Chapter 94: Hundred Meals, Thousands of Families (Powder 65 Plus Change)

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Jian Cangwu was born in a musical family. Grandfather Jian Fang is a conductor, father Jian Shuting is a violinist, and aunt Jian Shuying is a pianist. Her younger sister, Jian Motong, began to show her strength in domestic violin competitions at the age of seven, and won the second place in the Vienna Youth Violin Competition at the age of twelve. Three years younger than him, she is now seventeen years old, and the trophies have reached the point of flooding. She crossed the best conservatory in China, directly took a scholarship from France's highest music school, and flew abroad to study for half a year.

At the end of the road full of French plane trees in H City, the white European-style bungalow with a large garden is Jane's house. As long as someone is home, there is music. The sound of piano, violin, symphony, has always surrounded the whole house.

Jian Cangwu grew up in such an environment. The family is always so busy, the performance of the show, the rehearsal of the rehearsal. Even if it's rare to get together at home, it's still talking about music and performing music. I have the impression that there will also be a day of family reunion during the New Year, a quiet meal, and if you are in good spirits. In the large living room, each person plays a piece of classical music and comments on what they need to improve on, or praises what they have done well. Then they went back to their respective practice rooms and continued their efforts.

He is an outlier in the family, the only outlier who has no talent. Grandpa said that he was diligent and that's it. But everyone knows that for an outstanding musician, it is useless to just be diligent. So when he was seven years old, his father asked him to give up studying music. He didn't even have time to give him a reason, because the talent that Motong had already shown at that time made his father, who was discouraged and disappointed in his eldest son, extremely happy, and put all his energy into the plan to cultivate Motong.

At that time, the relationship between my mother and father had broken down and I went back to my grandfather's house. No one could comfort him, and his only vent was to break the first violin his father gave him. The sound of the strings cracking attracted his aunt, who told him that if he liked to play the violin, he didn't care what others said, just stick to it.

So, he persevered to this day. Day after day, night after night, he worked harder than everyone else and finally got into the best conservatory. However, his father never looked back at his achievements again, because Motong was too good. Too talented. She flew to a height that he already needed to look up to, and probably would not be able to reach in his lifetime.

He was tired. I was so tired that I couldn't tell if I still loved the violin, or if I was gambling with my father. Tired to the point of exhaustion, I don't want to care about any blood relatives, and would rather stay in a strange city.

When the flames leaped in front of his eyes, his ears were full of cheers, laughter and whistles, and the blood boiled and hissed, he realized that what he longed for was such a primitive and natural sound. The joy that comes from everyone's heart, the joy of sincerity, there is no purpose, there is no expectation, just the excitement of the scene in front of them.

He was being held by someone I don't know, it could be the weed-headed leaf, it could be the flower tree with Eagle Eye hidden in the hair on his forehead, it could be one of the twins, or it could be the short-haired handsome girl named Feather, circling around the high fire.

Shui Qing set off fireworks on the second floor, a long tube, swishing out colorful balls. Small chrysanthemums bloom in a low place. Compared to the fireworks he watched from his grandfather's house, it was a world of difference. But he likes it, so small, but colorful in the depths of his eyes, straight to the heart.

A very lively Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was placed in the Ye family, which is said to have the largest space. Two long tables were put together, empty at first. Then people came in one by one, bringing all kinds of dishes, and in a short time they were all full.

Shui Qing said that this is a New Year's dish prepared by each family, and she calls it Baijia Rice. She also said that this group of friends grew up eating 100 family meals, so they are healthy and cute.

He began to stand restrained, listening to Shui Qing introduce himself to everyone, and then accept people's kind smiles and New Year's wishes. He said very little, because his eyes were not enough to see, his ears were not enough to hear, and his mouth was not enough to eat. Let Shui Qing run around the table with him, sitting in almost every position, and the restraints are running away.

Before I knew it, I was sitting with boys of the same generation, and I could interject a few gossip and talk about some high school things, all of which were other than music.

Ye Moli set off fireworks, the boys and girls ran out hulala, and when they came back, they gathered two large bags. Run outside, and teach the children to play first at their age. Then they take turns taking care of the security. When playing, he was full of tacit understanding and had a clear division of labor, which made him novel and admired.

Xiao Shenbao pulled him to set off fireworks together, but Shui Qing hurriedly stopped him, saying that his hand playing the violin must not be injured. It made a group of people nervous, and they couldn't move up to pull him away. These casual actions moved him one by one, more shocking than the most stirring string of notes.

"Ye Moli, the fire is too high, are you going to burn the house?" Shui Qing finished the last fireworks canister and lay on his balcony, his eyes parallel to the tip of the tongue of fire. The fire was two stories high.

"It seems that I accidentally put too much hay." Ye Moli stuck out his tongue, "The rest is all thrown in, and it will be burned out soon." ”

"Listen, is there a siren from a fire truck?" Feather yelled.

Everyone immediately stopped all action and pricked up their ears.

Jian Cangwu couldn't help but say, "It seems to be coming this way." ”

"Did anyone see the fire and think it was really on fire?" Ye Mo jumped away, "Who is nosy!" ”

What to do if the baby yells.

Shui Qing said to get out of the way, took a thick water pipe in his hand, poured water into it, and put out the fire for a while.

Adults heard the children making noise. Ask what's going on in the house.

Aspiring together, the people involved in the arson case outside shouted that it was okay.

The fire truck Ula Ula had already driven far away, and it turned out that it was not rushing here at all. Everyone had a false alarm.

"Shui Qing, you died too fast!" Ye Moli hasn't played enough.

"Who said the fire trucks are coming here?" Shui Qing hasn't counted the water bill yet.

"It's Brother Cangwu." The babies have big mouths in unison, and after many days, their cute big mouths have reappeared.

Jian Cangwu was stunned for a moment, but immediately pointed at the feather, "The feather is the first to hear it." After saying that, I found that I was actually like them, and I could laugh and make trouble.

This place. Very happy.

After a while, the adults have to go to work in the city. He knew that the food shop he liked very much was opened by these families, and he also knew that Shui Qing's mother was the general manager of Wanyi. No wonder she dared to pretend to be a visitor and take the employee-only channel.

As soon as I heard that there was a lantern night market in front of Wanyi, no one could sit still. Shui Qing was going to buy gifts, but the call was overwhelming, and even Professor Tan and his wife, who were over 60 years old, had to go to see the excitement. As a result, Grandpa Yun had a car, the Han family had a car, the Zhu family had a car, the Ye family had a car, and the Hua family had a car, which was stuffed to the brim and went to Wanyi.

There are no stars in the cold night.

Looking up, the small silver lights are densely intertwined, like an enlarged Milky Way.

A short section of the street before Wan Yi was lit up with countless stars. The characteristic lanterns are not necessarily very fine in workmanship and not necessarily very delicate in design, but they come from the hands of many enthusiastic people. Jiang Ru specially asked someone to make a red auspicious lantern and handed one to everyone who came in, which seemed to be festive everywhere.

Lots of food stalls. There is also a small stall in Aishifang, which specializes in small boxes of dim sum that you can eat while walking. The box is designed by Shui Qing in imitation of foreign countries, with the trademark of Aishifang, which is very eye-catching, and it is advertised by the way. There are all kinds of stalls selling small things, which are suitable for the taste of young people nowadays, and the price is not expensive, mainly for a lively purpose. There are booths for guessing lantern riddles and making games, so that everyone can use their brains and get prizes.

When Shui Qing suggested to her mother, she only hoped that the phenomenon of the streets in her hometown would be cold and clear as soon as the Chinese New Year arrived. Because of such a big festival as the Chinese New Year, the ancients would go shopping, why did they go to the modern era where science and technology and economy are developed, but there is no activity. Although a lot of leaflets were sent out beforehand, I also mentioned it in the advertisement. But I didn't expect that there would be many people coming to this night market on Chinese New Year's Eve, after all, everyone is used to keeping the New Year at home.

Who knows, there are so many people who come, not only the young, but also the old, the middle and the small.

Originally, she was with Ye Mo and a large group of them, but who knew that when she waited for the sugar silk phoenix, there was no one else around except Jian Cangwu.

"What about people?" She took a bite of the crunchy phoenix feather, which she hadn't eaten in years.

"I think you're slow, so I'm going to guess the riddle." Jian Cangwu looked at her with relish, although it was beautifully done, it was just sugar.

"Think I'm slow?" Shui Qing took another bite, and the phoenix's head was gone, "I still think they are noisy." But why don't you go? ”

"If it's just a lantern riddle like this, it's too simple." Jian Cangwu looked at the top of Shui Qing's head.

Shui Qing looked back at the lamp, "One, two, five, six, guess an idiom." ”

"Lose three and four." He spoke up immediately.

"......," she was still thinking. It turns out that I don't have the cell to guess the riddle, "Since you think it's simple, you should go, there are prizes." ”

"It's not fair for children to play." He was not interested.

Hey, she's not even as good as a child? Shui Qing decided to see the lantern riddle and took a detour.

"You're not going to buy a present?" He remembered that she had said that she would come back to buy something after dinner.

"You don't have to come with me." Men don't like to go to the store with people.

He looked around and said, "You have to find something to do." ”

Shui Qing didn't understand what he meant. Is he going to go with her, or is he going to go shopping on his own?

"Sir, buy a plum." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl wearing a cloud school uniform loaded with a basket of golden plum blossoms, "Our school organizes activities, and all the income will be donated to the city's disabled schools." ”

Jian Cangwu saw that there were many students like her in the crowd.

"Do you like it?" He looked at Shui Qing and asked.

"Of course I like to help people." Shui Qing thinks this is a good way.

"Ten dollars a piece." When the female student saw that the other party seemed to want to buy it, she immediately took out one, and the fragrance was clear in the wind.

Jian Cangwu touched his pocket, and came out of the hotel on a temporary basis, he actually forgot to bring his wallet.

Shui Qing saw it and said with a smile: "I'll buy it." ”

Jian Cangwu covered her hand with a big palm, "I'll buy it." ”

"You don't have a wallet, how can you buy it?" Shui Qing didn't understand what he was doing, "Isn't it the same if I come to buy it?" ”

"It's not the same. You go shopping first, and when you come back, I'll give you a plum blossom. ”

Because, he wanted to thank her.

And thanks need sincerity...