mesbooks Chapter 118 The brother hit his sister again
Chapter 118 The brother hit his sister again
As evening approached, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky, like silken threads, casting a thin mist over the world. However, before long, the drizzle seemed to be enraged, growing increasingly violent, with large raindrops pelting the ground and splashing up tiny droplets.
"Oh dear! Why is the rain so heavy? Will Consort Qin still be able to come to the palace tomorrow?" Yaoqin stood by the window, looking at the torrential rain outside, and asked with some concern.
Su Nuannuan, who was standing beside her, was also watching the heavy rain outside the window, but she seemed much calmer. She frowned slightly and said softly, "As the saying goes, 'If it rains lightly first, it won't be a big rain; if it rains lightly later, it won't be sunny.' Although this rain looks quite heavy, it shouldn't last too long. I guess it will stop after a while."
Just as the two were talking, Cang Lan Jingcheng, who had been playing alone on the small couch, had quietly rolled to the window. He blinked his bright eyes, curiously watching the raindrops hitting the window paper. After a while, the little guy actually sat up on his own, waving his little hands and making babbling sounds, as if he was communicating with the sudden downpour.
Meanwhile, little Jingyao, who had already learned to roll over, saw her brother sitting by the window babbling and wasn't about to be outdone. She used all her strength to roll over and lift her head to look in her brother's direction. Unfortunately, she was still young and her strength was limited; she couldn't lift her head for long before it quickly drooped again. Honglian, who had been watching over her, quickly went over and carefully turned little Jingyao over, afraid she might accidentally bump into something.
Su Nuannuan sat quietly to the side, listening with great interest to the two children's babbling conversation. Their innocent and childlike voices intertwined, creating a unique symphony that made her smile and find it quite amusing.
However, just as she was engrossed in the conversation, she suddenly sensed that the atmosphere had become somewhat strange. The originally cheerful and harmonious exchange gradually turned into a tense atmosphere, with the two children's voices growing louder and their tone becoming noticeably harsher.
"Are those two arguing?" Su Nuannuan asked, turning to look at Su Yueniang and Honglian beside her with a puzzled expression.
After listening carefully for a while, Su Yueniang replied uncertainly, "Well... it can't be said that they had a fight. It's probably just that the two of them have different opinions on some things."
Su Nuannuan nodded thoughtfully, her gaze returning to the children who were still arguing. Canglan Jingyao's face was flushed red, her little hands waving incessantly as she muttered to herself; while Canglan Jingcheng looked serious, tightly gripping the wooden animal model in his hand, responding to his sister's words without backing down.
"Does this happen often?" Su Nuannuan continued to ask Su Yueniang curiously.
Su Yueniang pondered for a moment and replied, "There might be one or two times occasionally, but usually it's when we have differing opinions."
Hearing this, Su Nuannuan felt much relieved. She got up and slowly walked towards Canglan Jingyao, gently lifting her from the ground and adjusting her position so that she could be at the same height as her brother and have the same wide field of vision.
Unexpectedly, after Canglan Jingyao was held in Su Nuannuan's arms, the two little ones who had been arguing just moments before suddenly quieted down and neither of them spoke again.
Canglan Jingcheng silently lowered his head and fiddled with the wooden animal model in his hand, his focused expression as if he were studying every detail; while Canglan Jingyao seemed to have completely forgotten the unpleasantness before. Hearing the pattering rain outside the window, she excitedly danced around in Su Nuannuan's arms, her little face beaming with an innocent smile.
"You actually think the pattering rain is beautiful music!" Su Nuannuan teased softly, looking at her adorable daughter who was excitedly waving her arms in her arms with a smile on her face.
She turned her head slightly and softly instructed Jinse, who was standing not far behind her, "Jinse, quickly go and fetch my guzheng."
It turns out that Su Nuannuan wanted to test whether Jing Yao was interested in music.
Looking back, Su Nuannuan wasn't just focused on the guzheng. She had dabbled in and seriously studied almost all the common traditional Chinese musical instruments, such as the erhu and pipa. But if we were to talk about which one she excelled at the most, it would undoubtedly be the suona, which is known as the "king of instruments."
Of course, Su Nuannuan had also tried to learn about some Western musical instruments with great interest. However, compared to other instruments, it seemed that only the elegant and luxurious piano was something she could be proud of and perform on stage in large-scale events; as for other types of Western instruments, they were somewhat inferior and could hardly compare with the talent she showed in traditional Chinese instruments.
Before long, Jinse swiftly and carefully presented the exquisite and beautiful guzheng to Su Nuannuan.
Su Nuannuan gently placed her daughter on the small couch next to her, then got up and moved to the guzheng, sitting down gracefully.
She first gently plucked the strings a few times, producing several clear and melodious single notes. After confirming that the guzheng's tone was perfect, Su Nuannuan took a deep breath, her jade fingers lightly raised, and she played a classic piece from her previous life's "Journey to the West"—"Dance of the Heavenly Palace"—as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.
The melodious and graceful music began, like celestial music, instantly filling the entire room. However, Su Nuannuan was not completely immersed in her performance; her gaze remained fixed on Cang Lan Jingyao beside her, wanting to observe the little one's reaction to the music.
At first, Canglan Jingyao behaved very well, lying there quietly, seemingly listening intently to the beautiful music. However, as the music gradually reached its climax, Su Nuannuan was surprised to find that the previously docile Canglan Jingyao began to move. Her small limbs slowly and gently began to twitch.
Keep in mind that Canglan Jingyao is only three months old. Babies this age are usually just learning to roll over, but Canglan Jingyao is able to accurately follow the rhythm of the music, waving her hands and kicking her legs.
Seeing this, Su Nuannuan couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and delight. It was truly amazing that a baby only three months old could so keenly perceive and capture the rhythm of the music! Just then, to further verify her idea, Su Nuannuan decisively stopped playing.
Sure enough, as soon as the music stopped, Canglan Jingyao immediately stopped waving her hands and kicking her legs. Canglan Jingcheng, who had witnessed the whole thing, looked at his mother and then at his sister with a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding why his sister had become so cheerful as soon as she heard the music.
Immediately, he unhesitatingly unleashed his inquisitive spirit, as if wanting to pour out all his doubts at once. However, things took an unexpected turn. During their conversation, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, ultimately escalating into a fierce conflict.
More precisely, the conflict was started by Cang Lan Jingcheng. Taking advantage of his nimble movements and ability to sit up easily, he ruthlessly raised his hand and slapped his sister hard across the face.
Seeing this, Su Nuannuan stared wide-eyed at what was happening in disbelief. Then she shook her head helplessly and gently scolded, "You child, can't you talk things out with your sister? Why did you have to resort to violence?"