Unprepared for attacking wife

Chapter 177 Taboo in the Family
Cefalu, a charming town in northern Sicily.

It was a fine day. On the not-so-fine beach, there were no luxury yachts, no luxury beach houses around, only a few fishing boats, and tourists sunbathing in twos and threes.

There are rows of simple three-to-four-story high-rise buildings by the sea, with white walls and red tiles, and the walls are almost mottled. Standing by the sea, they are rough and lazy.

A white figure appeared in front of a window on the third floor.

Put the freshly picked flowers into a vase, put them on the window sill, turn around, and make a pot of coffee, the room is immediately filled with a strong aroma of coffee.

Sit down, put the cello in your arms, close your eyes, recall carefully, hold the bow, gently put it on the strings, and the deep and quiet sound of the piano sounded slowly.

Outside the door, someone appeared.

Picking up the coffee she just made, she walked to the seat opposite her and sat down, drinking the coffee, closing her eyes, and tapping her knee with the other hand in rhythm.

Slowly, the sound of the piano stopped.

A cup of coffee was just finished.

The old man opened his eyes and looked towards the other side with a smile on his face, "Kapian, I have already said that you are a different kind... This song is very nice, what's its name?"

Mu Mian put away the qin and said with a smile: "I don't have a name yet, why don't you think of one for me, sir."

Quinto rested his chin in one hand, "Who is this song for?"

Kapok turned around and stood in front of the window, stroking the petals with her fingers unconsciously, "A person who lives far away."

Kunto looked at her and said meaningfully: "Since I miss him so much, why don't you go back and see him?"

"It's better not to watch it," she said.

"Then it's called 'disappearing'."

After hearing this, Kapok turned around and smiled: "Okay, let's call it 'disappearing'."

Kunto stood up and put down his glass, "Yu is here, downstairs."

"Huh? Isn't the show over yet? When did he arrive in Italy?" Mu Mian said, and he followed Quinto downstairs.

On the first floor, there is an empty hall with clothes hangers at the door and a brown leather sofa in the center. The windows around are open, allowing the sea breeze to come and go freely.

Duan Ziyu sat on the sofa, saw the two people get down, stood up, looked at Kapok, "I like this song very much."

Kapok walked over and joked, "Frankly speaking, Commander Duan, you really look like a fan of mine."

Duan Ziyu laughed, "I just discovered a young composer earlier than others."

Kunto walked to the door and put on a white jazz hat, "I have an appointment with someone, so I won't hinder you young people... Oh, by the way, Kapok, don't prepare my lunch."

Kapok followed to the door and asked: "Have you brought the medicine?"

"Take it."

"You don't drink alcohol, you know?"

"Hehe... Got it." Kunto turned his head and spread his hands helplessly at Duan Ziyu, "See? She loves me so much."

Kapok handed him the cane, "Yes, yes, I really love you!"

Duan Ziyu laughed heartily. After Kunto left, she turned around and asked casually, "Do you want to have lunch together?"

He was very straightforward, "Of course."

Lunch was very simple, the two chatted while eating.

Duan Ziyu asked: "How did you think about the matter mentioned last time?"

"Forget about my level."

"Hey, kapok, how many times do you have to tell me to be confident?"

"It's not a question of self-confidence." Mu Mian looked up at him, "I found that I prefer shaping than acting."

Looking at her, Duan Ziyu shook his head: "You are just afraid."

Kapok looked at him amusedly, "What am I afraid of?"

"Afraid of passing on too much."

Mu Mian was slightly stunned, and he said: "Just now, the Qin was struggling emotionally, making people feel like they couldn't bear it, despair, helplessness, sadness, pressure, longing, hope...I'm afraid, only you can make such complicated things happen. emotions. That’s why, I insist on letting you play your own tune.”

"Maybe, someone can express it more perfectly?" Mu Mian smiled: "Wanyan is very good now."

Unexpectedly, Duan Ziyu shook his head: "She is too rigid. I admit that she is a very good cello performer, but she is not someone who can perfectly present the works of 'Star' in my mind."

Kapok lowered her gaze.

Xing - a mysterious composer who hides behind the scenes and speaks through music.

After a long time, she smiled: "Don't forget, she is your fiancee."

Duan Ziyu said indifferently: "There is no distinction between family and love in music."

"Why, you're so unkind when it comes to music."

"It's also because of this that you can trust me with the song."

Mu Mian choked speechlessly, raised her head and looked at him helplessly, "I really don't understand what Wanyan likes about you, dull and boring!"

After being criticized by her, Duan Ziyu was not angry, and said in a good manner: "Family inheritance, I can't help it."

Kapok took a sip of the juice and asked casually, "I seldom hear you mention your family."

