In his previous life, he was a killer at singing, but now he can finally ask for money.
An exciting and beautiful song fell, and he couldn't wait to look at Li Qingjue.
"Is this song good?"
"Sounds good."
Li Qing is by no means a lying child, and what sounds good is what sounds good.
"So what do you think of this song?"
Xiao Qian didn't get any answer, and all she faced was Li Qingjue's confused eyes.
He patted his head and realized that he was possessed by a demon.
You can't expect too much from a seven-year-old.
In fact, Li Qingjue didn't even understand the meaning of many words in the song.
It is not easy for her to know that this song is good.
But it doesn't matter, that's enough.
"As long as you think it sounds good, we will sing this on June 1st."
Li Qingjue rubbed his little hands with a pitiful expression.
"I won't."
Xiao Qian finally felt proud.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it, I'll teach you."
So, in the quiet ward, the young and loud singing voices of the two children continued intermittently.
Until the door was pushed open and someone walked in.
The visitor turned out not to be Ami Lan, but Li Qingjue’s mother, Xu Mingxia.
However, Xiao Qian was very surprised when she saw the familiar lunch box in Xu Mingxia's hand.
"Aunt Xu, why is it you? Where is my mother?"
Xu Mingxia helped the two children put the lunch boxes and said with a smile: "I met your mother downstairs. She was busy there, so she left it to me and hurried back."
She originally thought that after saying this, Xiao Qian would make a fuss.
Children are the most clingy when they can’t see their mother, so don’t worry!
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian didn't react at all and just started eating.
This situation made Xu Mingxia very strange.
"Xiao Qian, don't you miss your mother?"
Xiao Qian swallowed the rice and asked strangely: "Should I think about it?"
"Shouldn't you think about it?"
Xiao Qian spread his hands.
"But mom and the others are very busy at this time. If I hold on to mom, won't I be delaying things?"
It was noon, meal time. For people like Xiao Guoji, Ai Milan and others who set up stalls, it was definitely the busiest time.
Not to mention that Xiao Qian is not a child herself, so of course he cannot hinder adults from making money.
Looking at the sensible Xiao Qian, and then looking at her daughter who was fighting a life-and-death struggle with Guobaorou, Xu Mingxia felt really regretful.
When will my child become so sensible?
It's a pity that Li Qingjue's face was covered by the pot of meat and he didn't notice Xu Mingxia's expression, otherwise it would have been a fatal blow to her weak heart.
Girls have never been resistant to sweet and sour food. Most of the large plate of pot-roasted pork went into Li Qingjue's stomach.
On the contrary, as a pure Northeasterner, Xiao Qian prefers the salty Guobao Pork and doesn't eat much.
After eating well, Li Qingjue felt energetic again.
"Xiao Qian, hurry up and teach me how to sing. I haven't learned it yet."
Xu Mingxia went to wash the dishes and came back. She was very surprised to hear this.
"Learn to sing? What song?"
My daughter knows best. Among ordinary children, when it comes to singing and dancing, she is definitely the best. When will my daughter need singing lessons from other children?
Li Qingjue knelt on the bed and moved over, grabbed Xu Mingxia's sleeve, and immediately showed it off.
"Mom, Mom, Xiao Qian taught me a very nice song. Listen to me and I will sing it to you."
"Really? Is it a folk song from Northeast China?"
Xu Mingxia sat down and didn't pay attention.
Li Qingjue is different from ordinary children. She has received a wide range of education since she was a child, which is also influenced by family factors. Therefore, she has already learned many songs that children of the same age do not know.
Xu Mingxia thought that what Xiao Qian taught Li Qingjue must be some kind of Errenzhuan that she had never heard of.
It’s just rumored that there are a lot of vulgar duos in the Northeast, but don’t teach your daughter a bad lesson.
Li Qingjue didn't know his mother's worries. He had already snuggled close to Xu Mingxia and sang the part he had learned in a clear voice.
Mud covered trouser legs
Sweat soaked through the back of clothes
i don't know who you are
But I know who you are for...
