"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 Junjun Li Chu pull 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?"
Aunt Wang Wenhui whispered in her ear, "Does your father still sing?"
"Well," Li Wenhui nodded. "Grandma, I tell you that my father sings quite well."
"Hey, I really haven’t heard of it."
"That grandma, you can listen to it."
Suitable for grass-roots units to sing songs. This is not something that ordinary people can get out. Ding Qiunan sits beside her husband and looks at him with a full face of worship. She is full of confidence in her man.
Chapter four hundred and ninety The moon
"The moon shines in my hometown on the 15th, and you miss me in the quiet night, and you patrol the border defense of the motherland while guarding the baby cradle …"
In less than three minutes, a song, especially this song, was created from the perspective of a military wife, and Li Qiaoyun knows that this should be the only song created by a military wife.
Her eyes glistened and she grinned at the eldest brother who was not related to her husband. "Big brother is such a good song."
Her voice just fell into the palm of her hand when she rang. Wen Hui was even more happy to run over and hug a father.
"Dad, you wrote this song. It’s so nice!"
"That is, that is, can Dad Chu sing this song at my school party?"
"This can’t be agreed. This is a song for your mother and it’s not appropriate for your school party to sing this song! It is good for you to sing that childhood song. "
"Ah, all right!"
"Small chu when will you write songs? Why don’t I know? " Great aunt Wang looked at Li Chu in surprise and asked.
"Hey, aunt, where can I write any songs? I just feel it. If you really ask me to write, I can’t write it."
"No, no, no, you’re a little modest. Your song is really nice, especially with a unique perspective. It’s different from other army songs. Qiaoyun found it cheap this time."
"Eldest brother really want to thank you!" Li Qiaoyun also solemnly thanked him.
Li Chu gave a "line let’s family don’t say two words".
After a pause, he went on to say, "But that’s all I can do. You have to come by yourself to compose music. I know nine things about the staff notation."
"What does that mean?" Li Qiaoyun asked in astonishment.
"Oh, my mother is so stupid. Dad Chu means I don’t know anything."
As soon as her voice fell, she was knocked by Li Qiaoyun. "Why are you such a girl now? I think you’d better move back to live with me. Let me have a good discipline and save you from embarrassing me outside."
"Oh, pain, pain, pain" Wang Yueyue was knocked holding her head and yelling. She didn’t sit in front of her mother, ran to her grandmother to complain, and sat next to Li Wenxuan for comfort.
Watching them make trouble over there, Ding Qiunan sat next to her husband and asked softly, "What else can’t you do?"
"I won’t have children!"
“Duang”
Good. He followed the footsteps of Wang Yue and was hit on the head by Ding Qiunan.
"Ha, ha, ha ….." Just seeing this scene, Wang Yueyue laughed at the goose without considering whether her head hurt or not.
And her magic smile made everyone happy.
Ding Qiunan was a little embarrassed and quickly picked up the cup on the tea table in front of him and said, I’m going to pour water and ran away.
Then the laughter in the living room is even bigger.
Wang Yueyue and Li Wenhui couldn’t sit still laughing and slid straight to the ground.
Finally, after everyone stopped making trouble, Li Chucai took out a pen and paper and wrote the lyrics of that song just now.
"I’ll sing the lyrics for you twice, and you can make them yourself," he said as he handed the lyrics to Li Qiaoyun.
"Eldest brother, you talk to …" Li Qiaoyun just wanted to say that you come to my room with me. I have a piano there, and now we’ll make music. Suddenly, we realized that this is not right and quickly changed our tune and said, "Eldest brother, I’ll bring the piano and let’s make music now."
"ok."
Li Chu turned to the son and said, "Wenxuan, go and help your Qiaoyun mother move the piano."
"I know where Dad Qiaoyun’s mother piano is?"
"I know, I know. Brother Xuan, I’ll take you to mom. You’re not going."
At noon, Li Chu sang a line and Li Qiaoyun played a line, and then he wrote and drew on paper.
By the time dinner was over, Li Qiaoyun could play the song completely.
No loss is someone else’s occupation, whether playing or singing, Li Chu is not the same as others.
He believes that with this song, Li Qiaoyun can definitely enter the song and dance troupe and become an artist familiar to the people.
That’s all. When she becomes famous, someone will write songs specially for her, and then she won’t worry about not singing.
After dinner, a few of them left the car and looked at the lost expression of Great Aunt Wang. Li Chuzhen really wanted Great Aunt Wang to live with him.
But he dismissed the idea at the thought of the trouble.
Of course, even if he said it, Aunt Wang couldn’t go with him. He had invited Aunt Wang before he lived, and he had already refused because of the trouble.
First, send the three children to their respective schools, and then Li Chucai drove home slowly with his wife.
"You write songs for Qiaoyun, don’t you?" Ding Qiunan sat in the co-pilot seat and looked at her husband and asked
"Almost," Li Chu nodded. "When I was chatting with Jun, Jun told me that Qiaoyun’s biggest dream was to enter the song and dance troupe, and now there just happens to be this song. I believe that after she sings this song, her dream will come true.
So I thank her for giving birth to such a lovely daughter-in-law. "
"Ha, ha, ha, you got a daughter-in-law for a song!"
"words can’t say that without this song, the month is still my daughter-in-law. this song is at most compensation.
It never occurred to him that anyone would dare to play this song.
If someone hadn’t told Li Qiaoyun before, it would have been possible for someone else to succeed.
"Well, I’ll try to sing for you four or five times."
