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As soon as he mentioned his "little teacher", an uncontrollable smile began to appear on the boy's stern face. The rim of the bowl was stuck to his mouth, and he could see the smile in his eyes while eating.With a smile, the eyes of the indifferent people are bright.

But the man couldn't laugh anymore, he wasn't ready to sing yet, and he was even more embarrassed to make a fool of himself in front of the two respected Taishan Beidou.The good voice of the boy's grandmother is still a legend passed down by many people.Even the boy's mother has been fascinated by the lark who sang since childhood.What about yourself?He was anxious, pinching his apron like a plucked ugly duckling.

"Who are you talking about?" Grandma asked with a smile. Seeing her grandson, she seemed to be seeing her daughter again, talking to herself in front of her. "The vocal teacher at school?"

"Does he still take vocal lessons at his age?" Grandpa asked along the way.

The man sat on the seat blankly, really wanted to cover the boy's mouth, or stuff it with rice.He hoped that the young man could see his embarrassment and bring this topic to the past. Even if he said nonsense that the music teacher in the school sang well, he should not draw the attention of the elders to himself.

But the young man can't understand, the man in his eyes is so beautiful, he must be a treasure in front of anyone, and the smile on his face is more obvious, it is completely a treasure that is deliberately exposed for others to see, with a little The little boy was showing off. "Just him, he..." The boy lied in front of them without blinking an eye, "He is my Chinese teacher, mainly guiding me in writing essays for the college entrance examination. But the singing is really good."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." The man stepped on his shoes under the table and bumped him with his knee.But the young man still didn't realize it, maybe he did, but he just wanted to recommend himself to the two old people on purpose.

"I'm not talking nonsense. His singing is the best I've ever heard." This time the boy was talking to his grandpa and grandma seriously. He stopped cooking and even put down his job. "He can also play the piano."

The man is really stupid this time, his little piano practice is completely blind, he used to talk nonsense with the media, but according to the company script, he can play a few pieces by himself. "No, I'm not, I won't."

But it was too late, seeing the expressions of the two old men become lively, as if they were very interested in themselves.

"You also like singing and playing the piano?" Grandma turned around now, took the man's slender hand and touched it, "In the past, there was a piano in the living room, but it was put away when no one played it. If I knew you were coming, I would have asked the master worker to move back, as I am older, it would be nice to have a little piano sound in the house."

The man opened his mouth slightly, wanting to tell them that he actually doesn't know how to do it, and if he likes it, he likes it, but he has no chance to learn it.But looking at the old man's smiling face, he couldn't bear to tell them the truth, telling them that he was a fake teacher and that he was with your son-in-law... This room has been quiet for too long, and they have been lonely for too long.

"I... like it." He nodded, his face was full of apprehension when he was just learning to sing, "I guess I forgot how to play it a long time ago."

"Young people are busy with work and don't have time to play the piano." Grandpa said quite understandingly, "Then what song do you like to sing? My old woman likes to sing too, and no one is with her."

"He can sing everything." The boy was still cooking on the table, and he didn't need others to bring him food. He picked up a lot by himself, and there happened to be prawns. He put the chopsticks and peeled the shrimp with both hands, and put it on the edge of the man's bowl. Hanging one on the top, "Teacher, the Jacky Cheung song you sang last time, I think it's very nice."

"What are you, you, you, this is your teacher, let's talk about you." Grandpa thought he didn't understand etiquette.

"Hey, you are so young, do you like Jacky Cheung's songs?" Grandma touched his hand and said, "It's too thin, and there's not much meat on it... Sing for us, no one has sung in my house for a long time. "

"Ah?" The man's feet were sandwiched between the two sneakers next to him, and the boy's ankle kept rubbing against his calf, like a fawning puppy, "Oh...then I, then I will sing a few words , if you can't sing well, don't laugh at me."

