Why it never ends

There was a brief silence in the attic, and everyone was silent thoughtfully, until Ding Xueyang suddenly discovered that Miao Miao was no longer beside the piano. She suddenly came back to her senses, looked around and saw Miaomiao standing on tiptoes by the bookshelf by the window, pulling something hard.

"Miao Miao, what are you doing?" Ding Xueyang stood up immediately, "Don't touch it, it's so dirty."

"It's not dirty! Even the dust is--"

Miaomiao staggered back a few steps. Hesta had already sensed the danger and stopped the bookshelf before it overturned. However, all kinds of books and documents on the shelf fell one after another. Miaomiao screamed in fright. Ding Xueyang and Ding Yuqing hurriedly After a few steps, one picked up her daughter and the other checked whether there were any scratches on the child's body.

"I told you not to move!" Ding Xueyang frowned, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

Xu Ruyi heard the noise downstairs and asked loudly what happened. Ding Xueyang hugged Miao Miao and left the attic while replying, "It's okay, Miao Miao knocked down the bookshelf..."

Ding Yuqing was about to leave with her sister, but suddenly she thought of Hesta. She turned around and saw Hesta squatting on the ground.

"Jane? What are you looking at?"

"This," Hesta picked up a bound volume from the books scattered on the floor, "Yuqing, come and help me take a look. Do these three characters read 'Chen Beiyi'?"

Ding Yuqing walked over, her eyes suddenly brightened, "Ah, this is my mother's undergraduate thesis!"

Then, she looked at the part Hesta pointed at, "Yes, 'Instructor: Chen Beiyi', what's wrong?"

Hesta was silent for a while.

"……what a small world."

……

The voice of Xu Ruyi calling for dinner came from downstairs. Ding Yuqing and Hesta went downstairs together. Miaomiao was running around downstairs, still holding a folder that he had just pulled out from the bookshelf.

"Why did you bring the things out?" Ding Yuqing stretched out her hand, "Give it to me and I'll put it back. I have to clean it up later!"

Miaomiao yelled, hit Ding Yuqing's hand hard, and started running wildly in the living room. However, less than half a circle later, he hit Hesta's thigh. The child fell to the ground and finally cried out in pain. Hesta picked up the file and flipped through it.

"What is it?" Ding Yuqing asked.

"Music score." Hesta replied, handing over the folder, "Handwritten."

At this time, Xu Ruyi and Ding Xueyang came out of the kitchen carrying dishes. They smiled and chatted until Xu Ruyi's eyes fell on Ding Yuqing's hand. She staggered and almost knocked over the soup bowl in her hand.

"...Where did you find it out?" Xu Ruyi said sternly, "Give it back to me!"

Ding Yuqing was startled by her mother's voice and handed over the folder in a daze.

"In the attic." Ding Yuqing whispered, "I accidentally dug it out."

"Mom, don't blame Xiaoqing, it was Miao Miao who dug it out," Ding Xueyang said immediately, "Miao Miao almost knocked over the bookshelf just now. We'll go up and clean it up later -"

"Grandma!" Miao Miao quickly threw herself into Xu Ruyi's arms, "Can you teach me how to play the piano?"

For the first time, Xu Ruyi ignored the little girl next to her. Her throat and jaw trembled slightly, her chest heaved, and the corners of her mouth tightened. Ding Yuqing was completely overwhelmed by her sudden anger, and she finally came to her senses.

"Mom, don't be angry. I just flipped through it without looking at it carefully."

"It's okay..." Xu Ruyi murmured, as if she was comforting her daughter, or talking to herself, "It's okay, mom is not angry, she is just anxious..."

Ding Jiali and Ding Guisheng came out of the room one after another and saw several people standing in the living room. Ding Jiali was quite curious, "What are you arguing about?"

"nothing."

"Mom, what are you holding in your hand?" "What Miaomiao dug out randomly." Xu Ruyi turned around and put the folder under the coffee table, "I'll pack it up later..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Ding Guisheng inadvertently. Ding Guisheng sat down without saying a word, seemingly not seeing anything, but the mocking look on his face disturbed Xu Ruyi's peace.

"What?" Ding Jiali had already pulled out a chair and sat down, "You guys have been chatting in the attic all afternoon... Is there a secret?"

"No," Xu Ruyi glanced at Ding Jiali reproachfully, "Eat."

Ding Jiali shrugged lightly and remained silent.

The dinner table became extremely quiet. Xu Ruyi glanced at the table and said, "There are still two pairs of chopsticks missing. I'll get them..."

As soon as she turned around, Ding Jiali looked at his sister, "What is that thing, have you seen it?"

Ding Yuqing lowered her eyebrows and said, "Stop asking."

"What else could it be? It's something left over from when I was young." Ding Guisheng said with a sneer.

"Something left behind when you were young?" Ding Jiali was stunned, then laughed, "What, a love letter written by another boy?"

Ding Xueyang frowned, "Jia Li, please stop saying a few words."

"Why can't you ask?" Ding Guisheng suddenly raised his voice, "Your mother was very fashionable when she was young. Her daughter was all over the place and she would write letters and make pen pals. Each writing would take up four or five pieces of paper, front and back!"

Ding Jiali looked at Ding Guisheng, then at Xu Ruyi in the distance, and finally felt something was wrong. He laughed and stopped answering.

Xu Ruyi quickly took out two pairs of chopsticks, placed one pair on his bowl, and handed the other pair to Ding Xueyang.

"How many years has it been?" Ding Guisheng stared at his wife, "Do you still have the things?"

"Eat your food!" Xu Ruyi glared at her husband, "Don't look for trouble!"

Seeing Xu Ruyi's embarrassed expression, Ding Guisheng became more and more complacent, "Am I looking for trouble? If I hadn't found out earlier, maybe several children would have no mothers now. The person who made you elope—"

"My mother will not run away with you even if you run away with other women three times," Ding Yuqing suddenly said, "Eat, dad, stop talking."

Ding Guisheng chuckled twice, "Your mother was——"

"Ding Guisheng," Xu Ruyi looked at him, "If you still think about it, shut up now and eat."

Ding Guisheng stopped smiling and filled his mouth with food as he picked up vegetables.

No one at the table spoke anymore. Miaomiao obediently took her chopsticks to eat by herself, but her eyes looked at Ding Guisheng and Xu Ruyi uneasily from time to time.

"Grandpa," Miaomiao suddenly said, "I was upstairs just now, and my mother told me——"

Ding Xueyang turned his head and said, "Don't talk while eating!"

Miaomiao trembled in fright, and her mouth slowly formed an inverted U.

"What did you say?" Ding Guisheng glanced at his daughter, "You said you wanted to learn piano?"

"Children are just talking for fun," Ding Xueyang said softly, "Tomorrow I will be yelling about learning something else."

"Let's learn. We have a free piano teacher at home. Why should we pay tuition to outsiders?" Ding Guisheng narrowed his eyes in a sinister manner. "When your mother is happy, she will also write a "Third Area Suite" for Miao Miao. "——"