As a result, Wang Yueyue laughed and went straight to bite him.
After fighting for a while, I stopped to sit back next to Li Chu every month and asked piteously, "Dad Chu, can you teach me?"
"I dare not teach me this skill. You should find your mother to teach you."
As he spoke, he thought again that one of those skills in the warehouse seemed to be guitar skills, but forget it. I said that I was not skilled at playing, and this Meng Ran became a master’s level of lying, and I couldn’t make it round.
Wang Yueyue nodded a little. If the teacher wasn’t a little fierce, she would have found it.
"Li Chu, what other songs do you know? Play a few more."
Ding Qiunan sat and let go of needlework, elbow on sofa armrest, arm on arm, and watched her man eagerly.
My wife’s adult has an order, so I’ll miss my hands anyway.
But what song do you want to play?
Got it! He looked at his wife and began to play the guitar and sang in his mouth.
"Look at the girl across the street. Look at it. Look at it. The performance here is wonderful …"
This is a rock-breaking song!
Especially Li Chu or watching Ding Qiunan sing, she made a big blush and she was embarrassed again.
Three children "yi" at the same time and then pretend to shake their bodies.
"Go, go, you three, if you continue to blame, go back to your rooms." Li Chu stopped and shouted angrily.
"Dad, we can’t guarantee it if you continue!" Wen Hui also stretched out his hand and pulled his mouth to indicate that his mouth was locked, which was also learned from her father.
"Don’t sing this, can you sing a song well?" Ding Qiunan said a little unbearable while fanning his face with his hand.
Looking at his wife’s blushing face, Li Chu nodded. "Ok, I’ll think about singing again. Let’s say yes first. I can do both."
"Wait" Ding Qiunan suddenly called her to turn around and look at the three children, but she hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to hear that song sung by Lu for me when you first went to my house."
Boy, it’s not easy to eat mom and dad’s melons!
The three children were all blinding, but they didn’t speak, so they were afraid to say one more word, and it would be troublesome for dad to kick them out, so they really couldn’t hear anything.
Chapter four hundred and nineteen Perception
And Wen Hui and Wang Yueyue’s eyes are brighter than Wen Xuan’s eyes. Girls are always more emotional.
They didn’t expect their father to be so romantic that they would sing to their mother. It was such an important time to go to the door for the first time.
"Ah?" Li Chu paused and then he remembered what he was singing at that time. He carefully recalled that it was simple to sing, but he thought of a more serious problem.
Just like the girl who just sang the opposite song, how should he explain this song when it is sung by the singer several years later?
Forget it. Anyway, it will take at least ten years. Maybe they will forget if they stop singing later.
At this time, Li Chu can also deceive himself like this.
Ding Qiunan said that this song was what he sang at that time, and he will sing a little for the rest of his life. He played two guitars and sang it directly.
"The wind and snow for the rest of my life are your level, your poverty and you …"
"Want to take you to see the sunny Wan Li want to tell you that you are fascinated by the past in a hurry, and you will always be moved for the rest of your life. I want you …"
Here in Li Chu, three children are singing this song. They really haven’t heard it.
Dad occasionally hums a few words when he is happy at home, but most of them are Peking Opera and there are few such songs.
The most important thing is that they have never heard this song.
Wen Hui and Wen Xuan don’t talk about inheritance. They don’t have any artistic cells.
But Wang Yueyue is different. Her mother is the propaganda team, but Li Qiaoyun’s artistic genes are left in her bones, otherwise she wouldn’t want to sing in Taiwan this time.
During this period, she has been looking for tapes to listen to popular songs in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but she has never heard of this song.
Is it true that Chu’s father wrote songs for Qiu Nan’s mother?
There are a lot of question marks in her little head.
At this time, Ding Qiunan’s eyes were watery and her face was red. When she heard this song again after twenty years, she seemed to have returned to that year.
Wen Hui made a sign to Wenxuan and Yueyue, and the three of them carefully withdrew from the living room and pulled the door conveniently.
How could the other two people in the room not know when the three living people went out? But now they are all immersed in their emotions and too lazy to take care of them.
Ding Qiunan raised her hand and wiped a handful of happy tears running down her cheeks. She came and sat down on her man’s leg, put her arms around his neck and offered a kiss.
The three children who had gone out came to Wenxuan Room. Wang Yueyue kicked off her slippers at all and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Hui elder sister chu dad what will be so many things? And I feel that I wrote that song myself just now. "
"I don’t know if that song was written by my father, but I think the strangest thing is that my father can sing this song twenty years ago."
"What’s wrong with singing this kind of song? It’s romantic, is it good for your sister?" Then Wang Yueyue stared at Li Wenxuan with big eyes.
What does Wenxuan feel like fighting his fiancee? How could he not surrender to hands in the air in vain?
"I will try my best to sing to you after I learn it every month."
Wang Yueyue smiled sweetly when she saw her fiance inside story.
Being interrupted by these two people, Wen Hui also forgot to think about why Dad would have sung songs that were absolutely rebellious twenty years ago.
One by one, she threw her eyes at the two people beside her, but Shen Yi also appeared in her mind and wondered if he could sing by himself.
It is neither good nor bad for these three children to have such a pair of parents.
The good thing is to let them know what happiness is from an early age, but the bad thing is exactly the same, because everyone and every family have different happiness, and you can’t copy a model.
And what will happen if they find that their life is not like that in Japan and China after seeing their parents’ happiness?
Here Ding Qiunan tightly hugged her husband’s waist and cheek and sat quietly in his arms against his chest.
"Will you sing it to me after 20 years?"
"Well, I’ll try to sing for you four or five times."
"Snow … how is that possible!"
Singing once in 20 years and then singing four times is more than 120, let alone five times.
"I will try my best to recuperate our bodies so that we can live a little longer."
"Good" Ding Qiunan looked up from his arms. "Then I will cooperate with you to try to listen to you sing more songs."
……
The next day, I got up early on Sunday and didn’t let Tian Jun drive after breakfast. Li Chu drove his wife and three children to Wang Shu’s side.
Li Qiaoyun also has no condolences from the grassroots units of the team here today.
After listening to her daughter’s little words to herself, she took a surprise look at the in-laws sitting in the living room.
Is this still a doctor? How can you do everything?
At this time, Li Chu talked to Aunt Wang in his living room and also thought about Li Qiaoyun’s identity.
He is going to give this sister-in-law a song to express her passion for sending such a good daughter-in-law to her family.
After lunch at noon, several people sat in the living room chatting, and the arrival of three children kept Aunt Wang from ear to ear today.
The other two families are too far away to come back. Fortunately, these three children come back from time to time to accompany her so that the old lady can be happy.
Uncle Wang hasn’t been in Beijing these days, and I don’t know where to visit.
"Qiaoyun, I have a song here. I’ll hum it to you. You can see if you can sing it to the soldiers when the grassroots condolences."
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Li Qiaoyun didn’t expect to hear from her daughter that her future father-in-law might write a song, and now she will give herself a song.
But …
"Eldest brother, you also know that our troops are different from places. We can’t sing songs like that in Hong Kong and Taiwan when we go out to express our condolences."
"I’m sure I know this. I’ll sing it to you first. What do you think if it works?"