The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 22 This is what you gave up with your own hands
The door was opened at some point, Yingting Yuqing stood at the door with obvious anger in her eyes.

"Mom." Yingting Qingqian was taken aback, and hurriedly hid the pipa in her hand behind her back.

"Tell me what are you doing?" Yingting Yuqing glanced behind Qingqian, her tone was deep, with suppressed anger.

"I...I want...to start learning the pipa again." Qingqian lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly into her mother's eyes.

"Want to start studying again?" Yingting Yuqing put her arms around her chest and looked down at Qingqian: "Do you remember what I said when you gave up?"

"Remember." Qingqian swallowed in fear.

That was the biggest temper my mother had ever lost in memory.

Yuqing Yingting is a Chinese, born in a scholarly family, she learned pipa from an early age, because of her high talent and the guidance of a famous teacher, she opened her own concert at the age of 16, and she and Ying Tingze It was at that concert that I first met.

Later, the two got married and had Qingqian. Yingting Yuqing naturally hoped that Qingqian could inherit this classical music study, and Qingqian really deserved to be Yingting Yuqing's daughter. favorite.

Yingting Yuqing was naturally very happy about this. In fact, if Qingqian didn't like Pipa, she would not force her to the extent that Yingting Yuqing loved her daughter, but if Qingqian liked it, it couldn't be better.

It's just that Qingqian later disappointed Sakuraba Yuqing, just because Keigo Atobe is good at and likes piano, Qingqian wants to give up the pipa and switch to learning piano.

That was the first time that Qingqian contradicted Yingting Yuqing.

"For Jingwu, I must learn the piano." Qingqian sat down on the corner of the sofa.

"I didn't stop you from learning the piano, but you can't just give up on the pipa." Yuqing Yingting took a step back.

"...No way," Qingqian hesitated: "Take care of both sides, I can't learn well."

"Kingwu Atobe, Jingwu Atobe, your mind is full of him now," Yuqing Yingting was furious: "What about yourself, are you going to give up even yourself for him?"

"Mom, I really like him." The tears in Qingqian's eyes finally couldn't hold back: "Don't stop me from following him, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Yingting Yuqing laughed back angrily, "Since you don't learn it, then this pipa is useless."

As he spoke, he threw the pipa on the table to the ground with his backhand.

"Mom!" Qingqian stood up, and picked up the broken pipa on the ground with distress.

"Don't pick it up," Yingting Yuqing still didn't calm down: "You gave it up with your own hands."

After that, the mother and daughter fell into a cold war. In the end, Yuqing Yingting gave in first, and hired a teacher to buy a piano for Qingqian, and the matter gradually passed.

(End of this chapter)