Meng Chencheng recalled why he always paid attention to him. It was probably the same that he subconsciously regarded him as a powerful opponent.

But what is different from him is that she has received good guidance and education from her sister-in-law at home and prefers to turn enemies into friends.

Isn’t it better to help each other and make progress together? The little girl is happy to think about it.

After all, they all like music, and music does not require a place to fight to the death.

I walked into Grandpa Zhou's study and saw a record machine. In that era, many new electronic music equipment were not invented. Therefore, record machines can be said to be the best music equipment of that era, and ordinary families do not have it.

Grandpa Zhou treasured many records and neatly placed them in a wooden cabinet with glass doors. When he opened the wooden cabinet, the old man squinted his eyes and picked out one of the records and placed it in the record machine.

The others stood around the record machine and listened. Grandpa Zhou did not make a loud noise because there were more than a few of them in the house.

Meng Chencheng erected his ears and listened. For some reason, she could have felt that the singing in this record was not simple before she listened.

I heard in the quiet air, after a few sizzling sounds of the recorder starting, an ethereal female voice cut through the silence, but brought a more wonderful silence. Everyone held their breath and felt that their ears followed the woman's singing to heaven. For a long time, they seemed to be unable to hear anything coming out.

A person's singing makes people's ears calm, how wonderful.

this?

Meng Chencheng twitched from his nose, and his heart seemed to be suffocated as if he was caught by something.

Zhou Tianyao, who was standing behind her, widened his eyes. Like her, he was instantly conquered by the song.

If the little girl thought that he sang the voice of an angel before, then the female singing in front of them now looks more like the voice of the Lord of Heaven, which has left him more than a big street. No, it seems that his singing is not professional anymore.

"Mom." Leilei raised his head and asked his mother in a low voice.

I have been growing up listening to my aunt's natural sounds since I was a child. I should be considered a good listener. But why can't I understand what others are singing now?

Ning Yunxi turned around and gave his son a smile: "I'm going to ask grandpa, but my mother doesn't understand much."

Indeed, Meng Chenjun thought he was as confused as his nephew, because he had been listening for a long time, but he couldn't understand what he sang. Is he singing in English? He had learned English long ago in school, but it didn't look like English when he heard it. Which language does he sing? Well, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Grandpa heard the child's call for help, Grandpa Zhou smiled and explained to the child: "She is singing harmony."

harmony?

"Harmony, in short, is to make the music more harmonious." Because those professional terms are difficult to explain, non-professionals who have not learned systematic professional theories may not understand it, let alone to teach a group of children. Grandpa Zhou used the simplest way to say to the children, "For example, if there is a sound that is very harsh, what should we do? First, let it disappear, and second, we try every means to make it not harsh, and use other sounds to harmonize it and become harmonious."
Chapter completed!