The rain was still falling, and Ming Ling came out with a plate of cake. The delicate cream and fluffy cake weaved a wonderful enjoyment for the taste buds.
"Baby, where's Carlos? Why did he disappear in a while? He hadn't eaten the cake yet.”Ming Ling looked at the rain outside." Why didn't you let him come in to play? It's raining so heavily."”
Su Qingjia came back to her senses and closed the box." Carlos left. He still has something to do tonight."”Seeing that Ming Ling still wanted to say something, Su Qingjia quickly pushed Ming Ling's back." Aiyo, Mommy, my beauty, hurry up and go in. It's okay." I'll eat this cake for him. It's all the same.”
Ming Ling could only give up.
At around nine o'clock, all the guests had left. Su Qingjia helped tidy up the living room and returned to his room.
She didn't open the other gifts, and the chain around her wrist was slightly hot.
To her, this was a simple bracelet. If a plagiarized design was worn by a diplomat's daughter, she would be laughed at and even disrespect the original designer.
To Carlos, this was an expensive and thoughtful gift. He braved the heavy rain and carefully placed it in his arms, not allowing it to be affected at all.
Perhaps in order to save enough money, Carlos gave up the football newspaper he liked, gave up the jersey he wanted to buy, and gave up a lot. In the end, he treated this gift as a treasure and presented it to her, just for her smile.
He didn't know much about design, but he knew that the bracelet was beautiful.
However, she had too many beautiful bracelets, and every one of them was very precious. Her good family background allowed her to enjoy a luxurious life in the eyes of ordinary people.
Her grandmother, Sonia, gave her a pearl necklace this time. It was decorated with tiny diamonds and wrapped in a delicate gift in Tiffany blue. The bracelet that Carlos had sent over was not even a fraction of its value.
But she felt that it was very precious.
She suddenly understood the meaning of a very old saying that she had seen before-to the world, you are a person; But to someone, you are their whole world.
Su Qingjia felt that his eyes were a little wet, and salty tears dripped to the corner of his mouth.
This youth had cut open his heart for her to see. A flower had bloomed on his desolate and uninhabited ice field.
*
In Barcelona, time always passed quickly. In a flash, the summer breeze swept through again. The silent bronze statue of Colombo looked at the Sagrada Family Cathedral, and the Batllo apartment continued to narrate the story of the dragon slaying.
Su Qingjia was playing the piano in confusion.
After her rebirth, everything seemed normal. Other than the little golden retriever she met by accident, there was only the piano in front of her.
In her previous life, the piano was only a specialty. Just like the children in the future, which one of them didn't know how to play a musical instrument? The piano was just an ordinary thing. She did not take the piano seriously. She only played it in her spare time to entertain the public. She preferred a free life, or else she wouldn't have become a freelance writer.
But in this life, under Ming Ling's intentional guidance, she suddenly felt lost. Did she like the piano? Was she going to develop well in this area in the future? What kind of path was she going to take in the future?
She was not a real child. Watching Carlos work hard for his football dream, she suddenly realized that she needed to start thinking about these things.
With her rich experience from her previous life, she could indeed avoid detours in certain aspects, but this did not mean that she knew how to walk her own path.
Life was full of possibilities. Just like Forrest Gump said, you never know what the next chocolate will taste like.
Su Qingjia knocked on the piano in frustration and pouted as she lay on the cover.
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you tired?" Ming Ling ran over and touched her daughter's soft hair. "Are you feeling unwell? Quickly tell Mommy."
Su Qingjia bit her lower lip and raised her head. Her watery eyes were filled with confusion."Mom, why did you learn the piano in the first place?”She wanted to find an answer from her mother.
Ming Ling did not expect her to ask this. She thought for a moment and said,"The first time Mom learned the piano was because the etiquette teacher insisted that she had to learn it. Otherwise, she would hit my palm.”Ming Ling was lost in her memories as she gently stroked her daughter's head." The etiquette teacher your grandfather hired back then was very fierce. I still remember how painful it was when she hit someone. Learning the piano was a compulsory course. At that time, I learned it with my two brothers. Because I was young, I played the worst.”
"Then why did you like the piano so much later?”In Su Qingjia's memory, Ming Ling always liked to buy a lot of classical music records. As long as she was at home, the melodious sound of the piano never stopped, and the jumping notes entered everyone's ears.
Ming Ling lowered her head and smiled. Her smile was very beautiful. After so many years, time had taken away his youth, but when she smiled, she was still the " flower of the orchestra " in the photo."Later on, when I grew up, I volunteered to perform the piano during a school anniversary. When I bowed, I received the first bouquet of flowers in my life. Then, I felt that playing the piano was really good, even though I was so nervous when I played it that I even played the wrong note.”
