The servants all turned their heads and couldn't help but snicker: Miss Xixin is so shameless, haha, Miss Yanran is almost furious!
After breakfast, everyone came to the living room, where Lu Xixin was already sitting there drinking tea.
Sheng Yanran was scheming and had already regained her composure. Her first words when entering the living room were to apologize to Lu Xixin. She was very sincere: "I'm so sorry just now. I didn't know you didn't know how to play the violin. My aunt likes the violin.
You are her daughter. I thought you were a famous teacher and professor like Yaqing. I found out later when I chatted with Yaqing..."
Speaking of this, she paused deliberately and raised her voice so that the servants serving in the living room could hear: "I just realized that you grew up in the country. Let alone learn the violin, you probably haven't even seen the violin.
Pass."
"It's not the countryside." Lu Yaqing quickly explained, "It's a small city."
"Isn't it about the same?" Sheng Yanran looked innocent, "I can't learn the violin anyway."
Lu Yaqing lowered her eyes: "Stop talking, Sister Xixin should have low self-esteem. Girls like us have been trained in music, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. Sister Xixin is already very pitiful without such an environment. Please stop poking at her."
It’s such a sad thing.”
The two sang and harmonized, and on the surface they felt sorry for Lu Xixin, but in reality they were belittling her and saying she was worthless.
Sure enough, after the two of them finished speaking, the servants in the living room looked at Lu Xixin with contempt and no longer respected.
Lu Xixin was holding a tea cup. Hearing this, he suddenly put the tea cup on the table, and the porcelain hit the table with a bang.
The sound was not loud, but it shocked everyone in the hall.
She doesn't like to engage in these meaningless intrigues, but if she doesn't speak out, people will think that she is easy to bully.
"Pity?" Lu Xixin chuckled, "I do think you are pitiful."
Sheng Yanran was surprised: "How pitiful are we?"
Lu Xixin looked at the violin held by the servant and said: "I have learned the violin for so many years, but I can't even play the charm of the music. The emotion of "Mom in the Dream" is obviously sad and longing.
, but you guys are having so much fun."
Lu Yaqing has always been proud of her violin. When she heard this, she immediately retorted: "Nonsense, it's obviously cheerful. This piece is about the little daughter playing hide-and-seek with her mother, and the interesting things that happened on the way when she was looking for her mother."
Speaking of this, Lu Yaqing glanced at Mother Lu, and when she saw her nodding in affirmation, her eyes flashed with satisfaction: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand. It's okay at home. If you go out and there are outsiders, it's a shame."
But it’s the Lu family’s face.”
Mother Lu looked at Lu Xixin with disapproval: "If you don't understand, don't speak. No one will treat you as a mute. Don't be too vain, pretend to understand, or make people laugh."
"Pretending to understand if you don't understand?" Lu Xixin seemed to have heard something interesting, leaning back on the sofa, and then laughed out loud.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what she was laughing about.
One of the maids muttered: "Miss Xixin must be irritated. She doesn't know anything. She finally mustered up the courage to prove herself, but she was exposed in public. It's embarrassing!"
After Lu Xixin finished laughing, she suddenly sat up straight and looked directly at Lu Yaqing: "Do you know who the author of this song is?"
"The little girl wearing cheongsam." Lu Yaqing was confused.
This piece of music is very famous, and it was composed by a ten-year-old girl. It caused a sensation in the entire composing world at that time. Many people wanted to take the little girl as their apprentice, but they could never find anyone.
Lu Xixin lowered her head: "Then do you know the author's real name?"
Lu Yaqing frowned.
Lu Xixin pointed to the phone and said, "You can ask someone."
Lu Yaqing didn't want to pay attention to Lu Xixin, but everyone was curious, what kind of medicine was Lu Xixin selling in his gourd?
Mother Lu was also very curious. She took out her mobile phone and called a well-known person in the industry to ask.
"Oh, are you asking about the author of the song "Mother in Dreams"?" A female voice came over the phone, "I'll go ask. It seems his surname is Lu, and he has the same surname as you."
Then there was a sound of footsteps, then a low conversation, and after a while, a female voice came: