The world is broken, the cubs mend it

As a good father, you should never give outsiders the opportunity to laugh at your children.

After Chen Jing left, Ye Huaixu picked up the lyrics again, picked up the child and put him on his lap: "How about we change your lyrics into a recitation?"

“What is recitation?”

“Just read it with some emotion, no need to sing it.”

"why?"

Yuanyuan was very dissatisfied with his sudden idea. Why didn't he let her sing?

"Because... um..." Ye Huaixu thought about it, but still couldn't bear to hurt her feelings: "I think it would be more appropriate to change it to recitation."

"No, I want to sing, not read."

Yuanyuan pouted her lips and wanted to sing a song for everyone.

With such an outstanding voice, she must sing for everyone, otherwise it will be buried!

"Then sing a part and I'll record it for you, okay?"

Ye Huaixu decided to let the child listen to it herself. If she still thought it sounded good, then he would respect her.

"it is good!"

Yuanyuan readily agreed, cleared her throat, folded her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes and shook her head, posing in a very professional manner.

"The dark night sky hangs low, and the bright stars follow..."

The little guy sang both passages his father taught him.

Ye Huaixu may have listened to it too much, so he didn't laugh while recording. After clicking "end", he played the child's singing.

It was obvious that the child could tell whether something sounded good or not. His little eyebrows were wrinkled so tightly that they could kill a mosquito, and he looked at him with a stern face.

“That’s not what I sang.”

“Did I sing it?”

"Dad's cell phone is broken."

"Forget it, let's just keep singing."

The child's mouth is harder than steel, and Ye Huaixu still chose to compromise after compromising countless times.

But this time the child was like a little old man, with his hands behind his back and looking up at him, his eyes wide open, looking around and saying, "Just recite it, listen to Dad."

Ye Huaixu couldn't help but burst out laughing. The little guy instantly got annoyed. He turned his back, holding the lyrics and mumbling something.

The child’s tender voice is very suitable for recitation, especially when it is interspersed in the middle, it does not look out of place. Accompanied by the soft and pleasant background music, it is another unique style.

The father and daughter had a great level of coordination and rehearsed the song five times to the music.

As they were about to go on stage, the makeup artist from the program team came in to do makeup for the father and daughter.

Yuanyuan's soft hair was curled into curved waves and pinned behind her ears with a black bow hairpin.

"Auntie, can you give me this hairpin?"

The little girl looked at herself in the mirror with great satisfaction, and carefully touched the hairpin next to her ear.

"Sure, I'll give it to you!"

The makeup artist gently touched her face with the brush and happily agreed to her request.

"Thank you!"

Yuanyuan happily held her face with her two hands.

In the vlog, there is an aunt who does makeup for her dad in the same way. The pink liquid is brushed on his lips and it looks shiny.

After the stage makeup is done, change into the costumes arranged by the program team.

The child was wearing a black and white little princess dress, and Ye Huaixu changed into a black suit to match it.

On the stage, he hopes to serve as a foil for the child, letting the spotlight fall on the child. Of course, all this happens without any accidents.

The order of going on stage is determined by the order in the rehearsal room. The first three shows are performed by folk artists invited by the program team, and there are also lively scenes such as dragon and lion dances that are only seen during festivals.

Almost all the elderly and children who were able to move in the surrounding villages came. The stage was set up in the square, and the audience was packed with people.

The elderly are quite pragmatic and they all came when they heard that they could get rice and oil. Of course it would be better if there were performances to watch.

After the first three performances, Feng Rui and his daughter were the first to take the stage.

Feng Rui debuted as a martial arts star. He practiced in Shaolin Temple when he was young and has real kung fu skills.

The father and daughter combined street dance and martial arts, and their several backflips drew cheers from the audience.

"Dad, Sister Annie and Uncle Feng are so awesome."

Yuanyuan stood on a high place and looked down, and she also clapped her hands excitedly, which made her blood boil.

Ye Huaixu has seen the martial arts films in which Feng Rui starred. After so many years, his charm remains the same, and the chivalrous spirit in his daughter's eyes and eyebrows is very much like her father.

The second group performed was Dou Xin and her daughter. Yueyue wore a white long dress with a layer of tulle trailing behind her, and sat elegantly on the piano bench.

The piece she performed was "Fantasy", and Dou Xin originally sang accompaniment to her daughter's music.

After Yueyue chose this piece, she changed her mind and decided to play it as a four-hand duet between mother and daughter.

Beautiful notes came out from the fingertips of the two daughters, and the romantic and dreamy tune made people feel the flowing warmth of family affection.

Ye Huaixu's heart suddenly calmed down. He seemed to have played a similar piece of music a long time ago, but he had never learned to play the piano.

A faint sadness spread and climbed in his heart, his tears fell uncontrollably, a warm little hand covered his cheek, and the sadness in his heart seemed to be suppressed.

"Dad, why are you crying?"

Yuanyuan wiped her tears hurriedly. She didn't like seeing her father cry.

"fine…"

Ye Huaixu couldn't explain it clearly, but he always felt that he might have forgotten something.

When people hear a certain piece of music or smell a certain smell, they will always recall a memory that they may have forgotten.

But he had no idea. Perhaps it was because it was so long ago that he couldn't remember clearly.

007 also noticed the emotional fluctuations of the target, and that idea became more and more firmly established in its mind.

All of this will probably only be revealed after the mission is completed.

This is the first time I have encountered such a situation after working on the strategy mission for so long.

After the performance, the production team carried the piano backstage and it was the turn of Chen Jing and his son’s dance performance.

The father and daughter in the last group also went downstairs to prepare in the makeshift backstage.

Yuanyuan looked at the brand new piano and couldn't help but walk up and touch it.

"Want to try it?"

Seeing that the little girl was curious, Song Yunqi picked her up and put her on his lap and sat her in front of the piano.

Yuanyuan raised her little hand, touched the piano key and pressed it. As if she had muscle memory, she raised her little hand and pressed the next one.

Ye Huaixu, who was standing next to the piano, stretched out his hand as if led by fate and played along with the child's rhythm, his movements were equally unfamiliar.

It seems like I learned it a long time ago, but haven’t touched it again for many years.

The father and daughter played very slowly, but Yueyue could still tell what they were playing based on the melody.

"Yuanyuan, Uncle Ye, can you also play "Fantasy"? "

Although the tunes they played had many flaws, one could still tell from their fingering and posture that they had learned it.

"do not know…"

Yuanyuan just tapped her fingers randomly, as if something was guiding her.

"When did you become interested in piano?"

Song Yunqi also looked at Ye Huaixu in surprise. Since he could play along with the children, he must be very familiar with this song.