as the saying goes, one minute on the stage and ten years off the stage, Owen, are you with me?"

"Accompany, of course I want to accompany you!" Early in the morning, Jiang Feng was dragged by Meng Xuan and walked in the wide corridor of the Xia Mansion, "Where are we going?" ”

"My daddy's study!"

"Why go to your daddy's study?"

"Because my violin is in his study!"

"Will your daddy be reading in the study now, let's not bother him!"

"No, my daddy went out early in the morning with his assistant!"

"Your daddy looks busy!"

"Of course he's busy, he's going to prepare for tomorrow's music concert! If it weren't for the fear that you would have no one to accompany you, I would have gone to help a long time ago! ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know if there's anything I can do to help?"

"Your greatest help to me is to be my first audience today to listen to me practice, nothing else matters!" After pushing open a copper-inlaid wooden door, the two entered a large snow-white study, the light blue curtains hung lightly, the whole room was elegant and quiet, the huge bookshelves that occupied three walls were full of books, Meng Xuan gently took out a rectangular red leather box from a drawer and put it on the table and opened it gently, and there was a crimson oily violin lying inside, "It's beautiful, isn't it?" ”

"Yes, it's beautiful, it must be valuable and important to you!"

"Well, yes, it's important, this is my mommy spent two million to buy for my birthday, she wanted me to be a good musician like Daddy one day, so she bought this gift for me, and she passed away shortly after my birthday!" Meng Xuan was silently immersed in the memories of the past.

"Mengxuan, the festival mourns and changes!"

"Well, it's been so long, and I'm more open!" Meng Xuan nodded.

"Then can you ask, what is your mother's disease?"

"Uterine cancer, if my mommy could have received surgery earlier, she would not have lost her life!"

"Then why didn't she undergo surgical settling?"