Chapter 4 — Go home

"Han Han is coming too? Long time no see. The older she is, the more beautiful she is." Mrs. Tran's voice was high-pitched, and after speaking, it certainly attracted everyone's eyes. "It's just that Han Han's way of dressing... isn't it a bit too simple? After all, she's a child, at a bright and brilliant age." Mrs. Tran changed her tone, familiarly starting to both praise and criticize. I lowered my head to look at the light blue long dress that was tailored to fit my body. There is no excess decoration, the fabric is comfortable, in the modesty there is a nobility that is hard to put into words, where is the simplicity? Hearing that, Mrs. Dao laughed softly, stopped me in front of her, and proudly said: "Mrs. Tran's words are not true. Our Han Han is still young, at an age as pure as a newly blooming lotus, so we don't need those flashy things to support the atmosphere? On the contrary, the way Mrs. Tran and her daughter dress is really very... solemn!" As soon as her words came out, everyone immediately looked towards Ms. Tran. Just in time, Nguyet Nguyet stepped up to find Mrs. Tran, wearing a pink Lolita-style puffy dress, her head filled with rhinestone hairpins, like a glowing flower butterfly. Mrs. Tran's face immediately darkened, she pulled Nguyet Nguyet's clothes, and said unhappily: "Who made you this outfit? Hurry up and change!" Nguyet Nguyet didn't understand why, but said frankly: "Mom, didn't you say that today you and I are the main characters, that is, we have to overwhelm everyone?" Even though children are not afraid of words, there were still a lot of chatter around. "Have you watched Chan Hoan Truyen too much?" Mrs. Dao coldly mocked: "Still playing competition between women, does the Tran family intend to restore the Qing Dynasty?" Mrs. Tran's face immediately turned red like pig liver, angrily pulling Nguyet Nguyet and turning around to leave. The opening of the party was not considered fun, Ms. Tran's face was always tense. To save face, she skipped a few parts and went directly to the "talent performance" part that she was most proud of. Last time, I played Dream Wedding in front of everyone for her. To create the atmosphere, Mrs. Tran even asked me to blindfold the piano. Luckily, I practiced too many times. Even though I had a few wrong notes, I still played smoothly. At that time, Mrs. Tran was extremely pleased, but still pretended to show the noble appearance she was used to seeing in everything. Now, it's the same situation again. Ms. Tran pulled Nguyet Nguyet's hand to the middle of the stage, full of pride and said: "Thank you everyone for coming to my birthday party. My daughter Nguyet Nguyet also specially prepared a piano piece, both as a birthday gift for me and also for everyone, thank you for your respect." Nguyet Nguyet sat in front of the piano and took a deep breath. The finger that had just placed down on the keyboard played two wrong notes. Next, the mistakes on the piano piled up, and the rhythm became chaotic. Guests off stage looked at each other. Mr. Tran shamelessly lowered his head to drink, not wanting to face the mocking smiles around him. Mrs. Tran's face turned blue, then white, completely exploding. "What's wrong with you? How could you ruin something in such an important case!" 10 Nguyet Nguyet was stunned on the spot by Mrs. Tran's shout, and three seconds later she burst into tears. "I don't like playing the piano, but you keep forcing me to learn from Dao Han! If you like her like that, why did you even pick me up in the first place?" As soon as these words came out, the whole school immediately became quiet. The story of the Tran family adopting their children had been circulating for a while in the world. In addition, most of the people here had seen me play with their own eyes last year, so everyone's eyes were focused on me. "Yes, yes, there is Han Han." Mrs. Tran seemed to be awakened, quickly walked in front of me, pretending to be friendly and said: "Han Han, didn't you also train me in piano technique before?

Today Nguyet Nguyet is a bit nervous. You are a sensible child. Please play a song to make everyone happy." This is a common trick of the Tran family, using my understanding to shield their face. Seeing me not move, Mrs. Tran's voice carried a natural trace of blame. "Han Han, mom... it's your birthday today, won't you help with this little thing?" Mr. Tran also came over, his voice not good and said: "Even though you're already here now." Adopted by the Dao family, we still have the gratitude of raising him. When you're young, don't cut off your own path." "I haven't practiced piano for a long time." I told the truth, receiving their aggressive and intimidating eyes. But Mrs. Tran clearly did not believe it. She put the wine glass on the table and said contemptuously: "What are you pretending to be? I told you that you're a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised well!" "I..." My words were stuck in my throat, even my fingers began to tremble. It's still the same. No matter what I say, how I do it, it's wrong. My explanation is wrong, staying silent is wrong, even talking properly is wrong. They only criticize me. I don't dare to accept their intimidating, aggressive eyes, before my eyes suddenly falls a patch of darkness. I don't know Mr. Dao. has been standing in front of me ever since.