The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Sound cultivation uses sound to enter the Tao, which can be roughly regarded as a kind of Taoism. When they practice, they directly touch the essence of sound.

If you compare it, ordinary people learn to sing from beginners, while monks are at the level of song gods as soon as they enter the Tao.

Xiao Wutong has been in contact with Yin Xiu, and his great talent in Taoism is naturally reflected in Yin Xiu. With casual practice, he has reached the level of ordinary Yin Xiu's hundreds of years of hard work.

This is where Mr. Feng's charm lies.

But singing at this level has never been something that ordinary humans can resist.

Qi Chen didn't know when Xiao Wutong came into contact with Yinxiu, but he had no doubt that the five-year-old Xiao Wutong had absolutely never been in contact with Yinxiu.

Whether he has heard of the existence of monks like Yinxiu is unknown.

A huge stage stood in the middle of the venue, surrounded by crazy fans, waves of sound came one after another, rushing towards the little boy standing in the center.

His figure looked a little smaller than his peers, like a teenager, and the expression on that exquisite face was like a child who had never experienced anything in the world.

Standing alone among tens of millions of people, that figure is extremely thin.

The little thing's eyes were full of water vapor.

But this time it wasn't crying coquettishly, but genuine fear.

What are you going to sing?

In other words, what song has he heard?

The cherry pink lips opened and closed slightly, repeated several times, and finally spit out a monotonous note.

ding ding dong~

It's like the first song of an oriole that broke out of its shell. The voice is immature and soft, and the singing skills are almost non-existent, but it has a feeling of earth-shattering.

He remembered.

A long, long time ago, six months or a year has passed since now, when father and mother had not left.

Whenever night fell, Dad would carefully turn off the lights in the cave, and Mother would sit by the bed and comfort him to sleep.

But he always refused to fall asleep easily.

At this time, my mother will always sing a song...

A soft voice sounded in the venue, and the crazy cries of the fans gradually subsided, and they waited with bated breath.

It was a song with a soft tune.

Gentle, delicate, as if whispering in the ear.

Is this a lullaby?

Xiao Wutong sang nervously, trying to recall the song his mother sang in his memory.

And when he wasn't paying attention, his originally poor singing skills were rapidly changing.

What song do you want to sing?

Sing whatever song you have heard.

But it's so strange, there are some songs that I have never heard before, but why can I sing them?

As if opening his mouth, the notes flowed out naturally.

The whole venue seemed to be directed by the singing. When he sang fiercely, the audience shouted fiercely; when he sang gently, the audience listened quietly.

He is the king of this world.

As soon as this idea came to mind, the little thing quickly interrupted it.

He doesn't want to be king, he wants to be everyone's friend!

I kept singing, singing continuously, I don't know how long I sang, but the more I sang, the more energetic I became.

It seems that there is another self, singing with all its strength.

The final melody also gradually died down.

Xiao Wutong let out a long breath and looked forward.

An overwhelming cheer.

He laughed.

I'm so happy, being loved by so many people is a dream I've always had!

The lifting platform descended slowly, everything in front of him returned to calm, and he fell into darkness.

Little Indus jumped up and down excitedly, and unexpectedly touched his little finger.

The body froze.

By the way, the promise of the biscuit!

Just so many people!No one praised him for being mature!

The biscuits are gone! QWQ

The elevator landed in the background, and people immediately surrounded it. The little thing walked back lazily, and looked up at Qi Chen who greeted him.

"Brother, I seem to have screwed up."

"No one praises Indus."

No more biscuits QWQ

"Listen, those who call your name," the Union Marshal took back his child, and comforted him patiently, "Those are all praises for you."

The little thing listened attentively.

In fact, because of the good sound insulation, he couldn't hear the audience except for the sound coming from the monitoring screen.

But this did not prevent Xiao Wutong's emotions from gradually rising.

"Are you all praising me?"

"Correct."

The little thing's eyes were shining.

"That little biscuit..."

"Go back and do it for you."

Squeezing the tip of the little thing's nose, Qi Chen pulled him into his arms, and simply and rudely handed over the matters after the concert to Chi Le who came after hearing the news, and went home with him.

The extremely excited little thing kept talking.

About what he saw and heard on the stage, every tiny place is worth talking about hundreds of times.

But when he got home and saw the wedding photo in the bedroom, the little thing finally became quiet.

He stared at the photo and couldn't help asking again.

"Senior brother, is that daddy standing beside you?"

"No, that's yourself."

"Myself?!" The little thing widened his eyes in surprise, gesturing at the appearance of the person in the painting, "No, no, I'm not that big!"

"That's because you forgot something for a long time." Qi Chen replied, "The time is far behind your memory."

"Have I forgotten?"

The little boy waved his arm, pointing to the huge wedding photo on the bedroom wall.

"In other words, I forgot for a long, long time!"

"No wonder I suddenly learned to sing! There are so many people like me!"

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"If the person in the portrait is me, have I grown up?"

He stretched out his hands, looked at himself carefully, and ran around the room like dancing, looking for objects that could reflect light to illuminate his appearance.

