In the afternoon, a few elders from Fu family came, and Villa No. 7 was full of laughter and laughter.
Several elders vying to take care of two children, Gu Weiwei, who is a mother, has nothing to do.
Mrs. Fu squinted at the black piano placed in the living room and suddenly said what she wanted to say.
"I remember when you said that your piano is a good talk, do you want to talk about it?"
Gu Weiwei got up and went to the piano to sit on the piano cover and then moved the knuckles.
I haven't touched the piano again in recent years, and my hands are a bit stiff.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Happy, kids may like it," Mrs. Fu suggested.
Gu Weiwei thought about it and said.
"The Chopin puppy waltz."
After that, he reached for the keys, and the cheerful and lively piano sounded back throughout the living room.
Yu You and Sui were playing with toys, and they heard the sound of the piano curiously looking at the mother sitting in front of the piano. It seemed to have seen something magical and blinked.
But very quickly, I was immersed in the music, sitting on the mat and shaking my small body, very cute.
Youyou was using his hands and feet to climb to the side of the piano, holding her trouser legs and letting herself stand up. Looking at her fingers playing the piano, she was very curious.
She saw that the two children liked it. After playing a puppies waltz, they played a few cheerful songs.
Finally, Mrs. Fu got up and asked the author alongside her in front of the piano.
"Schumann's butterfly, will it play?"
Gu Weiwei nodded, "Yes."
“Try it together?” Mrs. Fu asked with a smile.
Gu Weiwei nodded with a smile, raised her left hand and played a small section. Mrs. Fu followed a small section and the two cooperated.
Fu Shengying, holding her little granddaughter, looked at the back of Mrs. Fu sitting in front of the piano, her eyes gradually softened, seemingly into a long-term memory.
Gu Weiwei and Mrs. Fu collaborated to play a "Butterfly". She looked at Fu Shengying sitting on the sofa side and asked quietly.
"At that time, his father was seeing me playing this butterfly during the celebration, and I chased me for half a year."
Gu Weiwei was the first time she heard Mrs. Fu talk about her and Fu Shengying's youth, and couldn't help laughing.
"That's not the song of love."
Mrs. Fu smiled embarrassedly. "Okay."
Gu Weiwei picked up Yuyou, who was sitting at the foot, and went back to the sofa and sat down.
"Aunt must be beautiful when you are young."
Mrs. Fu listened to this aunt and said to her face.
"The marriage certificate is all over, you really want me to wait until next year's wedding, I can hear you call a mother."
"The red envelope that we changed today is brought to you."
......
Gu Weiwei laughed and changed her mouth immediately.
"mom."
Mrs. Fu took the red envelope from her handbag and handed it over to her. "This is right."
She called this mother, and Fu Shengying coughed twice, as if to remind herself of her existence.
Gu Weiwei smiled and screamed.
"dad."
"Ok."
Fu Shengying took the red envelope from his arms and handed it over.
In the change of mouth called Fu Shengying and Mrs. Fu's parents, she looked at Mrs. Fu, who was sitting next to the red envelope waiting.
"grandmother."
“Hey.” Mrs. Fu’s eyebrows opened her eyes and handed the red envelope to her. “Although they are gone, but in this home, we are your backing. If you are cold, you will be wronged and tell us.”