Just before Zhou Congee was about to close his eyes and sleep, the system suddenly appeared, crackling and talking about the information he had just found out.

[Host, I went to check just now, do you know why your mother is sick today, sure enough, it is Liao Yue's woman, she sent a text message to your mother, and she is really a bad woman. 】

Su Mianmian's sleepiness dissipated instantly when she heard the system's words, and her angry little face was bulging, and she knew that her mother would not be inexplicably sick.

"She's the big bad." Su Mianmian's aunt was reluctant to shout this time, every time Liao Yue contacted her mother, her mother would get sick.

Although the system is a little angry, it is more proud: [The host has seen it, I can inquire about many things, and I am your golden finger at the critical time. 】

Zhou Congee didn't understand what the system's words meant, and blinked slowly, still a little curious: "Uncle System is so powerful, but Uncle System, how do you know that the villain aunt sent a text message to her mother?" ”

[Of course I sneaked into your mother's phone~]

Zhou Congee didn't know how to sneak into the phone, his face was dazed, and the system didn't know how to explain to the three-and-a-half-year-old host, but fortunately, Zhou Congee didn't ask.

The main thing is that after playing for a day, Zhou Congee was also tired, and it didn't take long to fall asleep after muttering, and the next day was the weekend, but Zhou Congee had gotten up as usual.

"Little Miss, the piano teacher is here." After breakfast, Aunt Zhou led the piano teacher in.

Zhou Congee obediently greeted the teacher, and then began a morning of piano learning.

The piano teacher is a very strict old lady, every time Zhou Congee makes a little mistake, she hits Zhou Congee's palm with a ruler with a straight face.

Zhou Congee is not the kind of talented little girl, her chubby little hands have been beaten several times in a row, and tears are rolling in her eyes.

The system has been a little distressed with the little girl for so long: [Host, this piano is so difficult to learn, why don't you forget it? 】

"No, Ji Yangyang can play the piano." Zhou Congee's stubborn tears rolled in his eyes and didn't flow out.

Because Ji Yangyang can play the piano, Zhou Congee is also very normal to learn, if she loses to Ji Yangyang, her mother will get sick again.

The piano lesson lasted for four hours, and after learning, Aunt Zhou immediately came over with a small medicine box and sighed while rubbing medicine on the palms of Zhou Congee's hands.

"Madame is really getting more and more frightened."

Ji Yangyang's weekly porridge must be able to do better, and it must be better than Ji Yangyang, but every child's talent is different.

Aunt Zhou sighed again: "Mr. Zhou doesn't know when he will come back." ”

Zhou Congee's tears had been held back, but his eyes were still a little red, and he said very seriously: "Dad is busy with work, Zhou Congee has to take care of his mother at home." ”

Aunt Zhou rubbed Zhou Congee's head: "Zhou Congee is awesome." But he couldn't help but sigh again.

"Miss is still a child."

Liao Wen didn't arrange anything for Zhou Congee in the afternoon, and Liao Wen was in a good state today, Zhou Congee also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Aunt Zhou and went to find Lu Zhixi on the other side.

Mrs. Lu was not at home today, saying that she was going shopping with her little sister, and Lu Zhixi was reading at home alone.

"What story do you want to hear?" Lu Zhixi took out the storybook from the shelf.

Zhou Congee also sat on the sofa obediently: "Any story is fine." ”

Lu Zhixi opened the book and found the story told last time and continued to tell it later, Zhou Congee listened very carefully with his head propped up, and usually only Lu Zhixi would tell her stories.

Fairy tales are not long, and a story can be told in about ten minutes.

A story came to an end, and Lu Zhixi was about to turn the book to continue the next story when he heard Su Mianmian suddenly speak.

"If only I could be as smart as Brother Hee-hee."

Lu Zhixi raised his eyes and frowned slightly.

Zhou Congee propped his head, and his previously bright eyes were a little dim: "If I were smarter, I wouldn't lose to Ji Yangyang, I could practice the piano well, and my mother wouldn't be sick." ”

The little girl's series of words were mixed with a bit of grievance.

Lu Zhixi was silent for a while, and rubbed the little girl's head for a long time: "But Zhou Congee is also very smart." ”

"Not smart." The little girl was very stubborn: "Brother Xixi is really smart." ”

"I can't learn the piano even after learning it for a long time in the morning, if only I could be smarter, like Brother Xixi, I can play the piano and read stories, and then my mother's illness can be cured soon."

