"No, the teacher said I would be a little late." Hai Ziyu's eyes were a little nervous and he responded obediently to his grandmother.

Fu Fengyi would normally not notice this point of nervousness, but maybe she felt that her time was running out, so she keenly caught her granddaughter's quick, reluctant look in her eyes, "You don't like the piano?"

Hai Ziyu bit her lip. Her mother had told her that no matter what her grandma said or what she asked her to do, she must obey her. Because her grandma was already very old and could not stay with us for many years, she could not make her angry.

"Ziyu, don't worry. Grandma wants to hear what Ziyu thinks. Can the two of us be friends?" Fu Fengyi said in a persuasive way.

Haizi Yu thought for a while and said, "I don't like it."

"So what does Ziyu like?" Fu Fengyi asked gently, her bark-like hands gently touching Haiziyu's dark and beautiful hair.

Haizi looked down at the bow on her pink skirt, stretched out her hand to tease it for a while, "Sing, I want to sing."

"Sing." Fu Fengyi was worried. She sang like an actor. How could the precious great-grandson of the Ye family sing? It would be too unsightly to appear in public like this.

Children are always sensitive, and they can easily detect the psychological changes of adults. Haizi lowered his head a little lower, and then sat up slightly straighter.

Hai Ziyu just wanted to persuade his great-granddaughter to give up this idea, but then he thought about it, thinking that he was an old woman who was about to die, why would she leave such unpleasant memories to her family when she was dying?

Her eyes softened again, and she reached out to help Haizi smooth out the wrinkles on her skirt, "My child, why do you like singing? Can you tell Grandma Zeng?"

Hai Ziyu nodded, but didn't say why. He just repeated, "I like it."

Fu Fengyi laughed heartily, and the loose wrinkles on his face opened with his movements. The servants behind him stared straight-eyed. When did the old lady feel so good? What kind of wind is blowing today?

"Good boy." Fu Fengyi said kindly: "The Ye family can't help you decide your dream, but the Ye family can help you realize your dream. Go ahead and grandma won't stop you this time." She paused and continued.

Said: "But son, grandma wants you to remember that no matter what you want to do, there is only one principle. Never hurt your family because of anyone."

Her eyes were focused, and she returned to her previous stern look. When Haizi met his grandmother, who was determined to learn piano, the attitude shown in her eyes was non-negotiable.

Hai Ziyu didn't know what she was talking about. She was very smart, but she obviously couldn't understand this wise saying that contained decades of life experience. But she still nodded wisely, as if her grandmother had asked her to do what she didn't want to do many times.

Something like that, "I know, grandma, I will remember it."

The sun was just right, and the wind was blowing the flowers, plants and trees in the garden, blowing behind the grandfather and grandson who were sitting huddled together. Although one figure's back was very straight, it was still slightly withered, and the other small figure was protected in his arms.

With a melodious voice, Fu Fengyi sang the nursery rhyme she sang to Ye Qianmo when she was a child, "The little ducks swim and swim, where are they going? Where are they going? Mother Duck said, those are his children, and they are going to a happy place far away."
Chapter completed!