The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"I'm not interested, I just learned a little bit about it."

Ye Huaixu did not tell the truth. The two grew up together, and Song Yunqi knew very well what he could and could not do. Telling it out would only cause unnecessary suspicion.

He couldn't explain this feeling clearly. He wanted to think about it more deeply but had no idea, so he had to give up.

"..."

Song Yunqi thought he was a little strange, but he didn't think anything else about it.

The dance performance by Chen's father and son was very short. They had already lifted the curtain and walked backstage. It was the turn of Zheng Yu and her son, who were ranked fourth, to perform.

"Yuanyuan, are you ready?"

Since the conflict at noon, the two little guys haven't said a word to each other.

Jiajia took the initiative to walk to Yuanyuan and asked her how her preparations were going.

"Ready…"

Yuanyuan is not a stingy child. Even though she felt a little sad in her heart when the other party spoke first, she put aside her past grudges and answered him.

“I feel like everyone is not very enthusiastic.”

After Jia Jia finished dancing, the applause was sparse, and it seemed that the grandparents in the audience had all fallen asleep.

"why?"

Yuanyuan thought everyone’s performance was great, so she opened the curtain a little and found that it was indeed very quiet outside.

"do not know…"

Jia Jia shook her little head, thinking that perhaps everyone’s performance was not attractive enough.

But he and his father have tried very hard, and doing their best is the best.

The most attractive performance was that of the Feng family father and daughter. Martial arts is a traditional culture that attracts people of all ages and genders. A few beautiful backflips can catch everyone's attention and win applause.

The performances of other families each have their own characteristics, but for the older generation who have been working in the fields all year round, they are actually not very attractive.

Everyone prefers lively and festive performances, or classic traditional operas.

As host Song Yunqi finished his announcement, the lights on the stage dimmed.

Ye Huaixu brought his child onto the stage, and the lights focused on the father and daughter again.

Before going on stage, he told the children to be serious and not to make mistakes in reading the lines.

As night falls, the night sky of the town is filled with stars, and everyone is a little tired of looking at them.

Ye Huaixu's voice was clear and pleasant. When he sang this melodious and warm melody, the people in the audience felt sleepy and couldn't help yawning.

The audience's reaction did not affect his state. After singing the first paragraph, he patted the little girl on the shoulder and it was her turn to recite.

Yuanyuan put on a headset and recited her part as she had rehearsed in advance.

But as soon as I finished the first sentence, my little mouth couldn't help but start singing.

The little guy bombed out as soon as he opened his mouth. The audience below instantly woke up and all looked at the stage.

What's going on?

As expected, an unexpected event occurred in the program that Ye Huaixu had carefully prepared.

"The bright stars are accompanying..."

Yuanyuan looked up at her father innocently while singing. She didn't want to sing, but suddenly she went off track.

If you don't know that this is a song in advance, you can recite it smoothly, but once you know that this is a song, you can't help but sing it.

Ye Huaixu, who had a strong sense of belief, waited for the children to finish singing before continuing to sing his part.

With his efforts and preparation, the child's dark history was finally posted on the Internet.

The audience, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly became active. Everyone was wondering how there was such a good opportunity to get rice and oil for free. It turned out that it was waiting for everyone here.

This little girl is pretty and cute, why does she have such a hoarse voice?

In the second part of the song, Yuanyuan sang with all her heart and soul, using her own unique singing style and cooperating with her father to complete the performance.

After the performance, she dived into her father's arms and silently put on her sunglasses.

Now all the kids know that she can’t sing well (???^???)

"Dad, I didn't mean to sing, I just couldn't help it..."

She has already sung the first part, so it doesn't matter whether she sings the second part or not.

"It's okay, I know you tried your best..."

Ye Huaixu touched his daughter's little head and sighed tiredly.

Damn it, could this part be cut and re-recorded?

In just one day, he wished he had never participated in the show.

He made a fool of himself all his life in this show.

Hehehe, today is another day when I want the director to cut all of my scenes.

I have never liked "Yi Jian Mei" so much in my life.

After the father and daughter left the stage, the audience was stunned for a few seconds and then burst into warm applause.

Yuanyuan hid in her father's arms like a quail, and only her round back could be seen.

The other four families in the backstage saw them come in and opened and closed their mouths in awkward smiles at the same time.

Ye Huaixu’s singing is impeccable, but the contrast between the father and daughter is too great.

During the turntable spinning session, everyone thought that the little girl loved singing and sang very well, and they were all looking forward to her stage performance.

"It's okay. It's weird and special."

Uncle Ye was too tall, and Yuanyuan was held in his arms. Annie raised her little hand but couldn't reach her to pat her. Her little hand froze in the air for a moment and then she patted Uncle Ye's thigh.

"Is Yuanyuan unhappy?"

Yueyue saw her curled up in Uncle Ye's arms and felt that she was sad.

"It's okay, let her be alone for a while."

Ye Huaixu smiled gently at Yueyue and sat on the chair holding the child.

After working hard for an entire afternoon, the sky finally fell.

Song Yunqi didn't have time to stay backstage as today's mission had come to an end, and the last step was to invite the audience to vote.

When the program team was distributing rice and oil, he stood aside with a form and asked the villagers which family's performance they liked the most.

The folks have a high level of ideological awareness. The singing was so bad and it was the finale of the performance. It is self-evident who should be voted for.

The number of votes developed in a strange direction. When Song Yunqi registered the votes, he suspected that he and his fellow villagers were not watching the same performance.

After counting the votes, they returned to the backstage. Before announcing the votes, the production team kept everyone in suspense and asked everyone to guess the ranking order.

"I think it's Annie and Uncle Feng."

"I think it's Uncle Feng's house, too."

"Uncle Feng's backflips are amazing."

All three children voted for Annie's family. They all liked watching the Kung Fu show.

“I think my dad is awesome too.”

Anne straightened her back proudly, they deserved the first place.

When Yuanyuan heard that he still had to rank, he became even more upset. He lifted his sunglasses to reveal a small gap and asked, "Dad, if we were the last one, would you hate me?"

"How could that be? This is our joint performance. Whether it's good or bad is not your responsibility alone. It doesn't matter if you're the last one."

Ye Huaixu didn't care about the ranking. The child's vocal condition was there, and it was great enough that he could memorize the lyrics.

"Don't think too much. No one is perfect. Singing is just a small shortcoming. You have other advantages. This is not enough to affect you."