Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1388, Section 608: Haruhi's Boomerang
Xiao Che had already planned to tell his mother about this when he got back.

Compared to his peers who were afraid of their parents finding out, Xiao Che was not without fear.

But what she feared most was her parents suddenly finding out.

So to avoid this situation from happening, she decided to tell her parents first.

Between the father and mother.

Without hesitation, she chose her mother first.

Because she thought her mother was also a woman, she could understand her feelings better.

Another reason she decided to come out early was that she wanted to seek some help from her mother.

Recently, a problem has been bothering her.

She always worried that one day she would have to tell Wang Xiaohu that they should just be friends because she was too distracted.

She didn't know if it was right for her to have these thoughts.

Of course, she could take the initiative to talk to her teacher and his wife about this issue.

But she had a premonition that she wouldn't get any effective answers from her teacher and his wife.

After lunch, the mother and daughter set off on their electric scooter to the nearby shopping district.

The sun wasn't as scorching as it was at the beginning of the month.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and there was a slight chill in the air.

The little car hugged its mother's waist, pondering how to begin.

When it came down to the final step, she realized she was still a little timid.

The mother and daughter chatted all the way to the mall entrance, but Xiao Che couldn't find a suitable angle to start their conversation.

Sang Ping didn't ask anything during that time.

It wasn't until they entered a boutique and saw piles of trinkets that Xiao Che had a small idea.

"Mom, are we eating on the second floor or at the entrance on the 22nd?"

Xiao Che thought there shouldn't be any problem with celebrating her birthday at home this year.

Sang Ping: "I'm afraid there won't be enough room upstairs."

Xiao Che: "It seems so, everyone says they want to come."

Sang Ping: "Who are they?"

Xiao Che counted on his fingers: "Xiao Bei, Zhi Zhi, Guan, Xiao Zhang, A Qian, A Liu, Ma Ke, and Wang Xiao Hu."

Wang Xiaohu was deliberately placed last, and the little car casually turned its head to glance at the little penguin hanging on the shelf.

“Last year he gave me a little penguin, the same two I used to put on the piano, the blue one is the one he gave me.”

Sang Ping: "The red one was a gift from the teacher."

Xiao Che: "Yeah, he's going abroad soon, and we're planning to throw him a farewell party."

Sang Ping: "He's quite capable."

Xiao Che didn't deny it: "The pressure is also great. The teacher said that he has to start all over again, relearn the language, and adapt to the local way of life. The way they pronounce musical modes is quite different from ours."

Sang Ping: "Is he going by himself? Is no one going with him?"

Xiao Che: "Aunt Xu will go with him, and he may only come back once or twice a year from now on."

moment.

Sang Ping suddenly asked with a smile, "Do you want to go abroad?"

The little car paused for a moment, then quickly shook its head: "Why would I want to go abroad? I don't want to!"

For a moment, Xiao Che felt that his mother might have misunderstood that he wanted to go abroad, so he emphasized again: "I just wanted to say that going abroad is very hard. You have to leave your familiar living environment and your good friends. He will definitely miss his teachers and us very much."

Sang Ping nodded: "He seems like that kind of child."

Xiao Che frowned: "You don't even know him."

Sang Ping: "How come I don't recognize him? He's come to my house for dinner more than ten times. Isn't that him? The handsome one, the one who always comes to the store with the teacher."

Xiao Che pouted: "It's her, but he's not handsome at all. He just thinks he's pretty handsome all the time."

Sang Ping: "He's quite handsome and polite. I like him a lot."

Xiao Che glared: "That's not how he is!"

Sang Ping's gaze lingered on her daughter's face for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Then tell me what he's like."

The mother and daughter walked out of the jewelry store, and Xiao Che recounted the items with great familiarity.

Xiao Che: "He was very naughty when he was a child, and none of his classmates would play with him."

"He would suddenly burst into laughter when the national flag was being raised, like a complete idiot."

"And before, whenever he saw a teacher, he would bar his teeth and charge at them, which led to the teacher disciplining him several times."

"And him too."

As Sang Ping listened to her daughter's indignant complaints about Wang Xiaohu, she felt increasingly puzzled.

Her daughter was never like that in her eyes.

For the first time in over a decade, she heard her daughter speak ill of someone behind their back.

Moreover, it was Wang Xiaohu, whom she defined as a good friend of her daughter.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, her eyes gradually filled with an unreadable smile.

"And Mom, he was quite reckless before!"

