How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Chapter 142

Can you learn it by yourself without being taught?

Mrs. Jia listened to these two sentences and thought that the child was probably exaggerating. Pipa is not that easy to learn. Nini loves pipa so much that she cried when she was learning it as a child. She even threw her pipa several times and said she would never learn it again.

"What does Xia Xia want to hear?" Jia Qingwu came out holding the pipa with a faint smile on her face.

Xia Chu didn't know what to listen to, so she said, "Listen to my favorite."

Jia Qingwu smiled gently and lowered her head. She cradled her pipa, her head tilted to one side, revealing only a small portion of her face. A ray of warm, yellow sunlight shone on her hair, and in that instant, Xia Chu thought she was truly beautiful. I've heard people say that beauty is defined by ambiance; sometimes, beauty is a feeling.

At this moment, these words were embodied in Jia Qingwu.

The music began softly, its tune soft and mellow, like a mother's warm hand caressing her back. Jia Qingwu hummed softly, the joy and doting in her voice enveloping Xia Chu, gently pushing away all negative emotions. Such deep love made Xia Chu's eyes tear up, and a sour feeling spread from her nose to her chest.

She stared at Jia Qingwu quietly, and suddenly understood why she had gone mad. Such deep and profound love was poured into her daughter. Her daughter's disappearance was like a direct tearing out of her heart. The longing, self-blame, and guilt grew heavier with each passing day. Who could bear it?

Xia Chu deduced from the father's subsequent behavior that he might have been indifferent or unconcerned when his child disappeared. This made Jia Qingwu's suffering seem isolated and helpless, and the double pressure led to a mental breakdown. She felt even more heartbroken for Jia Qingwu. She had suffered so much over the years. If it weren't for the support of the Jia family, she probably wouldn't be alive today.

"Is it nice? Xia Xia." After playing a song, Jia Qingwu looked at Xia Chu happily.

"It sounds nice. Mom plays the best." Xia Chu said sincerely. What was nice to hear was not the music, but the strong emotions in it.

"Then I'll play another song for our Xia Xia," Jia Qingwu turned to Xia Chu, her eyes fell on her face, and she was lost in memories. "Our Xia Xia loves to listen to mother playing the pipa the most. Every time she cries or loses her temper, as long as mother plays the pipa, she will calm down. She will sit up and listen carefully. When she is happy, she will clap her hands and shake her head to forget the unhappy things just now. Her hands are so small, and her skin is white and tender. I dare not let her touch the strings for fear of scratching her hands. I want to wait until she is older to teach her to play the pipa, and we can play together. But my Xia Xia is gone, gone..."

Jia Qingwu's expression changed, and her unfocused eyes darted around. "Xia Xia, Xia Xia, where are you? Xia Xia!"

Aunt Xu's expression changed, and she quickly went over to hug her, "Madam! Xia Xia is back and has grown up. Look at her!"

"What's going on? What's going on? Nini..." Old Madam Jia didn't know why her daughter, who was fine just now, suddenly became ill. She stood up and called her name, her expression painful and reluctant, "Nini, Nini, look at your mother..."

"Mother, mother, Xia Xia! My Xia Xia is missing!" Jia Qingwu struggled, her voice shrill, "Mother! My Xia Xia is lost! Mother! Help me! Mother..."

Xia Chu was a step slower. She approached, but Jia Qingwu didn't seem to see her. She cried to Old Lady Jia for help, but her eyes kept searching the ground. "Xia Xia, Xia Xia... my Xia Xia!"

"Mom?" Xia Chu grabbed Jia Qingwu's arm, "Mom, I'm back, look at me..."

Jia Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her eyes fixed on Xia Chu's face. Xia Chu quickly placed her hand on her chin and asked her to feel the small bump. "Feel it, am I Xia Xia..."

"Xia Xia?" Jia Qingwu moved her fingers, and when she touched the small bulge, her expression gradually calmed down. "My Xia Xia, you've grown up."

"Yes, I'm grown up." Xia Chu signaled with her eyes for Aunt Xu to release Jia Qingwu's restraints and helped her slowly walk to a nearby chair and sit down. "Mother, I'm grown up now. I can play the pipa, too. I can play with you." She slowly squatted down, making herself shorter to match Jia Qingwu's memory.

"Xia Xia..." Jia Qingwu held Xia Chu's face in her hands, "It's my Xia Xia, the eyebrows are exactly the same."

"Yes, it's me, I'm back." Xia Chu comforted softly.

Wang Qiuyu was startled and blinked. It turned out that her aunt was sick. No wonder she needed her sister to come over. Her sister was so powerful that she subdued her in an instant.

Old Madam Jia closed her eyes and sighed, clasping her hands together and bowing to the sky, "Buddha bless, luckily I found my poor silly daughter..." Seeing that Xia Chu was able to comfort the sick Jia Qingwu, Old Madam Jia felt relieved. She called out to Aunt Xu, "I'll go back first, so that the mother and daughter can have a good reunion. Let's have dinner in this small courtyard tonight. I told no one else to come over."

"Yes," Nanny Xu agreed. She looked at the eldest lady, who was watching the girl without blinking. It turned out that the real thing worked. The fake one had come just when the eldest lady was ill. When she was ill, she would hold a little girl around four years old, but she'd let go after a short hug, saying it wasn't her Xia Xia. The man surnamed Sun had actually kept the girl, saying he felt sorry for her.

Aunt Xu sneered. It was clearly a bastard born from a concubine's wife. In order to have an excuse to bring her in, he came up with such a despicable trick. He even dared to call the eldest lady by her name, Sun Juexia. She is worthy! That beast is not worthy of the eldest lady at all.

Jia Qingwu calmed down. Xia Chu took the pipa and chose "Wind Blowing the Wheat Waves." She loved the song; she had heard it many times and had memorized the sheet music and practiced it herself. However, she couldn't remember the lyrics. It seemed like she didn't have the same brain for memorizing the sheet music and the lyrics. She could remember the sheet music, no matter how difficult it was, but she always forgot the lyrics, even if they weren't difficult to pronounce.

"Xia Xia, you can play the pipa now too." Jia Qingwu looked at her, her eyes undoubted. It was as if it was a matter of course. If she could, then her Xia Xia would naturally be able to play too. Xia Xia was her daughter, and she had been listening to the pipa in her womb, and after she was born, she had fallen asleep to the sound of the pipa every day.

The song "Wind Blowing the Wheat Waves" doesn't have any dramatic ups and downs; its gently flowing music gradually calms the mind. Jia Qingwu smiled. Wasn't this the life she'd dreamed of? This was how it should be. Her Xia Xia had grown up, and this was how it should be.

Wang Qiuyu was feeling a bit bored, and after finishing his snack, he wanted to go out and play. But what if his aunt had another attack? He had to stay and protect her. Wang Qiuyu's face wrinkled in a state of embarrassment.

Aunt Xu found him amused. She noticed that he was looking outside the whole time, obviously wanting to go out and play. So she quietly approached him and said, "Young Master, do you want to go out and play? Aunt Xu will take you out to play."

"What about my sister?" Wang Qiuyu shook his head. "I want to accompany my sister."

"No need, there are other people serving here, and they won't go out. Let's go to the yard. There are many small fish in the small pond. Do you want to feed the fish?" Aunt Xu tempted.

Wang Qiuyu glanced at her elder sister and found that she nodded at her, so she happily followed Aunt Xu out to feed the fish.