Chapter 1567 - 906: Heard Better, Someone Else’s Sister (3 Updates)
Chapter 1567: Chapter 906: Heard Better, Someone Else’s Sister (3 Updates)
Jiang Xiaowai was already annoyed, and then got hit by his dad’s sharp tongue. Consequently, when Tang Wan asked him to help pick vegetables, the little guy almost messed up the entire Fan Family’s vegetable garden and got kicked out.
The little guy ran off to play outside and didn’t return for a long time, so Tang Wan asked Jiang Jinsang to quickly go find him.
"Did he go to play by the river?" There’s a river behind the Fan Family’s house, and in the summer, it tends to be troublesome.
"I’ll go search."
When Jiang Jinsang went out, he indeed found Jiang Xiaowai by the river, surrounded by a bunch of kids from the neighborhood. "Don’t play by the river, go home quickly."
The riverbank is still dangerous. A bunch of kids must have sneaked out without their parents noticing, and bolted when they saw Jiang Jinsang approaching.
However, Jiang Xiaowai ended up with a lobster, which he led home on a string.
"Where did this lobster come from?" Tang Wan frowned. The lobster was out of the water, sunbathing under the sun, being dragged forcibly by the little guy, and seemed to be dying.
"A big brother just gave it to me." Jiang Xiaowai looked at Tang Wan earnestly. "Mom, can I keep it? It can be friends with Wansui."
"..."
The Wansui he mentioned was Lord Wansui, the turtle who had undergone no small amount of torment in Jiang Xiaowai’s hands.
Several times, it teetered on the brink of life and death.
Lobster and turtle as friends? Tang Wan furrowed her brow but hesitated to discourage her son.
She found a basin, filled it with water, and let him put the lobster in it. Then everyone prepared to eat.
**
Today, apart from the Fan Family’s grandpa and his caretaker, only Fan Mingjue and his wife were there at the Fan Family’s house.
"Where’s Auntie?" Jiang Xiaowai started to ask once seated.
"Your aunt is busy. Even after a week, I don’t get to see her often." Fan Mingjue shook his head helplessly. "I originally thought that after coming back from abroad, she could spend more time with the family, but it turns out she’s even busier."
The Fan Family’s little cousin officially returned to the country three years ago and even held a few concerts.
Fan Mingyu was once a famous singer and watched over her niece’s career since she truly has talent. Several orchestras extended olive branches for her to be the lead, but she refused.
Now she has taken an interest in our traditional classical instruments and even started playing the Jinghu at home for a while.
It’s not that the Fan Family thinks our traditional instruments aren’t good, but having someone who usually pours her emotions out playing the violin suddenly playing the erhu and beating drums at home is quite a contrast, surely feels odd.
"She doesn’t come home often?" Jiang Jinsang raised his eyebrows.
"She still comes home to sleep at night, but she’s very busy during the day."
"Maybe the young lady is in love." Jiang Jinsang teased with a smile.
Fan Mingjue chuckled, "I hope she is. It’s better than her being entirely consumed by music."
"Wasn’t someone pursuing her last year?" Tang Wan smiled. "Someone even went on stage to give her flowers during her performance."
"Who knows, it ended without a follow-up for some reason." Fan Mingjue smirked lightly.
"Ah—ah..." At this moment, the Fan Family’s grandpa, sitting at the table, suddenly hummed an indistinct tune. Despite unclear lyrics, it carried a bit of rhythm.
"See, now she often plays Beijing Opera at home, even your grandpa can hum along." Fan Mingjue sighed, seemingly unwilling to talk more about her, urging Jiang Xiaowai to eat.
"Singing opera! Great—" Grandpa suddenly raised thumb.
Grandpa’s dementia has always been severe, but it seems to have improved over the past two years.
The doctor said that Beijing Opera has rhythm and often listening to it can help alleviate dementia symptoms. Maybe knowing his granddaughter is home keeps his spirit up these years.
Tang Wan looked at him, "Grandpa, do you think singing opera is great?"
"Great!" Grandpa spoke earnestly.
"I’ll take you to Peach Garden to listen to opera someday, how about that?"
Grandpa might have understood, and nodded with a smile.
Initially, the Fan Family didn’t agree with Tang Wan’s decision to take Grandpa to listen to opera, considering his dementia requires constant care, sometimes more than a child, let alone going to crowded places.
"Grandpa’s spirit has been quite good these past two years; I’ll take care of him."
The main thing is, it seems that the grandpa remembered this matter. One morning, he said his daughter would take him to listen to opera and started rummaging through clothes.
He hasn’t remembered who’s taking him out, but he remembered listening to opera and took it to heart.
He wanted to go out that day, but through good persuasion saying the timing wasn’t right, he was convinced to let it pass, but talking about listening to opera became a twice-a-day routine, unwilling to stop unless he goes.
...
Eventually, Tang Wan did take him, but Grandpa returned very unhappy and said they sang poorly.
Tang Wan found it both amusing and frustrating, "What was bad about it?"
"Not pleasant!" Grandpa is always half lucid, half confused.
"How could it not be pleasant?" The Peach Garden of the Chuanbei Family she brought him to, even if not big stars of their generation, those singing and performing are top-notch, so how could they be unsatisfactory?
Tang Wan went home and talked about it with Jiang Jinsang.
"Grandpa isn’t fully lucid, so there’s no need to take his words to heart." Jiang Jinsang had gone before and was almost chased away as his father with a broom.
Jiang Xiaowai was watching cartoons and looked over at Tang Wan, "Maybe Grandpa heard better before."
"Stop watching cartoons all the time. I ran into your third aunt today, and she said she plans to enroll your cousin in some summer school courses. I’m thinking of letting you go along so you two can watch out for each other." Tang Wan spoke nonchalantly.
"Mom..." As soon as Jiang Xiaowai heard this, his face fell immediately, "Why is it the third uncle’s daughter?"
"Don’t you really dislike her?"
A child’s thoughts are all written on their face, hard to hide.
"I don’t." Jiang Xiaowai mumbled.
"As an elder brother, you have to look after your sister."
Jiang Xiaowai grinned reluctantly, it’s not that I dislike her, but it’s her who dislikes me.
Other people’s sisters are so cute, but his sister...