"Last summer camp, he insisted on finishing the competition even though his leg was cut."

Sang Ping: "A competitive spirit is not a bad thing."

Xiao Che: "Then isn't your body important?"

Sang Ping: "If he can persevere, it means he feels he has no problem. You are not him, how do you know if he can't persevere?"

The car was speechless for a moment, it seemed that was indeed the case.

Sang Ping continued, "Besides, you've talked about his past behavior. Who hasn't made mistakes? You were quite mischievous when you liked him."

The little car protested, "I didn't! I'm a very good boy, okay!"

Sang Ping pouted: "You're always climbing up and down, and you come home from school covered in dirt every day. You call yourself a good girl? Go back and ask Dingzi what you did to your dad's chef's uniform."

Xiao Che couldn't help but laugh. "I've done something like that before?"

Sang Ping sighed, "Don't talk about others. I've never met anyone more mischievous than you when you were a child."

Xiao Che scratched his head: "That was when I was a kid."

Sang Ping nodded: "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Everyone has a childhood. Don't even mention Wang Xiaohu, I think this boy is really quite outstanding."

Xiao Che felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and mumbled dismissively, "Okay, okay, he's better than me, isn't that enough?"

Sang Ping: "I didn't say he was better than you. You each have your own strengths."

Car: "Shout!"

As we passed a dessert shop, the car stopped. "Mom, I have a voucher for this shop. Let's go in and have some cake."

Seeing the exquisite decoration of the storefront, Sang Ping figured the items inside must be expensive, and her daughter would definitely not be willing to buy them herself.

However, she didn't say anything and followed her daughter into the store.

"Mom, please sit down first. I'll go exchange it."

In just a few minutes, the cart returned with a plate of six-inch cakes.

The mother and daughter took turns feeding each other.

The topic of Wang Xiaohu has also come to an end.

Xiao Che talked a lot about his plans for the second year of junior high school.

For example, the goal is to improve academic performance to the top 100 in the grade.

For example, you need to practice half of Chopin's etudes.

For example, to complete the recording of Czerny's 740 Etude.

Sang Ping listened quietly with a smile, still unsure of what her daughter was going to say to her today.

But one thing she was certain of was that whatever her daughter said to her today, she would be the best listener. The child wasn't a little girl anymore; it was normal for her to encounter some problems.

"Mom, just one last bite."

"You eat, Mom has already taken several bites."

"Oh Mom, open your mouth quickly. I have something to tell you after you finish eating. We made a promise at noon, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

Sang Ping smiled and opened her mouth, and Xiao Che playfully fed her the last bite of cake.

"Now you can say it."

Sang Ping pulled out a tissue from the table and wiped her mouth. "I promise I won't tell anyone, including your dad."

The mother and daughter looked at each other, and the little car raised its head and touched its nose.

"Hehe, I'm actually a little embarrassed."

"Mom, I'm in love."

After saying that, Xiao Che realized she was blushing, but she still proudly didn't lower her head.

A moment of shock flashed across Sang Ping's face, followed by an incredulous smile: "Who is it?"

The little car grinned: "Take a guess!"

Sang Ping looked like she was thinking, then told me, "Tell me when this happened first."

Little Car: "Summer vacation."

Sang Ping: "Let me think about what you did during the summer vacation: singing in the choir, going to Happy Valley, summer camp, taking exams."

"This range is too broad. Can you give me a hint? I can't even remember many of the boys in your class."

Xiao Che: "Then let's go to summer camp."

Sang Ping: "Of all the classmates you had at summer camp, I only knew a few boys in piano room number four."

Xiao Che: "Then let's go with piano room number four."

Sang Ping tentatively asked, "Is it Marco?"

The little car thought to itself, "Mom, just keep torturing me! You clearly knew who it was all along!"

"No."

Sang Ping: "It's not Marco, it's Liu Rui?"

Xiao Che: ".Ah Liu's full name is Liu Fengrui. Feng means harvest and Rui means auspicious snow."

Sang Ping made two "oh" sounds, then asked in confusion, "Who else is there? I only know a few of them."

Car: "There's clearly one more!"

Sang Ping exclaimed, "Who else could it be? Wang Xiaohu? It can't be him! You've said he's bad in this way and that way, how could it be him?"

Xiao Che sighed softly, his face full of resentment: "Mom, you're going too far. It took me a lot of courage to tell you this."

Sang Ping smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with my reaction?"