Grandma just laughed, waiting for the child to sing, and grandpa put down the chopsticks in his hand to show respect for this profession and art.Only the young man was used to listening to it, and he still lowered his head, peeling the shrimp skin quickly with his hands, and the rim of the bowl was almost covered.

"Cough!" Grandpa cleared his throat fiercely. This grandson is really ignorant. "Little teacher usually teaches and educates people, but hasn't he taught you to respect others? They are going to sing. Sit down and put your hands away."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, did he have to sit up straight?All right, he threw down the shrimp skin, took out a tissue, wiped his hands and then his bruised face, with an expression of being too lazy to talk back.

This commotion made the man even more embarrassed. Originally, he just sang casually, but now the commotion turned into a serious solo singing.At first he wanted to stand up, but now he felt that standing up straight and singing was too much like a kid whose parents took him out to perform during the festival, so he cleared his throat, sat up straight and started singing.

From the first sentence, there seemed to be an echo in the empty room.

The man's singing voice was a little low, but when he opened his mouth, he had a sense of a story.The voice is good, the voice is good, although he is thin and weak, every time he speaks, he can breathe out the breath to the fullest, and hold every sound the most stable.The expression of his singing skills is very romantic, as if he had a love affair with the songs and lyrics. angry sound.

But the young man knows that men can actually sing those skills, and others use them to cover up their flaws. It is because he has mastered the skills so well that he doesn't want them now.Others sing to listen to the singing voice, but he seems to let people listen to his singing skills, telling the listeners in a moving way that songs can also be sung perfectly, listening to the resonance of his voice and his body parts.

The young man also heard sadness from his singing. Originally, the lyrics were free and easy, but there was an echo somewhere in the house, which made the lyrics cold.Slowly, the boy realized how the coolness came from, the room was too empty and the place was too quiet.

He listened to the song and looked around. It was indeed too big for two old people to live in such a big house.Suddenly there was a pinprick of pain in his heart for a moment, the young man felt it, but because of his stubbornness and good face, he was unwilling to delve into it.

After singing a song, the man didn't dare to catch his breath, his hands were sweaty.He wiped his hands on his trousers, moved his body, and sat down towards the boy inadvertently.

"Does it sound good?" The young man was afraid of embarrassing him, knowing that he was thin-skinned, so he applauded deliberately, "I think it sounds very good, better than the singing on TV."

"Yes, yes." Grandma was the closest, but she patted the man's hand and then turned around and patted his wife's leg, "It's much better than the one on TV just now, this kid If it was from our era, it would definitely be popular."

"It's much better than the ones on TV." Grandpa's ears are also picky, and it can be heard that he has learned it specially. When he talks to men, he doesn't feel tense when talking to his grandson. "Should also sign up for a music Contest, don't bury it."

"Oh, you don't understand, don't you?" Grandma pressed her eyes with her fingers for some reason, "The music competition now is different from ours at that time. They are all exactly the same. This kid is honest, and he will only be bullied when he goes."

"He..." The boy was about to say that he had signed up, but the man stepped on him again.Okay, if you don't let me talk, don't let me talk, listening to his grandfather and grandmother full of praise for his boyfriend, the childish vanity in his heart filled his chest in an instant.At this time, he had nothing to do, so he simply took out his mobile phone and kept an eye on the game for his wife.It just so happened that the competition official blog posted a new message, asking everyone who the contestants are most looking forward to.

Before the boy clicked in, there were only dozens of comments.He left the man's name under a huge official support club account, and when it came out again, there were already thousands of comments.When he clicked in again, his outnumbered comment was already buried under the same comment, and he couldn't find it.

Good guy, don't these fans rest or eat?He quit again, went to check the man's Weibo, clicked in and found out... what happened?How to unfollow?

No way?He tried to click to follow again, but found that... he couldn't follow.

No way?The young man suddenly raised his head, he, the president of the official support club...was blocked by his wife?The group stage is coming up next week, and I was blocked?

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