Xu Mingxia was dumbfounded.
Li Qing had no idea what this song meant, she just thought it sounded good, but it was impossible for her not to know.
As soon as you listen to these lyrics, the image of the People's Liberation Army soldiers fighting in the flood will immediately become fuller.
During the floods in East China this time, the PLA officers and soldiers made great efforts and sacrifices to fight the floods and provide disaster relief. Each of these touching stories has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people through the news, making people shed tears.
In this context, the birth of such a song is absolutely appropriate and appropriate.
In addition to this background, Xu Mingxia was also amazed by the quality of the music alone.
This is an extremely mature piece of music that does not require any modifications or enhancements. There is no problem in using it directly.
She looked at Xiao Qian intently and couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Qian, where did you hear this song?"
She didn't think that this song was composed by Xiao Qian. Just as Xiao Qian knew that Li Qing would never understand the meaning of the song, she didn't think that such a song with such deep love and magnificent feelings could come from a seven-year-old child.
hand.
She felt that Xiao Qian must have heard this song accidentally from some master, and then showed off to her friends.
Xiao Qian also wanted to find someone to take the blame, but the problem was that he couldn't find one. So he had no choice but to take the blame himself.
"Why don't you think I did it?"
Xu Mingxia looked at him.
"Do you think you can do it?"
Xiao Qian puffed up her chest.
"Can a man say he's not good enough?"
"Pa..."
Xu Mingxia slapped him and said with a smile: "What kind of man are you?"
His head was buzzing, and Xiao Qian almost broke his teeth.
Smelly woman, the pain you inflicted on me today will definitely be a hundred times greater on your daughter in the future.
"What do you want me to do so that you can believe it?"
Xu Mingxia was very determined.
"No matter what you do, I won't believe it."
Hey, are you having such a chat? Are you happy after chatting to death?
In fact, it is not difficult to make Xu Mingxia believe that he has the ability to come up with songs.
After Xiao Qian sang another song "Into the New Era", Xu Mingxia held his head and turned it over and over, almost cutting it open with a knife.
"You shouldn't. You're such a stupid kid, how could you come up with such a good song?"
Xiao Qian kept telling herself to stay calm. If we don't get angry, we can't beat him if we get angry.
Xu Mingxia's research has stalled, and Xiao Qian's talent cannot be seen just by looking at it.
"Xiao Qian, tell Auntie, who did you learn your music from?"
Xu Mingxia thought of a possibility. Maybe Xiao Qian had met some peerless master in the past and had an adventure, which was why he performed so amazingly and brilliantly.
If Xiao Qian knew her thoughts, he would definitely persuade her to write a novel.
"Do you think I've learned anything?"
Xu Mingxia is even worse.
"You haven't learned anything, why do you know how to make songs?"
Xiao Qian can't tell Xu Mingxia that she heard it in her previous life, right? In that case, she will definitely be sliced into pieces.
"If I say I'm a genius, will you hit me?"
Xu Mingxia's palm had already been raised, thinking about those two extremely beautiful songs, she had to hold it back.
Looking at Li Qingjue who was already asleep, he could only sigh.
Children from other people’s families are just fine.
But back to the song, she still had something to say.
"It's such a pity that you did this to such a good song. Where's the melody?"
Xiao Qian spread his hands.
"If I can also make melody, do you think I can still live well?"
Xu Mingxia breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt that Xiao Qian was a normal person.
"It's not easy for you to know what a melody is."
After saying so much, the song was still echoing in Xu Mingxia's mind. She couldn't help it for a moment and said: "This song must be completely produced to be of great use."
"ah?"
Xiao Qian was a little dumbfounded.
"Auntie, this song is what Qingjue Liuyi and I need to use."
Xu Mingxia waved her hands decisively.
"You use yours, but I want to get the full version out. The meaning of this song should be known to more people."
Xiao Qian looked at her a little suspiciously.
"Auntie, can you make songs?"
This time it was Xu Mingxia's turn to puff up her chest.
"You brat, you are doubting the professional ability of the professor at the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music."
