Thousands of pets of little mythical beasts [entertainment]

On Feifei's side, Lin Sinian followed the little guy's singing.Seeing that the telephone receiver on the table was picked up, he waited until Feifei finished singing and asked casually, "Who is Feifei calling?"

"An uncle." The child was too focused on singing just now, and no one asked him to stop singing a short nursery rhyme several times.

"Uncle?" Lin Sinian noticed Fei Fei's adjective, "Which uncle?"

Feifei shook his head, "Uncle I don't know, uncle said he made a wrong call."

Hearing this, Lin Sinian walked to the phone, reached out for the receiver, said 'Hello', waited for a while to see that there was no movement on the other side, and then hung up the phone.After hanging up the phone, Lin Sinian turned his gaze to Feifei.

After this phone call, Lin Sinian felt that he still had some omissions in his safety education for the little guy.So he took the child's hand and placed him on the small bench again, then he stood in front of the small bench and said in a serious tone: "Can the child talk to strangers casually?"

Philip shook his head, "No."

"Then why was Philip talking and singing to strangers just now?"

Feifei couldn't help but want to defend himself, "Because it's a phone call, it doesn't count. The uncle who made the wrong number is very sad, and Feifei sang to coax him." When he was speaking, his big eyes looked at his father, and inside was Total innocence.

Lin Sinian was cruel and unmoved, "Do you still want to listen to what Dad said?"

"Listen." The little guy nodded obediently without thinking.

This attitude is still very correct, Lin Sinian nodded, "Then dad said that from now on, Feifei can't talk to strangers casually, even on the phone. If the person on the phone doesn't know Feifei, just let daddy or someone else My lord is here to answer the phone. You can't chat with Feifei. You can't sing with him either!"

The awareness of prevention must be kept in mind by the little guy.

The little guy asked, "Is it because Philip is a kid?"

Lin Sinian: "That's right."

"Okay then, Feifei knows." Although Feifei is already a big baby, he is still a child.So the father's words must be for Feifei's good, so the little guy didn't mean to resist.

After the little guy agreed on one side, he stretched out his hand to Lin Sinian on the other side: "Daddy hug."

Lin Sinian's serious expression, which he had been trying to maintain, froze suddenly, and he was defeated in an instant.After finally confirming that Feifei really listened to it, he had no choice but to reach out and hug him, then nodded his little nose and said, "Baojiao."

After being picked up, Philip shook his little feet. Because there was no follow-up, he quickly forgot about answering the phone today.

But for Wen Qu, this is destined to be a day of ups and downs.

Early the next morning, he woke up in the hospital, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the white walls of the hospital and the smell of disinfectant at the tip of his nose.The feeling of space-time confusion almost made Wen Qu think that he didn't sleep well, fell off the roof, and was sent to the hospital with his last breath left.

Seeing Wen Qu woke up, his friend Liang Hua, who had been guarding him for several hours, hurried over and helped him up.

After confirming that Wen Qu's mental and physical conditions are still good, he couldn't help complaining: "Great artist, do you know that you are on the trending search?"

Now is the transition from winter to spring, and although the temperature at night is not as cold as it was during the Chinese New Year, lying on the icy rooftop like Wen Qu and blowing the cold wind all night is unbearable for anyone.

Wen Qu was discovered by the cleaner who came up to clean at five or six o'clock in the morning. The cleaner wanted to wake Wen Qu up, but found that he couldn't wake him up no matter what. Wen Qu carried him downstairs, covered him with a quilt, and called an ambulance.

There were many people, and soon someone recognized Wen Qu.And that person is also a fan of Wen Qu's music.

Wen Qu became popular now, and it took less than an hour from being discovered to rushing to the trending search.

As Wen Qu's friend, Liang Hua didn't know where Wen Qu was until he saw the trending search, so he drove to the hospital where Wen Qu was taken in a hurry.

Liang Hua's eyes were a bit complicated, "How long did you say you haven't slept? Do you know what the doctor said when you got to the hospital?"