Xiao Che pursed his lips, his voice much softer: "Yeah, I feel much more at ease."

Sang Ping: "Then tell me about it, I'm quite curious."

Xiao Che: "You're not curious at all. You must be having a headache right now about how to talk to me about this."

Sang Ping: "You've made the same mistake again. You're not me, how can you be sure of my thoughts? And shouldn't I be curious about your boyfriend?"

The car is going to die.
"Mom, could you please stop using those three words?"

Sang Ping laughed: "Didn't you say yourself that you were in a relationship? If he's not your boyfriend, then what is he?"

"Okay, okay, my dear Mom." The little car didn't dare let his mother continue. "We're at summer camp."

For the next hour, Xiao Che recounted almost in hindsight how she and Wang Xiaohu established their relationship and how they gradually progressed to that point.

Looking back, she realized that there really seems to be a wonderful connection between people.

"He's leaving on the afternoon of September 10th. I might be a little sad then, but it's nothing serious, Mom, don't worry."

moment.

"Linlin, Mom will always believe in you."

Aside from that one sentence, Sang Ping didn't offer any further comment, only asking, "Does the teacher know?"

At that moment, Xiao Che was contemplating whether or not to tell the truth, as this issue might involve the relationship between the adults. So, in the next moment, she still chose to take the initiative to face the truth.

"The teacher knew, the teacher was very angry, but it seemed like there was nothing the teacher could do. In the end, the teacher gave us a severe scolding and then laid down three rules for us."

Sang Ping was relieved: "You don't have to listen to your parents, but you must listen to your teacher."

Xiao Che nodded: "Yes, at first I felt really sorry for the teacher and I didn't dare to face the teacher. But after the teacher found out, she was very tolerant of me, reasoned with me and guided me. During those days, my emotions were very unstable. I was afraid that you would be disappointed in me and that you would not understand me. It was the teacher who helped me through the psychological difficulties."

Sang Ping laughed: "At your age, you would have been a mother in two years if you were decades ago. What is there that I can't understand? Besides, you handled it very well. Not only am I not disappointed, but I also think you are very capable."

The little car's eyes flickered: "Thank you, Mom."

Sang Ping shook her head: "Mom has to thank you. Thank you for letting me know that you've grown up a little more. Mom promises not to tell anyone about this, but I also hope that you can tell me directly if you encounter any problems in the future."

Car: "Okay! I understand!"

Sang Ping: "Wang Xiaohu is leaving, aren't you going to give him something as a parting gift?"

Xiao Che became distressed, worrying about this matter: "The teacher strictly forbids us from buying gifts for each other that cost more than fifty yuan."

Sang Ping: "So what do you want to give him?"

Xiao Che: "I don't know either. He has everything, except sometimes he's a bit slow."

Sang Ping pouted.

The little car stuck out its tongue.

"Let's go take another look around, I'll give you some suggestions."

"Some other time, some other time!"

"What do you mean 'another day'? We're already out today, let's get up quickly."

"Well, I have another question."

"Talking as we walk."

"Mom, I'm always worried that one day I'll take the initiative to break up with Wang Xiaohu, for example, if I really get affected by practicing the piano."

"in the case of"

"Mom, I haven't finished yet. That's not my question. I know how to handle this situation. What I want to ask is that I keep thinking about this problem lately. Is that right?"

Do you really like him?

"Really."

"Why would you think about this every day?"

"I don't know either, I just suddenly thought of this question. Mom, have you ever experienced this?"

"No, but since you've thought about this question, there's no right or wrong. Don't worry about it. Everything has a cause and effect. You'll know when the time comes."

"Everything has a cause and effect. Mom, you're amazing."

"What's so great about me? Your dad is the real genius."

"what?"

Do you know how your dad pursued me back then?

"Huh? I want to hear it!"
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An hour later, Wang Xiaohu, who was filled with anxiety, finally received a message from the car.

However, the car didn't answer his question; instead, it showed him a picture of someone holding a Kapibala doll.

Wang Xiaohu: It's a bit ugly.

The car then replied with a question mark.

Wang Xiaohu: Where are you? You and your auntie...
Little Car: My mom said this is cute and asked if I would like to give it to you as a farewell gift.

In an instant, Brother Tiger recalled the scene earlier this year when he helped Xiao Che pick out a gift for Aunt Sang.

Then she looked like she was about to cry.

Sorry!
Am I out of my mind?!