"This child can play ’Midsummer Night’s Dream’ this well, which means his fundamentals are very solid, but... when I listened to him in class before, how did he play like that?" Xiaomeng found it unbelievable.
"He doesn’t like that teacher, doesn’t like the classmates there, so he just deliberately messes up."
"Since he doesn’t like it, why did you let him attend that class?"
"That’s the best violin teacher at the Children’s Art Center. Xiao Ang is quite stubborn; he doesn’t like this teacher but still wants to learn, so that’s just how it is..."
"He’s truly the most insincere child I’ve ever seen."
Su Xiaomeng sighed.
Xiao Ang finished playing the violin, while Shuangshuang still seemed unsatisfied, staring for a while before realizing Xiao Ang had started packing the violin, and then belatedly clapping enthusiastically!
"Here’s your violin back."
Xiao Ang returned the violin to Shuangshuang.
Shuangshuang laughed, "This violin is my brother’s. If it were mine, I would definitely give it to you!"
"I have one at home."
Xiao Ang said, with a face of "I’m not impressed."
Shuangshuang didn’t care much.
The servant prepared dinner, with a large ham on the dining room’s long table. Xiaomeng hurriedly said, "That smoked turkey that foreigners eat, Shuang’er and Huang’er don’t like it, so we all roast it ourselves, the taste should be alright."
Shuangshuang and Xiao Ang washed their hands and climbed onto the children’s dining chairs.
Halfway through eating, Shuangshuang asked Xiaomeng, "Mom, when is Dad going to video call?"
"I don’t know yet, but I sent Dad a message; he should reply when he sees it. Eat your meal first."
"Oh, what about brother?"
"Your brother might not have time to talk to us right now."
"Will Santa Claus forget to give brother a present then?"
"Tonight we’ll put two socks at the bedside; Santa Claus won’t forget to give your brother a gift," Xiaomeng said.
Xiao Yan listened to this mother-daughter conversation and couldn’t help but feel it was so beautiful...
"Little Ang brother, you must remember to hang a big sock at your bedside before you sleep tonight, so you can receive a Christmas gift!"
"Okay."
Xiao Xiaoang actually couldn’t wait to rush home to hang the sock at the bedside!
He promised himself he wouldn’t sleep all night, definitely going to catch "Santa Claus!"
After dinner, Xiao Yan’s family didn’t linger, said goodbye to Xiaomeng and Shuangshuang, and left the Yin Family.
Before leaving, Shuangshuang reminded Xiao Ang, "Don’t forget to hang your socks!"
"Okay!"
Xiao Ang responded, and as soon as he got in the car, he asked Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan, can you lend me a sock tonight?"
"Why borrow my sock?"
"Your sock is bigger!"
"Haha, okay." Xiao Yan nodded.
Xiao Xiaoang crossed his arms, looking thoughtful for a long time, then said seriously, "There really is a Santa Claus in this world..."
Xiao Yan listened and smiled silently.
He thought, maybe he’s indeed not a very qualified father... compared to Su Xiaomeng and Yin Shixiu, but he’s also tried his best to give Xiao Ang the best he could.
Pu Yang glanced at Xiao Yan and said, "It seems we should often stay with Xiaomeng and them; they can impart a lot of parenting experience to us."
Xiao Yan nodded slightly.
"Su Xiaomeng is truly a good woman, isn’t she?"
"...Yes."
"If a man can marry such a woman, he must be extremely lucky."
"...Very lucky."
"Anyone would want to marry a woman like this... good-looking, cute and gentle personality, graceful manners, knowledgeable, with her own career aspirations, able to host in the hall and also cook well, a great mother, good at educating children..."
Pu Yang spoke softly, and Xiao Yan was initially just listening, but Pu Yang seemed to go on and on, and even Xiao Yan, slow as he was, could sense something, looking at Pu Yang,
"Why do your words sound a bit jealous?"
"Shouldn’t I be jealous?"
Pu Yang smiled lightly, looking at Xiao Yan...
"..."
"The moment she appeared, she won over your son, and even her daughter especially pleases your son..."
"Xiao Yang, talk about it when we get home."
Xiao Yan glanced at Pu Yang, implying that Xiao Xiaoang was sitting in the back of the car and that she should be mindful of her words.
Pu Yang took a deep breath but couldn’t help muttering again, "I feel your eyes towards Su Xiaomeng are not at all simple."
"...!"
Xiao Yan glared at her again.
Pu Yang stopped talking, gazing out the window.
The atmosphere between the two in the front seat suddenly became a bit tense.