Finally, he stopped in front of the bathroom mirror.

Qi Chen chased after him.

The little thing is carefully looking at himself in the mirror.

That delicate face is too immature compared to adults, but for children, it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Just as adults crave childhood, children crave recognition.

A bright smile bloomed on that face.

Little Wutong had long forgotten the biscuits that Qi Chen promised, and looked at herself over and over again.

"Brother, brother! I've grown up!"

He screamed excitedly, turned around and grabbed Qi Chen's sleeve.

"How did I grow up?"

"How long has the time passed, how did Lancang Continent become like this?"

"Ah! I'm so envious of myself who can grow up!"

"I haven't grown up myself~"

Like a bird, he chirped and finally returned to the theme at the end.

"Brother, how did I grow up?"

"Have you ever held a grand coming-of-age ceremony like my brother?"

"Have you become a big man praised by everyone like Daoist brother?"

"Is there anyone who can go out to collect medicine by himself like the junior brother in the alchemy room?"

"Have you ever killed a big monster by yourself like the uncle in the Artifact Refining Pavilion?"

"Is everything going well?"

The little thing's eyes were shining.

Qi Chen was at a loss for words.

What can he say.

Standing in front of him, although he has the skin of a teenager, is the five-year-old child thousands of years ago who couldn't even understand the death of his parents.

In his impression, when he grows up, he can go down the mountain alone, gather medicine, and kill enemies.

That little brain will never understand.

What kind of despair can make people degenerate into demons.

What kind of hatred can make people slaughter their families.

What kind of grief can tear time and space apart.

What kind of madness can destroy the world.

What kind of strength and bravery can make such a person full of despair, hatred, sadness and madness return to his original nature and return to the world from eternal hell.

"It didn't go well." He could only answer: "There were many difficulties on the way to grow up."

"You've come a long way, too."

The expression on the young man's face gradually dimmed, and he lowered his head so that no one could see his expression clearly.

Qi Chen was a little anxious.

He raised his hand, wanting to comfort the boy.

But at this moment, the energetic voice sounded again.

"but!"

The little thing looked up.

The frustrated look disappeared from his face.

He was cheerful and lively, jumping up and down into Qi Chen's arms.

"Even if there are a lot of problems."

"When I grew up,"

"There are so many people who like it!"

"There is still a senior brother by my side!"

The boy's silvery laughter wafted through the room, startling the little bird leaning against the bed.

"When I grew up, I was really a super super powerful guy!"

When he grew up, he must have become the kind of upright and kind-hearted man that his father and mother expected, who is full of kindness to the world.

When he grows up, he must become a person like his father.

Possess the power to shake the world, make friends from all over the world, and spare no effort to help people who have never met before.

No matter where he went, someone would call out his name, and someone would look at him with goodwill and longing.

He has always wanted to be such a person!

It's amazing.

Grown up myself.

After going through many ups and downs, I can still become such a person.

Thanks a lot.

The little thing fell asleep in the arms of the senior, and Qi Chen picked him up firmly and put him on the bed.

He stared at the boy's sleeping face that was still smiling in his sleep, and he didn't get up until a while later.

Time to make cookies for the little ones.

The midday sun penetrated the curtains and fell gently on the soft big bed.

The young man's slender eyelashes trembled, and after several struggles, they finally opened, revealing a pair of clear brown pupils.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

The stern man in an apron walked in, and his eyes softened when he saw the boy sitting on the bed.

"Brother."

Xiao Wutong called out.

He tilted his head, his eyes stayed on the wedding photos that occupied the entire wall, and he couldn't look away for a long time.

"what happened?"

"It feels like... a dream."

"Nightmare?"

"No, it's a sweet dream."

Xiao Wutong rubbed his cheeks and cheered himself up: "Brother, what time is it?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ah! I'm late!"

"I made an appointment with Chi Le to go to the set in the morning!"

"There's still a concert tonight, the rehearsal should be now!"

"It's over, it's over!"

Xiao Wutong hurriedly grabbed the clothes beside the bed and put them on his body, but he didn't see a deep look in Qi Chen's eyes who was leaning against the door.

"I baked some biscuits, do you want to eat them?"

"Come back and eat!"

"I'll eat them all before three o'clock."

The young man looked at his senior brother with accusations all over his face, and after making a painful decision, he cried and bid farewell to his little biscuit benefits.

But when he rushed to the concert venue in a hurry, he only got a puzzled look from the venue manager.

"Didn't the concert finish yesterday?"

"The Marshal himself accompanied you here."

Xiao Wutong tried his best to maintain a smile, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one.

division! !Brother! ! ! !

In the living room at home, Marshal Qi picked up a small biscuit and put it in his mouth.

Little bastard, toss him for a day.

The biscuits were confiscated!

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good morning mom and dad

last night while sleeping

I accidentally rolled into my brother's arms

hugged to sleep all night

This... this is so childish!

but

Brother's arms are so comfortable

While my brother is still awake

Hurry up and rub it~ovo

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happy new year~~

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