"Later on, the more I studied, the more I liked the piano. The king of musical instruments has the charm to conquer everyone, as long as you put your heart into it.”Ming Ling tapped on the black and white keys." Bella, I'm not forcing you to take the piano path. I'm only letting you learn in the hope that when you move forward in the future, you'll have one more choice and one more specialty than others. I only hope that you can be happy. That's good.”
"Then what do you think the piano is to you?”Su Qingjia asked.
Ming Ling frowned and bit the corner of her mouth. Finally, she said solemnly,"It's an indispensable part of my life. Bella, it's not just a tool for me to make a living. My childhood and youth are all intertwined with it. It's my memory.”Ming Ling smiled brightly and sweetly." Also, if I didn't learn piano and didn't embark on this path, I wouldn't have come to China with the orchestra, met your father, and you wouldn't have existed." Can you understand?"
Su Qingjia nodded. Then, he thought of something and asked mischievously,"Mom, are you sure you received the flowers because you play the piano well and not because you're beautiful?”
Ming Ling was speechless.
Looking at her mother who walked away with an embarrassed face, Su Qingjia climbed the scales. Actually, learning piano was not bad. She also liked this important medium that brought her to this world.
*
After a series of tests, Su Qingjia was allowed to advance to the sixth grade. She was so happy that she went crazy, completely ignoring the elegance of a lady. Finally, she was going to leave the second year who only knew addition and subtract to the sixth year who only knew hybrid arithmetic. Her master's degree in Cambridge was a big step forward.
In the face of Liu Mengya's reluctance to part, she expressed her sadness and expressed that she didn't want to leave her either. She also wanted to be with her until the mountains had no edges and the world was united. However, her parents wanted to be the Queen Mother who broke up the lovebirds, so she really had no choice. However, you can still come to the sixth grade to see me often, hahaha.
Then, she quietly changed Minnie's school bag for a simple and elegant one.
Oh my god, do you know how much courage it takes to carry a Minnie bag?
Carlos was in training. His increasingly perfect ball control skills made him a genius of La Masia. His skills were as outstanding as his face.
He strictly carried out the coach's training requirements and trained every quality. Every time he had a physical examination, he would always humbly ask the team doctor and coach for data.
He had already broken the record for the fifty-meter speed test several times, but he was still breaking through.
Everyone could see his hard work.
Carlos was never like the younger students who treated training as a tough job and always found excuses to escape. He was also unlike the older students who did nothing after training, fooling around and fighting.
He studied hard every day, and he gave the perfect answers to both the school and La Masia.
He told himself that he wanted to be a man worthy of Vela, but to achieve this goal, he had no other way than football.
He knew that Bella would skip to the sixth grade next semester. Just like him, he had to work hard to not be left behind by her.
This week, he needed to play a match. If his results were good, he would be transferred to U14. This result was not about the outcome of the two sides, but how much he could play in this game.
Carlos bounced the ball high and made a perfect header.
Soon, it was Saturday. La Masia's artificial turf was crowded with people early. The coach divided them into two teams, one in yellow and the other in red.
Carlos chose number three to play as a midfielder.
"Carlos, go! Carlos, you can do it!" Su Qingjia shouted from the sidelines. Carlos hoped that Bella could witness his rise. He wanted to show Bella his strength.
He looked outside the arena and nodded heavily.
The whistle sounded and the match began. Carlos 'expression became extremely serious. His blue-gray eyes paid close attention to every move on the field. He had trained for half a year for this game. He had to show everyone his football philosophy.
However, for five minutes after the start of the game, Carlos only ran in the midfield. He did not have the slightest sense of presence on the field. Even if he did not rest for a moment, football, the focus of the sport, never met him.
No one passed the ball to him.
Ten minutes later, the coach requested a break and called the yellow team over. The red team adjusted themselves.
"You guys are a team, why don't you give the number 3 ball?”Bernajis asked directly. He was very angry. This gentle coach rarely got angry.
The U14 team member lowered his head and said nothing.
"I don't want this to happen in the next game. You have 11 players, not 10!”Bernajs threw his coat on the chair." Carlos, you deal with it yourself!”
Carlos looked at the players. There was competition all the time. He knew why they did not give him the ball. No one wanted a talented player to step on his body and advance.
Carlos raised his head, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.
The game resumed and Carlos began to run. This time, he only focused on the Red Team's flaws. Finally, he successfully intercepted the ball.
Relying on his extraordinary speed and strong physical strength, he ran from a long distance and finally shot.
He was like a burning flame, and no one could stop him.
The referee blew the whistle. 0.
Carlos turned around and smiled at the stands. Then he gave the yellow team member the middle finger.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。