Chapter 283

"Mom, this aunt is so poor. She still has a little brother in her stomach." Ms. Wang's daughter took Ms. Wang and blinked at Tang Xin. Her eyes showed childlike love.

Ms. Wang also stopped and glanced at Tang Xin's stomach. Her face also showed compassion. When she saw her daughter's face full of love, she sighed helplessly and pushed open the iron door. "Come in and talk about it."

Thank you Tang Xin was overjoyed and gratefully winked at the little girl, then walked into their small but happy home.

The little girl called Guoguo, put down her schoolbag after she got home and spontaneously sat down in front of the piano to practice the piano.

Tang Xin, who was asked to sit down, looks at Guoguo sitting beside the piano and plays the piano in a mold. He thinks of himself when he first touched the piano.

When she was still in the mental hospital, the only worn-out piano was from a mental patient who was clamoring to come. In order to make her quiet, the hospital had to pick up a ragged piano that was not wanted by others from the scrap Station, but it was such a piano that made her see the value in her body.

In addition, the psychotic aunt madly guided her, she played and gradually integrated into it, as if she was born to play the piano.

Later, her father didn't know why she came to pick her up and leave the mental hospital. She found the best piano teacher to teach her. Every day she came back from school, besides eating, touching the piano, the strict training did not erase her love for piano.

Today, the piano is a dream buried in the bottom of my heart, which can only be remembered and can not be touched.

Tang Xin was born to be more sensitive to the sound of the piano, and soon heard that the fruit was playing wrong. She couldn't help but get up to give guidance.

"Here should be the rising tone, and here is the falling tone..."

Tang Xin taught by example, played the whole string of notes, fruit happily clapped, "Auntie, you are great! Better than any teacher

"The fruit is great, too." Tang Xin gently rubbed the fruit soft hair, "continue to practice."

Fruit nodded, but always staring at Tang Xin lo, "Auntie, I think I know you!"

Tang Xin laughed, "Auntie comes to trouble your mother every day. Of course, I know her. Otherwise, how can anyone who doesn't know come into your house?"

"No, I seem to have seen you somewhere." Fruit frowned and thought hard.

Tang Xin thinks that she is childish, touching her head, back to the living room sofa to sit.

"Miss Tang, you seem to know the piano very well, and you can play it well." Ms. Wang brought hot tea and said.

Just now she found that Tang Xin noticed the structure of the whole piano, especially the piano cover, when she went to her daughter to correct the wrong tuning of the piano. She heard that it was the habit of a professional pianist to check the piano before playing.

"Just a little." Tang Xin took her hot tea and said with a modest smile.

"My daughter likes piano very much, but she has enrolled in a lot of training classes for her, and she has invited many tutors. She doesn't like it. She just doesn't want to change her interest, and she can't find a piano teacher who can teach her. She's a big head." Ms. Wang naturally talked about her daughter with Tang Xin.

"Maybe it's not your daughter and her favorite teacher." Tang Xin comforts with a smile.

"I hope so." Ms. Wang said.

Tang Xin observed Ms. Wang's look, slowly put down the tea, and cut to the subject, "Ms. Wang, can you consider what I just said? I really hope you can help Dr. Gu. Don't you think it's a pity that a person who should have been right was revoked his license because of this? "