Father Yun's voice floated in, as if to comfort his wife: "Don't go to your heart, there will be nothing." ”

Mica sat up straight, pulled her bun loosely, and draped her black hair on her back, and said, "I don't know, but that look makes me feel so cold." ”

Is this talking about Yun Qing's little eyes at that time? It seems that Mica took it to heart and told Father Yun-

Doesn't that seem a little inappropriate......

Father Yun said: "Since Madame has spoken, then pay attention to the little one in the past two days, so as to dispel Madame's worries, okay?" ”

Mica pushed down Father Yun and said, "Don't make trouble, I'll tell you serious things, don't keep going to heart." ”

Father Yun nodded and said, "What Madame said, I take it to heart for my husband." ”

Mica lowered her eyes and thought about it, and looked upstairs—

Xiao Yunqing shrank in, avoiding his mother's inspection.

"In the past two days, let the children stop playing the piano, especially Qing'er-"

Xiao Yunqing's face was frosty in an instant, and I couldn't imagine that such an expression would appear on the face of a seven or eight-year-old girl. She bit her lip fiercely, squinted and stared at her mother's back gloomily, she didn't want to hear her mother say anything about her father himself, and calmly returned to her room-

She gritted her teeth, her eyes were red with anger, and she tore off the quilt she had just pulled for Xiao Yuntan, and the candle flame swayed in the quilt, which seemed to have touched her anger, and she stretched out her hand to extinguish the fire-

All my life, I seem to smell the faint smell of burnt flesh.

Then she lay back stiffly on the bed, quietly covered with the quilt, her eyes staring straight up, not knowing what she was thinking.

At a young age, she seems to have planted a root of hatred for her mother, although she also has something wrong, but mica not only does not stop making trouble, but also wants to provoke the feelings of their father and daughter? Is it really good to be like this as a mother? Or is it – or is there something else?

I turned outside the room and continued to listen to the conversation of the mica.

There is indeed a following, I feel very sorry, if Xiao Yunqing is not so resentful and impulsively hears half of it and goes back, maybe it won't be misunderstood-

Many times the misunderstanding is always so gratuitous, inexplicable, and inexplicable, no one knows which chains have been dropped, so that people who should love each other hate, and the years that can be together become a parting that will never be regretted.

When Father Yun heard his wife's refusal, he was slightly surprised: "Why? Qing'er has been practicing music hard, and is proud of it - today I went with you to find a heart-shaped bud didn't listen to her play the piano, you also saw her lost expression, and then I went to her and she ignored me, if I don't make amends, I'm afraid she has a stalk in her heart - your piano sound can destroy the prosperity of flowers and trees, our children must also have the talent of inheritance, Qing'er can play such a song at a young age is not easy, you can't ask for it according to the standards of adults. ”

Mica bit her lip and smiled: "I didn't say that Qing'er didn't play well, on the contrary, I thought she played too well, so I was afraid of attracting others' attention - we finally have this quiet day now, we must always be cautious." The way the woman in the city looked at me today, I always panicked when I thought about it, it was by no means an ordinary passer-by, in the past there were only the two of us, but now there are Qing'er and Dan'er, they are still so young, I don't want them to live in Yunnan and fear all day long. ”

Father Yun raised his eyebrows, hugged his wife gently and distressedly, and said softly: "I know, I know that you feel sorry for a pair of daughters, okay, don't go out recently, I'll go out to explore the wind, ask if there are any strangers around, I promise you, I will never let you fall into danger." ”

Mica nodded quietly, and that smile contained countless trusts in her husband.

"-By the way, speaking of playing the piano, now that Qing'er and Dan'er have begun to familiarize themselves with the rhythm, have you ever thought of passing on the spiritual strings to them?"

Mica stared at Father Yun with a smile: "It seems that you want more than I think, at least I haven't thought about it now." ”

Father Yun squeezed his wife's soft hand and said: "Fu Lingxian is your family's mastery, and it is good for living beings, and it can be regarded as a song of engagement between the two of us, I naturally don't want it to be lost like this." When you were pregnant, I was always worried that if you gave birth to a big fat son with rough hands, then this stunt would be lost. ”

Mica smiled and snuggled into her husband's arms, but there was worry hidden in her eyes: "Thank you for always thinking about me." Fuling strings are extremely pure songs, and the musicians must not have the slightest crooked thoughts in their hearts, otherwise the music played will not only not be able to calm the mind, but will also destroy the growth of things......"

Father Yun smiled: "So I naturally don't dare to pass it on to outsiders, but fortunately, Qing'er Dan'er is as kind and innocent as you, Qing'er's talent is higher than Dan'er's, although she is a little arrogant, but her nature is still good, and I also believe that she will take her sister well." ”

Mica lowered her brows, but did not brush away her husband's joy at the moment, and said carefully: "Well, it's okay." Tomorrow I'll take a short piece of Fu Ling Xian out and let the luthier practice it as a new tune for them, and see if they have the talent—"

As soon as the words arrived, the child's frightened cry suddenly sounded upstairs, and Mica immediately sat up in shock, and shook the candles around her, and she jumped off the couch, and ran upstairs barefoot!

Cloud Father is not far behind!

Mica rushed into the room and quickly picked up Xiao Yundan, who was crying.

