Chapter 2 — Go home

No one has ever said such things to me, as if I only needed to be a girl to be able to be loved. "It's because I'm too hasty. The wife is right, Han Han is our daughter, no matter who she is, we can't let her suffer any resentment." Mr. Dao heartbrokenly hugged Mrs. Dao and me. His large, warm embrace is like a safe harbor. Mr. Dao said: "We are family, we will always firmly stand by your side." I couldn't help but cry, raised my hand to wipe Mrs. Dao's tears, and said seriously: "Thank you, aunt and uncle." Thank you for making me feel loved.05The Dao family prepared two rooms for me. One classic, one modern. The designers are opposites, Ms. Dao designs a modern apartment, Mr. Dao designs a classic apartment. I stood quietly next to the room, looking at the room. "Han Han, these two rooms are gifts we give you. You can like classic, you can also like modern. We also specially left an empty room downstairs for you. Later, when you have the style you like, you can design it yourself." Mrs. Dao's eyes gently fell on me and softly said: "You don't need to change your preferences to please anyone, even if it's us." I looked at her blankly, my eye sockets suddenly getting a little hot. It seemed like they weren't planning on trimming me into the shape they wanted, but rather giving me a piece of land, letting me grow into my own shape. “So… can you live in this house first?” I took a deep breath and walked to the door of that elegant, classic room. Mrs. Dao immediately smiled, a very bright light flashing in her eyes. She said: "Of course. If you get bored, you can change at any time. In this house, you will always have space to choose." The Dao couple did not have intentionally sweet words, nor did they have exaggerated body movements, but the chemistry and tolerance flowing in the atmosphere made people more shocked than any words. Previously at the Tran family, at Mrs. Tran's parties, I met many couples with dissatisfied faces. Even Mr. Tran and Mrs. Tran, a couple famous for their lovemaking in the world, will criticize each other and sarcastically mock each other over a trivial matter. Mrs. Tran likes pink, even Mr. Tran's office is pink. Every day she asked Mr. Tran to wear all kinds of pink ties. Before going out, Mr. Tran wore the pink tie that Mrs. Tran liked, and took it off when he went out the door. One time, when Mrs. Tran discovered her when she brought lunch to the company, she caused a riot in the company, going everywhere declaring that Mr. Tran didn't love her anymore. Mr. Tran couldn't stand it anymore and blamed her: "You have to have moderation for being unreasonable!" I used to think that adult marriage is endless patience, love is turning the other person into the look you want. But Mr. Dao and Mrs. Dao didn't seem like that.06After settling in, the Dao family was in no hurry to take me to school. Mrs. Dao is a painter and calligrapher, and often takes me to art exchanges. No matter how busy Mr. Dao is, he will always take time to walk with us on weekends. One time in the park, I heard the sound of a violin and turned my head to look for a long time. The next day, Mrs. Dao took me to the piano store. The old lady who played the instrument skillfully was also there. She taught me how to play the bow, listened to me play a few notes, then turned around and said to Mrs. Dao: "This child has a natural talent, I am willing to teach her." Mrs. Dao did not immediately agree, she squatted down and asked me first: "Han Han, do you want to learn?" I didn't answer right away. I used to study piano at the Tran family's house. At that time, Mrs. Tran bragged in front of everyone, saying that within half a year I could take the exam to level 10. After that she stared every day

I practice. Eight hours a day, I practice to the point where my hands shake and I'm scared to see the keys. Mrs. Tran did not know that there were only two opportunities to take the piano exam a year. Although level jumping is allowed, candidates registering for the first time cannot exceed high school level. She lost face in front of the rich ladies, so she remembered that she had to exchange another child from the orphanage to adopt. "I am willing to study." I said softly: "But I don't need to take the entrance exam, is that okay?" Ms. Dao grabbed my hand: "Who said that after studying, you have to take the exam? I'm willing to study because I like it, not because I have to prove anything." I nodded. From then on, three times a week, Mrs. Dao took me to the piano store. The old lady did not teach me the music for the entrance exam, nor did she force me to memorize the music. She only told me to close my eyes and listen, then put my hands on the strings. Nguyet Nguyet also studied at this guitar shop. She studied piano, violin, dancing, and painting. The things Mrs. Tran chose for her were all "noble items", but she couldn't learn any of them for long. Practicing the piano makes you feel your hands hurt, dancing makes you feel tired, painting makes you feel like you can't sit still. Every time she got angry, Mrs. Tran was by her side to reconcile: "You're a child, if you interact a little more, you'll be fine when you grow up."07 Learning to play the piano is progressing very smoothly. Mr. Dao and Mrs. Dao started talking to me that it was time to go to school.