Troublesome Things

Angela had no idea that her fate was about to be turned upside down, and her complacency and delight in her little plot did not last long.

"Did I hear it right, dear? you said Chris published a short story in" Marvel "and was nominated for a short story at the Nebula Award, and two more plays are about to be purchased by Disney Pictures. It has been many days since April 1st, hasn't it? " At the dinner table, Jared looked at his wife with surprise.

"I'd love to think so, but it's clear that April 1 has passed." Erin shrugged.

Jared took a deep breath, looked at the little one who sat squarely to one side without looking away from cutting his plate of Chinese food, and then looked at Jennifer who brought the soup, while Jennifer smiled and shrugged, "I don't know anything about that, sir."

"Well, now that we have a genius in our family, maybe we should celebrate." Dad spread his hands and thought, "No wonder I seem to have had an extra check cashing procedure last year that I had no clue about ..."

The thick soup that the little guy had just put into his mouth almost spurted out. He quickly bowed his head, scratched the plate two or three times, wiped the corners of his mouth and said that I had eaten, and then fled.

Instead of calling the panicked little girl who ran upstairs, Erin sighed and looked at her husband: "Our daughter has grown up."

"Grown up? Honey, she's only 11 years old. " Jared shrugged.

"Jared, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Chris is maturing so fast that it's not good for her growth." Elena still looked at her husband.

"Don't worry, Erin, she's our daughter anyway," Jared tapped the plate. "she's maturing fast, but I'm sure she knows what to do and what not to do, and you should trust her."

"Well, I hope I'm just thinking too much." Elena smiled and shrugged helplessly, then thought about it, looked back at Jared and said in an uncertain tone, "Honey, maybe." We can add another brother to the little guy. Or a sister? "

"Wheeze!" Jared, who had just sipped a mouthful of red wine, almost spurted out, coughed several times and then opened his eyes wide: "Irene." I wonder if I. "

"No, I do mean that I want to have another child." Elena folded her hands around her neck and said earnestly, "Chris is so lonely at home that, as she said, no matter how many friends she has, she can't stay at home all the time." Remember when we met Mr. and Mrs. Watsons last Christmas, the little guys were teasing around their newborn baby. If we had another baby, there would be a lot of excitement in the house. "

"But." Jared frowned slightly, knowing that babies are not easy to serve. These guys are privileged to do whatever they want and cry when they feel a little unhappy. even with Jennifer, the housekeeper and babysitter, Angela didn't give him good fruit when she was born-- of course, it wasn't Angela's business, even though the soul was an adult at that time. But the body doesn't simply listen to her.

Jared stopped in the middle of his words, and he looked down-- under the table, he could feel that his wife's wishes could not be changed, while Erin looked at him in her spare time, smiling at the corners of her mouth as if she had done nothing.

"Well, maybe. We should do something. " Jared raised his eyebrows and said.

The little girl who escaped into the room jumped on the bed, quickly wrapped herself in a quilt, then stared at the entrance of the room without blinking. As soon as she made a sound, she would immediately fall on the bed and pretend to be powerless, accompanied by a few gentle groans. She always does this every time she is afraid, and her mother will soften her tone even if she knows she is faking.

However, it is a pity that as time slips towards 8 o'clock, the door still shows no sign of opening. Angela is glad and wondered how her mother let herself go so easily. Puzzled, she couldn't help getting out of bed and listening against the door, but there was no sound.

"I hate waiting before the trial!" The little girl muttered discontentedly in front of the dresser, looked at herself in the mirror, glanced angrily at herself, then pressed her face and said viciously, "well, Miss Mason, what can I do for you?"

However, to be honest it was really silly to do so, so Angela glared at herself for a long time and then could only turn to one other side in depression, got up and walked back and forth in the room, looking particularly annoyed, she soon also found herself abnormal, could not help but sigh and sat down in front of her piano, opened the lid and took a deep breath before raising her hands to play.

The "Moonlight Sonata" slowly flowed from the fingertips, light music echoed in the room, making people feel as if they were in a quiet forest, walking under the bright moonlight, sometimes soft and sometimes clear, like a stream constantly washing over the heart, although not quite as good as the masters, but a different flavor.