Father Yun, who came next, looked around vigilantly, and Xiao Yunqing on the left bed was still asleep, not woken up by this cry at all.

Father Yun breathed a sigh of relief, walked to his wife's side and touched Xiao Yun, who was sweating, and said lightly: "It turned out that the soothing candle was extinguished - I thought it wouldn't be windy today, so I didn't have a cover, blame me." ”

Mica's face was pale, and she hugged Xiao Yundan, who was sobbing in her sleep, with palpitations: "Good, mother is here, Dan'er is not afraid-" She glanced at the candlestick and said softly, "Go and light the candle, as soon as the candle is extinguished, you will have a dream, and you can't do without it for half an inch, it's really pitiful." ”

Father Yun lit the fire fold, and looked at the wick that was drowned in the candle tears.

Mica said anxiously, "What's wrong? What are you stunned about? Hurry up! ”

Father Yun nodded, quietly picked out the wick, and lit the candle.

After a while, Xiao Yun's faint cry slowly weakened, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Mica put her on the bed, sat worriedly for a while, covered the quilt, and carefully straightened the quilt for Xiao Yunqing before walking out of the room.

Father Yun saw a strange thing at the foot of Xiao Yunqing's bed by candlelight, he squatted down and pretended to comfort his wife, picked it up and put it in his sleeve.

When the two left the house, Xiao Yunqing turned over and pressed the quilt covered by mica under him, his eyes were slightly closed, but the corners of his mouth were hooked with a vague smile, I don't know if he was dreaming deeply, or something else.

After such a toss, both of them lost the interest in enjoying the cool in the courtyard at night, and Yun's father cleaned up the cool couch in the courtyard, and the mica was blowing out the candles in various parts of the courtyard.

When he was halfway through the packing, Father Yun suddenly asked Mica: "An'er, Qing'er and Dan'er are both our children, who do you like more of the two children?" ”

Mica was stunned, the last lamp was not blown out, her fair face glowed holy under the light of the lamp, she hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled: "It's all the flesh and blood of my October pregnancy, such as the palm of my hand and the back of my hand, how can there be a little more or less?" ”

Father Yun frowned lightly and said, "But I think you seem to prefer a little more light, is it because she has similar personalities and hobbies to you, and it is easy for you two to play together?" What about Qing'er? What do you think of her? ”

Mica lowered her head and smiled: "Actually, it's all the same, Qing'er is smart and clever, whoever sees it praises, how can I not like it?" I'm proud, proud. ”

Father Yun stared at the changes in every expression line on his wife's face, and continued to ask, "What about Dan'er?" People say that your life is easy to be favored, do you think so? ”

Mica lightly trimmed her eyebrows, and said softly: "Dan'er-Dan'er is still like a child, her understanding and mind are not as good as Qing'er, in comparison, she is not as good as Qing'er." Well, it makes me feel bad when I watch her obediently light the soothing candle before she goes to sleep, if I had been less self-willed when she was pregnant, she might have been much healthier—"

Father Yun hugged his wife and said, "Look at you, blame yourself, isn't it still young, it would be nice to be older." ”

Mica nodded and said, "Well, fortunately, Qing'er is a good child, and she doesn't care about this." ”

Father Yun lowered his eyebrows, thoughtful.

"It's late, go to bed early." Mica gestures to blow out candles.

"I've been thinking about it lately, and I want to ask you what you think—" Father Yun said suddenly.

Mica turned to look at him.

"I want to pass the cloud needle to Qing'er, what do you think?"

Mica's pupils shrank in the candlelight, she had controlled her emotions well, but she still couldn't escape the eyes that she was trying to catch.

"What do you think?" Father Yun asked.

Mica avoided Father Yun's gaze in a little panic, and said softly: "Why did you suddenly mention this, it scared me." ”

"What's there to be afraid of, since I mentioned your Fuling String just now, then my cloud needle naturally can't be missing." Father Yun seemed to be very obsessed with listening to her opinion.

"The children are still young, so in such a panic that they want to stuff what they want to learn - besides, my spiritual strings can be played flat, but your cloud needle needs the foundation of the mind to destroy, otherwise it will be useless."

Father Yun smiled: "Also, see that I'm in a hurry, that song is practiced slowly, and if you have the mental method, I will teach them slowly when they are older." ”

"Yes." The mica blew out the light, and Father Yun's face was covered with clouds for a moment.

Mica walked in front with a lot of worry, and Father Yun followed behind, and took out the things in his sleeves with the moonlight, and folded some moonlight slightly, white and slightly transparent, what is it?

He put it over his little finger, crumpled it up, and threw it in the pool.

That thing, it seems that when we were bored and playing with muddy tears when we were children, we would put our fingers in the slightly hot candle tears, and when the candle tears dried a little, we could set up a small finger belly model-

This candle tear finger membrane, could it be that Xiao Yunqing pinched the soothing candle and then tore it and threw it on the ground? It seems that Father Yun is also a delicate person, does he know that it is Xiao Yunqing's calming candle, so he deliberately wants to put on some mica's tone, but it seems that although Mica is afraid of Xiao Yunqing, he has never said anything about her.

And the white moonlight in the courtyard sky is also like frost, coldly illuminating the breeding of resentment in the world.