Duan Ziyu looked at her, with an elegant arc on his mouth, and slowly replied: "I come from a musical family, and my grandfather was the first batch of musicians and orchestra conductors after the founding of New China. I also have an aunt, just like you, He plays the cello and is very talented, which is my grandfather's pride."

"Really?" Mu Mian couldn't help becoming interested when she heard the cello, "What's her name? She must be very famous!"

He shook his head: "No, she is not famous. It can be said that she is a taboo for our entire family."

Mu Mian was taken aback, "Why?" Thinking of something, she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, this is private, I shouldn't ask more."

Duan Ziyu smiled, "If it's you, it's not considered privacy."

Before Kapok could analyze the meaning, he continued: "She fell in love with a not-so-successful businessman. At that time, especially in a family like ours, the combination of music and commerce inevitably led to many topics. My grandfather naturally I don't agree. My aunt is also stubborn, and she left home after a big fight with grandpa."

Kapok listened intently, "What happened later? Did she marry that person?"

Duan Ziyu nodded, and Kapok couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Anyway, she chose the life she likes."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Mian looked at him suspiciously, "Now...she must be very happy?"

Duan Ziyu pulled the corner of his mouth, "She passed away because of dystocia."

Mu Mian's heart skipped a beat, "So it was like this..."

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, I just feel stuffy and a little blocked.

"My grandpa hasn't mentioned my aunt since then, but we all know that he regrets it."

"Regret for blocking her marriage?"

Duan Ziyu looked at her, "I regret forcing her to give up at the price of the cello."

"..."

After hearing this, Kapok thought that Duan Ziyu's grandfather was too pedantic and domineering, but it was inconvenient to say so.

"At least, she chose that man, and she also chose another way to make herself happy."

Thinking of something, she asked again: "Where is that child? How is it now?"

Duan Ziyu looked at her and smiled: "Like my aunt, she is very good at playing the cello. My grandpa doesn't say anything but he has always paid attention to her."

Mu Mian said comfortingly, "That's good. After all, we are a family. It's very pitiful to lose my mother since I was a child."

Duan Ziyu nodded with a smile, "Yes, from now on, she will have a good life with us."

After lunch, Duan Ziyu was about to leave, and Mu Mian said, "I'll take you to the train station."

Walking on the sunny street, the topic of the two returned to music. Duan Ziyu said sincerely: "I invite you as a friend. As long as you nod, I will specially prepare a concert for you."

Mu Mian turned around and smiled, "Zi Yu, I thank you for your kindness, but if you really consider me a friend, you should know my decision."

Duan Ziyu lowered his head and said helplessly, "Okay, when did you change your mind, come to me again."

The whistle of the train sounded in the distance, and Duan Ziyu was still a little worried: "If you are not used to being here, call me anytime, and I will arrange for you to return home."

"Okay, you are more verbose than my mother!" Mu Mian said, knowing in her heart that he really cared about herself.She is actually very grateful to have such a like-minded friend.

Duan Ziyu got into the car and waved to her, asking her to take care of herself.

Kapok was on the platform, watching the train go away. For a while, the wandering heart suddenly had an urge to leave.It was only for a moment, and he was comforted by her again.

Back at the residence, Quinto had already returned, reeking of alcohol.

While making the hangover tea, Kapok scolded: "I told you not to drink it, and you drink so much, you are making fun of your body!"

Kunto leaned on the sofa, his cheeks flushed from drinking, and said with a smile, "If I don't even get what I like, even if I live to be a hundred years old, I won't be happy."

Mu Mian listened, without saying a word, brought the tea over, helped him to drink half a cup.

Kunto looked up at her and smiled slightly: "Kapian, you are too harsh on yourself, life is not like this."

"My life is very good now. How many people would not envy me to be Kunto's disciple!" Mu Mian helped him up the stairs to rest.

He blinked. "You know what I'm talking about."

Mu Mian didn't say anything more. After helping him back to the room, he poured a glass of water and put it on the table, smiling, "Have a good rest. We'll talk about your illegal drinking after waking up."

Quinto patted his forehead, "Oh my God..."

Kapok held back a laugh, turned and went out.

At this moment, the phone rang, it was Yun Yi calling.

"Kapian, do you have time next month?" Without waiting for Mu Mian to answer, she announced domineeringly, "If you don't have time, make time, because I'm getting married and you must come!"

Kapok seemed very pleasantly surprised, "Yun Yi, congratulations! I didn't expect it to be so fast! By the way, the groom didn't change, did he?"

"I hate it!" Yun Yi said with a coquettish voice, "I don't want to get married so early, but there is no other way, we can wait...the child in my stomach can't wait..."

"Fu Yunyi! You married a child?!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly? My parents have scolded me for a few days, and they already know they are wrong!"

(End of this chapter)