allonlinenovel Chapter 13 A Lost Letter
Chapter 13 A Lost Letter
Number Two, Little Nangjun Amu, is not tall, but has short legs and is willful. He grabbed his mother's hand and said: Don't worry, Mother, I won't be unable to find a job forever.
My mother said: Having ambition is wonderful, but ambition is ultimately a dream. My son, you must know when to wake up from your dream and face the hardships of reality!
The older sister added: "Brother, there are many people in the world who want to work, and it's not something that can be obtained for nothing. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qiu Rongmu said: Ph? What Ph?! Vietnamese rice noodles, of course I know what I'm talking about!! (This Vietnamese rice noodle slang was also taught to him by Xiao Sizi)
Mother said again: My son, do you know that the Northeast, which you want to go to, has been a desolate and remote place since ancient times, and its civilization is quite slow? Why do you insist on going there to find a job?
Upon hearing this, Qiu Rongmu frowned slightly, looked up at her mother, and said with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "Mother, why do you always care about this place? It's fertile black soil there... Anyway, I have my own plans, why do you keep nagging me?"
The mother gently shook her head, her gaze tender yet tinged with worry: "I don't mean to hinder my son's ambitions, but I'm deeply concerned about your future. Your father was full of ambition back then, but he was still cruelly crushed by reality! I'm afraid my son will follow the same path. How can a mother not feel anxious? If you achieve something in the future, I will be at peace; but if your dreams are shattered, my heart will be broken too."
Although the mother's tone was calm, the heavy love and expectation she conveyed cast an invisible mist over the atmosphere...
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. The old servant opened it and welcomed in a postman. The postman, panting, presented a letter with both hands: "I just found a lost letter and brought it here."
Looking around the courtyard, I thought to myself, this was once a noble mansion, but now it is only a desolate place waiting to be renovated. There are no servants to serve, and the old servant who opens the door is almost retired.
Aye walked forward with faltering steps. Because of his poor eyesight, he leaned closer to examine the name written on the letter. After making a slight deciphering, he handed it to Little Wolf and said gently, "My son, this is your letter."
Although Aye's hands trembled slightly, his eyes were still full of love and expectation as he handed over the letter.
Xiao Nangjun Qiu Rongmu gave Si Zi a kiss on the head, picked her up, and gently placed her on the carved chair next to her, saying softly, "Baby, be good and sit here for a while."
Little Sizi nodded obediently, while continuing to pick at the intricate carvings on the chair back with her little fingers, a string of glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, dripping continuously.
Qiu Rongmu took the letter and couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly: "Why is this little guy always drooling?"
In fact, the poor little rhinoceros knew very well that although her mental state was unprecedented, she had no control over her small body after transmigrating into this form.
I inwardly groaned: Good heavens! My mind is mature enough, but my body is completely out of control! Drooling has become a constant feature!
However, I continued to play with the patterns on the chair back with an innocent expression, unable to stop, as if I were seriously studying the design art of this ancient furniture.
Hugo, one day, if I can control my drooling over this girl, I'll be a winner in life! Little Sizi then set a not-so-lofty ambition.
At this moment, seeing her son accept the letter, the mother's expression gradually brightened with joy. However, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and she sighed deeply, slowly saying:
Your father once dreamed of becoming a musician. In his youth, he played the guqin day and night, immersing himself in the study of music.
The older sister chimed in: "Yes, Father said the moment he came closest to his dream was when he composed and played music behind the scenes for a silent play. At that time, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to it."
Your mother then earnestly comforted you, saying: "Yes, everyone has dreams. Later, with the rise of sound dramas and live bands, the guqin was gradually abandoned by flamboyant entertainment. Your father's career suffered a heavy blow as a result, and he was depressed for a long time before he was able to regain his spirits."
Aye seemed lost in thought. Qiu Rongmu remained silent, deftly tearing open the envelope with both hands. Puzzled, she muttered to herself:
Why another one? This letter has no signature; I have no idea where it came from.