CH 39.3

Only Teacher Cheng clapped his hands in support of the scene, and his tone was indescribably excited, “Genius! I didn’t expect you to play so well!” Though her playing wasn’t filled with technique, it was still really good. This kind of genius could be directly taken in under his family’s apprenticeship. He believed his father would also be happy to accept this child.

Teacher Cheng’s heart was tickled, and he couldn’t help but go up and regulate her movements. He taught her some simple and easy-to-understand basic skills. Ye Ya’s brain was not the brain of an ordinary child, and she understood everything almost immediately.

One of them was serious about learning and the other was serious about teaching, and the air is full of a pleasant allegro atmosphere.

Ye Qinghe was ignored by his sister for the first time, and he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He glanced in the direction of the two of them sullenly, sat upright, put his hands on the keys, and pressed a syllable.

“Quack, quack, quack… bop bop…”

The sound of bamboo boards overshadowed the sound of the piano, and Ye Qinghe continued to play unconvincingly.

The piano rang once, and the allegro clattered twice; one rang, one clattered.

Ye Qinghe took a deep breath and gave up completely.

The day passed in the process of Ye Ya learning Allegro, and Teacher Cheng didn’t remember his task until the very end, and he looked very embarrassed when he walked out of the house.

He looked at Ye Qinghe crampedly and said, “You don’t have to settle my salary today. I’m sorry, Qinghe, Yaya is just so cute.” Teacher Cheng just had his daughter, so it was just the time that he liked children. Ye Ya was smart and well-behaved; everyone would love her.

“I will come back to class for you tomorrow.” Teacher Cheng sincerely guarantees.

“No need, Teacher Cheng.” Ye Qinghe shook his head and refused, “Tomorrow I have to take Ya Ya to participate in kindergarten activities.””

Teacher Cheng looked embarrassed, “Then, I will make up the class for you two days next week.”

When Teacher Cheng finished speaking and was about to leave, the sound of bamboo boards came from the room again, and the little girl spoke in a fluent Tianjin accent.

“Here goes the bamboo clapper~ a little rhyme for the teacher and not any other. How amazing is Teacher? No one can be better! Come again next time, please remember!…”

Facing Ye Qinghe’s stunned gaze, Teacher Cheng forced out a smile, and left in a hurry with his bag on his shoulder.

Ye Qinghe stiffly turned his head and looked at Ye Ya, who was performing to the nanny and Ye Ziyu in the living room, and sighed: forget it, as long as Sister is happy.

He sat over and watched her “performance” with Ziyu.

Ye Ya played Allegro with her little hands for a day, and her fingers were red when she rested at night.

She was still working hard, and Ye Qinghe persuaded the little girl to go back to her room for a long time.

Ye Ya’s room was next to Ye Qinghe’s. The room had been renovated into a dreamy fairytale style. The bed was very big so she wouldn’t fall off no matter how she rolled.

“Brother, I want…”

“You don’t want to.” He hugged his sister to bed, took off her slippers for her, and wrapped the child tightly in the quilt.

Ye Ya’s eyes were clear, gleaming like two stars. She stretched out her hand, “…my hands hurt.” The allegro with a set of finger covers is surely easier to handle, but one would still be tired after a day of playing. Ye Ya took a deep breath and said coquettishly, “Brother, blow it.”

Ye Qinghe rubbed her and blew.

The clock in the shape of a cat on the wall was ticking, and Ye Ya began to feel sleepy. She rubbed her souring eyes, yawned, and closed her eyes.

“Good night, have a good dream.” Ye Qinghe kissed her forehead; the cat on her shoulder followed and kissed the top of the girl’s hair, and then left with Ye Qinghe.

The sleeping Ye Ya sunk into a wonderful dream.

She saw herself leaping above the clouds, back to the end of time, and saw her gentle mother and father standing in front of the hut.

“Yaya, come here.” The corpse flower mother with long hair falling to her waist smiled and stretched out her hand to her.

“Mom…” Yaya barked and turned over. She buckled her nostrils and began to mutter, “father, mother, Yaya, miss you, miss you in my heart.”

Allegro was well learned—she didn’t even forget to rhyme in her dreams.

**

The night passed quickly.

The teacher informed the parents that they must arrive at school at seven o’clock. Ye Ya was woken up by the nanny early, packed up and finished breakfast; she carried her new pink school bag with Ye Qinghe, got into a car, and went to school.

From a distance, Ye Ya saw three buses parked outside the school, presumably those were the vehicles that would drive them to the suburbs.

“Here we are.“ The driver parked the car on the side of the road and said warmly, “Be careful when you play, and call me before you come back.”

Ye Qinghe nodded and led Ye Ya to the school.

All the parents were standing outside, and they gathered in groups of three or five to talk about their families and children. The enthusiasm made it difficult for others to intervene. Ye Qinghe was suddenly discouraged, and flinched.

“Yaya is here, where is your father?” Teacher Liu’s shout made everyone’s eyes fall over.

Today, the two of them were wearing brother and sister outfits. The same white sweaters had a yellow smiley face on one and a yellow crying face on the other.