After arriving home, Shuiyin told Old Man Yun what happened today, which made Old Man Yun and Grandma Yun laugh from ear to ear.

Old Man Yun picked up the phone and called his old friends one by one.

This matter is decided.

It is impossible for the recurrence to happen again, and it is impossible for the show to be killed.

If the show is killed, then...

hehe.

Just kidding!

Whoever kills this show will have no chance to kill the show in the future.

A few of these old guys’ grandchildren have never performed at the party, even the extras.

For them, it is too simple and too easy, as long as it is about the same.

It's not a big deal, but it's also the experience of these children.

Blocking one's future is like killing one's parents.

He also slapped the adult in the face.

That night, Old Man Yun happily drank an extra glass of wine, a cup of three cents.

When it was about to go to bed, Shui Yin came to Yunmiao's bedroom.

Shuiyin: "Miaomiao, where did you learn the songs you played with Yaya today? How could you say that it was written by your mother? Is it wrong for a child to lie?"

"When Yaya and I were playing around with nothing, there were some small paragraphs that were very nice, so we recorded them and then we merged them together."

Yun Miao said something she didn't believe, let alone Shui Yin, but she also knew that if Yun Miao didn't want to say anything, she wouldn't say anything no matter how she asked.

Going to the grave and burning newspapers to fool the ghost.

Yun Miao asked Shui Yin to wait in the bedroom. He ran to the study room by himself, turned on the light, and took out the key to the drawer of the desk under the flower pot at the entrance of the study room.

I opened the small cabinet of the worker's desk and flipped around it. I found the forged "Kanon" staple score, with more than ten. After all, lying requires evidence. The small cabinet is full of forged staple scores by Yun Miao.

This level of piano music is not something he can write at his age, and it is impossible for some international masters to do so.

Although Canon's tune is simple and repeated, it is this repetitive simplicity that shows that it is not simple.

It is not easy to make simple songs. Then such works and authors can be called famous for the past.

Yun Miao took out more than a dozen pieces of paper, and returned to his position again. He left the study and returned to the bedroom, and handed the dozen pieces of paper in his hand to Shui Yin.

Shui Yin took it curiously and looked at it carefully one by one.

Sure enough, there were a few notes written on the first one, and the second one and the third one continued to read. Finally, I saw the complete version of the

Five-line score.

Shuiyin sighed. She could not see any signs of fraud, but this was fake in itself. Shuiyin knew clearly that it was her son blocking her mouth.

How could she not know how difficult it is to make such a piano piece, this is a classic work.

She thought she could not do it, and her teacher could not do it. Even if she became a famous composer in the world now, she would not do it.

Shui Yinyang raised a few pieces of paper in his hand and asked Yunmiao:

"Then what are you going to do?"

Yun Miao: "You made it."

Water sound:...

"Mom, do you think it's the reality I made?"

"Okay, I'll only help you once. As for how this piano piece comes from, I won't ask."

Shuiyin touched Yun Miao's little face and said hatefully: "Don't lie in the future, do you know? Don't think that with your grandfather's protection, I dare not hit you."

Shui Yin spoke ruthlessly, but her face was full of smiles. She was really satisfied with having such children.

"Well, I understand." Yun Miao said obediently.

As for the future, the plan has not changed quickly.

Shuiyin kissed Yunmiao's little face, then went to the bed opposite to tuck the quilt for the sleeping Yaya, leaving only the light of the small desk lamp, and left the child's bedroom.

Shuiyin returned to her bedroom and looked at it carefully. After reading it, Shuiyin walked towards her dressing table and took out a five-stitch score in the drawer.

This five-line score is about Shui Yin's usual writing of his own works, including songs and some scattered notes. When they turn to the blank space, they copy Yun Miao's copy again.

After copying Shui Yin, he put Yun Miao's part into the bottom layer of the drawer.

Shuiyin thought for a while, picked up the landline phone in the bedroom and called her husband.

After the phone rang a few times, I heard the other party say:

"Shui Yin, what's the matter? I haven't slept so late."

"I should report to you about your son's daily life." Shuiyin returned.

I heard Yun Peng on the opposite side laughing and said:

"This brat is making you angry again."

"That's not."

Then Shuiyin talked about everything today, including the conversation with Yun Miao at night.

Yun Peng listened quietly. After listening to Shuiyin's words, he asked about the doubts in his heart:

"Shuiyin, is this piano piece really that difficult?"

Shuiyin: "You are not doing this, you may not know. The simplest thing is, if you write a song, unless it is a sudden flash of inspiration, it may be possible

Completed, even if it is done at once, it may be modified multiple times.”

"If there is no inspiration, then this song may take longer, maybe a week, maybe ten days and half a month, or half a year or a year."

After listening to Shui Yin's words, Yun Peng was silent for a while, thought for a while, and then said to Shui Yin:

"Since that's the case, you don't have to worry about it. I found that our son has his own secret. As for what it is, we have no way to know. He is so young, but he is very mature in his mind and acts very steadily. Compared with Yaya, he is completely two children of different ages. I am always very strange. Why is such a young child so mature so precocious? Sometimes, when we are sitting together and talking, I often forget his age. Some of his views are very novel, and sometimes deeply impressed me."

"My father and I often say some of Yun Miao's views, and my father agrees with it. This is also the reason why my father always protects Yun Miao. Dad said that Yun Miao is the thousand-mile horse of our Yun family, and is a real dragon and phoenix among people."

Yunpeng paused after finishing his words, and then said:

"No matter what, he is our child. We must protect him, love him, and let them grow up healthily."

Shuiyin sighed again as she listened to her husband's words.

"Shuiyin, we should not restrict our children. Dad wants Miaomiao to come from that political policy in the future. However, I can also see that Miaomiao has no intention. No matter what choice he makes in the future, as long as he thinks it is right, we must support him."

After her husband finished speaking, Mizuin said to her husband: "It's too late, you can rest early."

Yunpeng: "Okay, you can rest early, too."

After saying that, the two ended the call.

Shui Yin lay on the bed, tossing and turning. Finally, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

Since I can't figure it out, I just don't think about it and let it go.

The next morning, Shui Yin woke up early. After getting up, she cleaned up herself and walked into Yun Miao and Yaya's bedroom. After opening the door, she found that Yun Miao was not there and Yaya was still sleeping.

Yaya was drooling, her hands and feet were all under the quilt, which should be Yun Miao's masterpiece.

Yun Miao loves Yaya very much. Everyone in his family knows that what makes Shui Yin strange is that he always feels that Yun Miao treats Yaya as his daughter and loves her so much that she cares about her mother.

Yun Miao can be said to be meticulous to Yaya.

Yaya will be very happy in the future if she has such an older brother.

What a blessing child.

Shuiyin wiped Yaya's saliva and walked out of the bedroom.
Chapter completed!