Chapter 13.3

Chu Xiaoxiao looked curiously at the box on the chair and asked, “What is this?”

Liang Shuangqi, “My qin.”

Chu Xiaoxiao showed admiration, “Are you going to be a musician in the future?”

“No, my mother asked me to learn this.”

Liang Shuangqi added solemnly, “I won’t be a musician, I will be Jack Ma* in the future.”

*T/N: Jack Ma Yun is the cofounder of Alibaba, a very well-known entrepreneur, investor, and philanthropist from Zhejiang province of China.

Chu Xiaoxiao admired him even more when she heard his words, and couldn’t help but her little hands.

Liang Shuangqi remembered Chu Xiaoxiao’s forlorn face and asked, “Why were you listless just now?””

Chu Xiaoxiao briefly told him her troubles. The little boy tilted his head and had no idea for a while what was wrong, since he was an only child. He didn’t understand the feeling of having a brother, so he couldn’t come up with good suggestions for the time being.

He didn’t understand why she was so sad that her brother was lost.

Otherwise, should we post a search notice?

Liang Shuangqi simply changed the subject and proposed, “Shall I play you a song?”

“Okay, do you need to use the qin?”

Chu Xiaoxiao looked at the huge Qin case. She had never seen such a huge musical instrument before, and she was at a loss for a while.

Liang Shuangqi took out a piece of wool from his pocket. He fixed both ends to the side of the wooden table, pulled it outwards tightly, and said, “No need for that, that’s boring.”

As Chu Xiaoxiao looked at him in admiration, Liang Shuangqi took out a strange small piece of wood from his pocket, used it to lift the tight wool, and moved it left and right. And, it made a crisp sound after a while!

Chu Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened in disbelief. She didn’t expect that the wool could really bounce, and make different sounds!

After Liang Shuangqi finished tuning the instrument, he freely strung the wool with a wooden stick, and played a lively song. Chu Xiaoxiao had only seen musical instruments being played before, and he had never seen wool playing before.

At the end of the song, she immediately gave a warm round of applause, looking at the music master in front of her with bright eyes.

Liang Shuangqi said humbly, “I will use the calculator to play for you next time.”

Everything can be played, but the cello can’t.

“Liang Shuangqi, come here!”

The two children were playing with wool with great interest, but a thunderous male voice came from outside the tea room. Chu Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw an uncle rushing over angrily. He looked in through the glass, staring at Liang Shuangqi with burning eyes, still panting.

Liang Shuangqi introduced, “My dad is here.”

Liang Chen said angrily, “Why didn’t you send me a message when you ran around?”

Chu Xiaoxiao was a little worried, but Liang Shuangqi was still calm.

“I’m testing your mobility and urgency after losing your child. Can you say hello in advance?”

Liang Chen said, “I can’t say hello in advance, but I can let you call me father in advance*!”

*Implying that if his father smacked him when they returned home, Liang Shuangqi would beg for him

Chu Xiaoxiao interceded, dissatisfied, “It’s wrong to hit a child.”

Liang Shuangqi calmly picked up the cello and comforted. “Xiaoxiao, don’t worry, if he dares to hit me, I’ll call the police. If he gets imprisoned, I’ll come to your house by then to be your brother, so you don’t have to be dejected.”

Chu Xiaoxiao thought about it seriously. She didn’t think it was impossible. Liang Shuangqi could at least play with wool and calculators.

Liang Chen did not rush into the courtyard of the house, but waited for his son to come out at the entrance of the courtyard.

His attitude towards Chu Xiaoxiao was quite friendly, and he said kindly, “Come to uncle’s house another day, and your uncle will roast meat for you!”

Chu Xiaoxiao felt the upward energy of the sun in Liang Chen’s body, so she no longer had too strong resistance to his remarks just now.

Anyway, uncle has not been in jail yet, proving that he hasn’t done anything bad in the meantime right?

Chu Xiaoxiao watched the father and son leave, after which she went back to the tea room to fiddle and play with the wool left by Liang Shuangqi. She was also able to play the wool but she wasn’t able to produce the sounds played by him earlier. Still, it was quite stress-relieving.

Chu Xiaoyi had already asked He Xin to decline the offer for the variety show, but he didn’t expect that the chief director of “Generations of Our Family” personally came to invite him, and he persuaded him quite strongly. Director Li has produced many well-known and popular variety shows, and maintains good contact with major television stations and online platforms. He’s a very influential person in their industry.

Even if Chu Xiaoyi didn’t want to be on the show, he had to meet with Director Li and politely decline it.

I can’t be too rude.

Chu Xiaoyi said politely, “Director Li, I’m really sorry, but I don’t really want to expose my family. I know your team is very good, but because of this, the show would easily go up in ratings, which may seriously affect the lives of my parents…”

“My mother is a high school teacher, and she still needs to teach in school. In fact, it’s not easy to be noticed by too many people. I’m sure you can also relate to this right? My sister is also very young now, and the public’s opinion may have an impact on her childhood.”

Director Li touched his chin and said thoughtfully, “Because you had a bad experience in talent shows, you’re now vigilant about variety shows. Am I right?”

Chu Xiaoyi pondered for a few seconds, then simply replied, “Yes, I hope you can understand.”

Director Li said calmly, “Putting aside the factors of the show, let’s not mention whether you want to participate or not. What do you think of your family?”

Chu Xiaoyi didn’t expect the director to ask him like that. He hesitated and fell silent for a while, not knowing how to answer him.

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