"How old are you, and what kind of remote-controlled planes are you playing?" Su Mu's mother glanced at him and said, "Can you get into a good junior high school, a good high school, and a good university by playing a remote-controlled airplane?" Can playing with a remote control plane cultivate sentiment? ”

"......" Su Mu looked at his mother, was silent for a moment, and then said in a muffled voice: "But it's a limited edition for the tenth anniversary." ”

"That'...... If that really doesn't work, when you celebrate your birthday, your mother will give you a remote control plane, what a big deal. Su Mu's mother looked at the disappointment in her son's eyes, and she couldn't bear it, so she had to agree.

"And this violin...... Seems to be expensive too, right? Su Mu glanced down at the violin in his hand, these instruments or something, even if they are used by beginners, they will not be cheap.

"This, it's okay, it's okay, anyway, you're buying one get one free, so what's ......?"

When Su Mu's mother heard her son say this, she quickly waved her hand, but halfway through the words, she realized that she had missed her mouth.

Buy 1 get 1 free??

After hearing this, Su Mu squinted his eyes and looked at his mother.

"That...... Well...... This matter is so decided, starting next Monday, the two of you will go to Sister Manjing's house to learn violin every day after school, and you will have to stick to it during the winter vacation, you know? Su Mu's mother turned her head a little uncomfortably and changed the subject.

"Good!" Su Xiaoli responded excitedly.

Su Mu still had that stinky face.

On the Monday after Xiaoli's birthday, Su Mu took her to Song Manjing's house to learn violin as promised.

It's just that when they first started learning the violin, it was always boring and boring, and the two of them had no foundation before, so they could only start practicing from the most basic postures and techniques, and played various practice scores every day, from bass to treble, from treble to bass, boring and boring, and it sounded no different from sawing wood.

Su Xiaoli felt that this kind of practice was boring, but she saw that Su Mu didn't say anything, so she could only continue to practice.

After practicing like this for two years, the two of them were slowly able to play some songs that were not very difficult.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xiaoli was in the fourth grade, and Su Mu was already in the second year of junior high school.

Since the second year of junior high school, Su Mu's height has suddenly jumped a lot, and Su Xiaoli could barely reach his shoulders, but now he can only reach his chest.

Su Xiaoli felt very depressed, she now has to tilt her head back every day when she talks to her brother, which makes her neck super sore, except for - every morning.

"Brother, brother, get up!!"

Su Xiaoli's crisp and cheerful voice spread all the way from the outside of the room to the room, and she threw herself directly onto Su Mu's bed while cheering, pressed against the quilt, and shouted loudly at Su Mu, who was sleeping.

Su Mu opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Su Xiaoli, who had finished washing, pulled his quilt and turned over, and said in a vague voice: "Let me sleep for a while." ”

"Brother, don't sleep, you'll be late again if you sleep again!" Su Xiaoli was lying on the quilt, and a pair of small hands desperately pulled Su Mu's quilt and said, "Didn't you say that the new semester is new, why are you still sleeping lazily like the summer vacation." ”

"......" Su Mu couldn't help but poke his head out of the quilt and look at her with a frown.