"I'll teach Zhou Congee to play the piano." Lu Zhixi suddenly spoke, he put down the fairy tale book in his hand and took Zhou Congee's hand.

Lu Zhixi also knows how to play the piano, but unlike Zhou Congee who was arranged to learn, Lu Zhixi was last year when Lu's mother casually asked what instrument she wanted to learn, and Lu Zhixi also casually replied to the piano.

It's so simple to settle, and Lu Zhixi didn't regret it halfway, and learned a few classes as a hobby from time to time.

Lu Zhixi's piano once thought that Lu Zhixi was very talented and persuaded Lu Zhixi to take a few more lessons, but unfortunately Lu Zhixi was not interested, and Lu's mother did not interfere in Lu Zhixi's decision.

The piano room is full of sunlight, and there are flowers picked by Lu's mother this morning in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lu Zhixi played a tune for Zhou Congee first, and Zhou Congee hadn't learned it yet, but it felt very good.

A song fell.

Zhou Congee was even more depressed: Brother Xixi played very well. ”

Lu Zhixi also studied one year more than Zhou Congee, but Lu Zhixi's talent is much better than Zhou Congee.

Lu Zhixi rubbed Zhou Congee's head: "The pressure doesn't need to be too much. ”

"We don't need to rely on the piano, the piano is just a tool for us to relax, just like playing games and making games."

Zhou Congee seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and hesitated for a while: "But if I don't play the piano well, my mother will be unhappy, Ji Yangyang's piano plays very well." ”

If the next time she meets Ji Yangyang playing the piano, Liao Yue casually says a few words, Liao Wen will let Zhou Congee compare with Ji Yangyang, as long as Zhou Congee loses, Liao Wen will get sick when she goes home.

Lu Zhixi was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "Zhou Congee, I'll teach you to play a powerful tune, you can play that tune in the next competition." ”

"But the teacher said that you must learn the basics first." Zhou Congee was a little hesitant, and the teacher who taught her the piano was strict.

"Do you want to be a pianist in the future?" Lu Zhixi asked with a sideways look.

Zhou Congee's little head suddenly shook like a rattle, and she hated playing the piano.

"Then we only need to play a song and win Ji Yangyang." Lu Zhixi rubbed Zhou Congee's head again, Zhou Congee's hair was soft, just like Zhou Congee's character.

Zhou Congee was also persuaded by Lu Zhixi, but...

"The teacher is going to be angry." Zhou Congling's little face was wrinkled, and when the teacher was angry, he would hit the palm of his hand, which hurt a lot.

And every time the teacher beats her, Aunt Zhou won't say anything, although she will comfort her when she helps her apply medicine, but she will also say what a strict teacher is a high apprentice, Zhou Congee doesn't understand the meaning of that sentence, but feels very wronged.

Zhou Congee's piano teacher was specially invited by Zhou Congee's father, Zhou Heng, who spent a lot of money and favors, and taught many talented pianists, so Zhou Congee, who was mediocre, was particularly clumsy in her eyes.

"Then change the teacher." Lu Zhixi replied without hesitation: "Our demand is to win Ji Yangyang, not to win awards in China, nor is it the main business in the future to play the piano, so there is no need." ”

Zhou Congee's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Lu Zhixi with admiration.

"But will Daddy agree?" Zhou Congee was a little dazed.

Although Liao Wen asked Liao Wen to learn the piano, the teacher at home was found by Zhou Heng, and then the teacher came to class every week, and Liao Wen never took care of it when she was sick from time to time.

"Uncle Zhou will agree." Lu Zhixi rubbed Zhou Congee's head, and he was sure.

The two families are close, there has always been contact between the elders, and with the relationship between the two children, Lu Zhixi and Zhou Heng have met a lot.

Zhou Heng undoubtedly loves Zhou Congee, and he is also an enlightened parent, and many things are compromised because of Liao Wen's condition.

Zhou Congee nodded in a daze, and Lu Zhixi also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhixi took Zhou Congee to practice over and over again, and he played the tune just now.

Lu Zhixi doesn't look at her with a straight face and frowning when she plays a wrong game like the piano teacher, and Zhou Congee doesn't like to play the piano so much, but he still doesn't like it much.

And the Lu family also has a small cake prepared by the aunt, and there is a small cake to eat after playing the piano.