At the end of the song, Angela sighed leisurely, and her irritable heart calmed down again, which was wonderful to say. Music and musical instruments, which she had no choice but to learn, have now become a good way for her to adjust her state of mind. You know, it's easy to accept rebirth, and it's too hard to regenerate women. this is not a YY novel. It's easy and easy to change your mind and accept a completely different body and life. That's nonsense, so she looked a little stupid from birth to the age of two, which worried her parents and even went to a lot of doctors, but the doctor checked and couldn't find out the reason. It was not until finally that the otaku's bachelor character broke out in his previous life that he became normal, but even so, he was still in a daze, absent-minded and inattentive all day long.

She herself knows that this will not work, so on the day she turned four years old, she asked her parents to find a tutor for her she wanted to learn to draw, in her last life as a geek to make money by drawing CG in the network, for drawing has considerable skills, just need to let people guide practice to recover to a good level, by drawing to focus on this kind of thing has done a lot in previous lives

However, after all, she was too familiar with painting, so although the teacher was surprised at her progress and praised her as a genius, she still could not get herself out of her trance completely, and finally she got ruthless, She also made the child's temper require his father to find a tutor to learn music, which was her regret in her last life. at that time, because she liked music and wanted to learn a musical instrument, she still could not even play the guitar on the day of her rebirth. So now you have a chance to try it anyway.

This test enabled her to discover the benefits of rebirth. In addition to her natural affinity aura, she learned things very quickly. Coupled with her previous life experience, she knew almost a little about music. Over the years, she could use almost all musical instruments from east to west. She was most proficient in elegant piano, melodious violin and crisp Chinese bamboo flute. Later, music became a part of her life, which not only made her fully identify with herself. She can even cultivate her character, for example, she can play the Moonlight Sonata whenever she is upset, play the violin when she has setbacks or things that cannot be decided, and play the flute when she is sad, for example, if she is upset, she will play the Moonlight Sonata, and when she has setbacks or things that cannot be decided, she will play the violin and the flute when she is sad.

"Well, go and apologize to Mom and Dad, and then let them take care of it." Angela closed the lid, and although she had made a decision, there was still a bitter look on her little face.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which startled the little guy who was just ready: "Little one, are you in there?"

"Please come in, Aunt Jennifer." Angela breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was ready to deal with the demon mother, she was not ready yet.

The housekeeper appeared at the door with a small plate with several refreshments and a glass of juice: "hungry, you didn't eat much at night."

When Jennifer said this, Angela felt her stomach growling vaguely, and immediately ran to take the plate with little stars in her eyes and said thank you for biting off half of a pancake. The housekeeper sat down with a smile and watched the little guy gobble up the snacks.

"Well, I know what you're trying to say, Jennifer. I understand. I'll apologize to my mother in a minute." Angela licked her finger, looked at Jennifer again, and said sheepishly.

"No, honey, I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Jennifer smiled and touched her little head lovingly. "Chris, I watched you grow up. I can look at you from another angle than my wife, so I want to ask you, what are you afraid of?"

Angela froze, yes, in fact, she really has to tell her parents what she has done, and it is no big deal. Anyway, she has been a "genius" since she began to learn to paint and play the piano when she was a child. So why do you have to hide it, or even deceive your father's signature?

She scratched her head in some distress, and soon got a general idea of why, but the question was how it could be said, so the little girl finally sighed and said, "I don't know, Jennifer, maybe I'm not confident." I don't know what's going on. "

"Well, in that case, don't think so much, and don't do it again, will you? Don't let everyone worry. " Said the housekeeper seriously.

"Yes, I see. I promise I'll never do it again." Angela raised her hand and swore earnestly.

"that's it, then," Jennifer touched her head again, and suddenly said, "but, Chris, do you really think I'm an excitable and crying woman?"

"Ah?" Angela was stupefied again, but then realized that in the script "made for each other", this was the description of the housekeeper on her father's side. in the afternoon, she told Nancy that she had adapted it according to the situation in her family, so.

"This. You know... Aunt Jennifer, the art thing... There will be. There will be exaggeration or. " The little guy explained at a loss, and the housekeeper stood up with a smile: "all right, little one, I know. Anyway, you wrote it, and you can do whatever you say."

Really, is this a tease of me? Angela bulged her cheeks and heard Jennifer say, "by the way, little one, don't disturb your parents tonight."

"Oh?" Angela raised her eyebrows, can you say.

"Well. They will be very busy tonight. "

Sure enough!