My Empress is My Bad Girl

The message was sent, but there was no response for a long time.

Ren Qian was lying in her little bed, listening to the rustling of snow outside the window, and fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, she picked up the phone and found a message, immediately sat up excitedly and turned on the phone.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yuanjing who returned.

The simple five words made her face flushed red in an instant, filled with shame.

"Take care of yourself."

"..."

Ren Qian stared at these five words for a long time, until she couldn't help sneezing because of the coldness.

"Qian Qian, why are you sneezing?" An old voice came from outside the door, full of concern.

"It's okay, my nose is a little itchy."

"Put your clothes on, but you can't catch a cold. It's snowing heavily outside. Get up and go find your best friend to play in the snow. It's a good holiday. Don't be bored in the house all day long." Gradually walking away, "Children have to go out and run more so that they don't get sick."

Hearing her grandmother's familiar chatter, the blood that Ren Qian rushed towards the top of her head slowly returned, and her whole body calmed down.

She held her phone and slowly typed a few words: "I see."

She stared at the string of numbers, looked and looked, and finally pressed Delete, OK.

After doing all this, she felt relieved.

She jumped out of bed, wrapped her down jacket, ran out the door, and shouted with a smile, "Grandma, I'm hungry, what shall we eat in the morning? How about fried dough sticks?"

...

In the blink of an eye, it's the 30th of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.

At the entrance of the Yun family's small villa, two large red lanterns were hung. The light bulbs inside made the lanterns glow red in the dark night, adding a strong New Year's flavor to the New Year's Eve.

The only regret is that firecrackers have long been banned in the city, and it is impossible to feel the joy of the gorgeous colors in the sky.

But the singing, dancing and applause in the living room also slightly made up for this regret.

In the living room, Yun Dai was sitting at the table, kneading a dough, Tong Qiaoqiao, Yun Xiaobao, and Yun Chutong were all around the table making dumplings, Feng Fangfang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Feng Hao was sitting at the table. In the living room, she played the piano that Ren Qian envied.

"Feng Hao, you are so noisy."

Feng Fangfang complained about the sound of his piano, which disturbed her watching TV.

Feng Hao turned a deaf ear.

Yun Chutong laughed and said, "Xiaohao's piano sound is so elegant, isn't it better than your colorful singing and dancing? If you want me to tell you, turn off the TV and listen to Xiaohao play the piano with us."

"Pull it down!"

Feng Fangfang's face was tired, "How do you think he learned the piano to this point? When I was three years old, I raised his ears and sat next to him and watched? I don't know for the sake of practicing the piano. How many times have you quarreled, how many times have you cried, are you still interested in listening to him play?"

Yun Chutong smiled and said, "I am still wise. After Yun Dai refused to practice the piano, I wisely stopped learning the piano."

Yun Dai said faintly, "Do you think I will be grateful to you?"

Yun Chutong: "..."

Tong Qiaoqiao said with a smile: "Yun Dai only started learning the piano when she was five years old, and her brother-in-law was so excited that she immediately bought such an expensive piano and put it at home, as if Yun Dai would be sorry for this piano if she didn't become a pianist. "

Yun Dai said: "Although I'm too lazy to practice, Xiaobao learns well. Xiaobao, isn't it?"

Yun Xiaobao nimbly squeezed the dumplings and smiled proudly: "That's right, I'm the one preparing for the Coisman School of Music!"