After examining Wen Qu, the doctor told Liang Hua that although Wen Qu had a fever, the temperature of the fever was not high enough to make Wen Qu faint and unable to wake up no matter how much he screamed.The most fundamental reason is that Wen Qu himself is too mentally exhausted.Or to put it another way: Wen Qu was not in a coma at all, and the reason why others couldn't wake him up was because he slept too deeply, so people thought he had a fever and passed out.

[The well-known musician Wen Qu stayed overnight on the rooftop of the hotel. Due to the low temperature at night, he fell into a coma and was rushed to the hospital. 】

Liang Hua recited to Wen Qu the news with the most views on the Internet word by word, and finally said: "You can be No. 1 in the entertainment and music circles in this way. Can I have an interview with you, what do you think?"

Wen Qu didn't feel much, he was already embarrassed yesterday. "I don't think so, return the phone to me."

Wen Qu was still thinking about what happened last night, so he reached out to ask Liang Hua for his phone.

Liang Hua curled his lips a little bored, took out the phone from his pocket and threw it at Wen Qu, and then was taken aback by Wen Qu's big movement to pick up the phone.

"I'll go! What are you doing? What's the treasure in the phone? You're so nervous. When you can treasure yourself like a treasure phone, I'll be relieved." Liang Hua hurriedly helped Wen, who almost fell off the bed. canal.

After Wen Qu sat down, he turned on his phone and looked for a recent call record.After confirming that he really had the recording, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you have headphones?" Wen Qu looked at Liang Hua.

Liang Hua: "I came out of my house in a hurry, so it would be nice if I could bring someone here."

That is no more.

Wen Qu glanced at his friend, and finally felt that it was more important to confirm the integrity of the recording, so he no longer cared about Liang Hua, but just clicked on the recording and listened to it.

But out of the idea of ​​not wanting to be embarrassed again, Wen Qu chose to pull the progress bar to about three-fifths of the way.

'Then listen? Wen Qu's timing was just right, and it happened to reach the first line of Fei Fei's singing.

Next, although the child's out-of-tune, but childish and cute singing sounded again.

"Little Swallow, wear a floral dress ~ every spring..."

After listening to it, after making sure that the recording was not missing, Wen Qu transferred the recording to his mailbox.

Liang Hua followed Wen Qu to listen the whole time, "Out of tune?" He and Wen Qu, the music player, are friends. Although they are not professional, they still have appreciation.It's just that his voice is not loud, and he can't hear it clearly.

"Although it's out of tune, it's not obvious. The kid sings very confidently. He should be very young when he hears the voice. It's sweet and sweet." Liang Hua added.

When talking to Wen Qu next, Liang Hua deliberately avoided asking why Wen Qu appeared on the rooftop.

Just chatting one after another, but I don't know if the melody of this nursery rhyme is too catchy. Although he was talking to Wen Qu, Liang Hua couldn't help but think about it over and over again. The first "Little Swallow".

It’s not enough to say how good the kid in the recording sings, but there is a kind of magical power that makes people want to beat the beat with his little hands together, shaking their heads and singing a song, as if the whole person is sublimated up.

There is a kind of childishness and joy of returning to childhood.

Liang Hua suddenly changed the subject: "This kid is incredible. According to what your fans praised you, there is a soul in this song! And the quality of this kid's soul is not so good."

Wen Qu nodded in agreement with Liang Hua's statement. Although he plays music, he is not a purely technical school.Music entrusts emotions, and only by touching people with emotion can we be invincible.

This love does not only refer to love, it is more of an experience, a kind of perception.

There is a kind of person who is born to express this kind of emotion and make everyone feel what he feels. This is a kind of talent, a talent that others cannot envy.Just like the kid from yesterday.

There is another kind of person who is not considered a mediocrity, but a little bit worse than a genius.This little bit often requires a hundred times and a thousand times of effort to make up for it.

Just like his song "Eternal Night", which is hailed as the pinnacle of hypnosis and the best companion before going to bed, isn't it also when he was not insomnia that he directly forced himself to sleep in the room except for the necessary physiological needs? Dazuo who didn't sleep until three days later?

Wen Qu felt that he was also touching people with love back then, and he had put in arduous efforts, and he was not guilty of success.

It’s just that this method is a bit of a waste to the author. He once wondered whether the reason for his insomnia was the nausea from sleeping when he was young and frivolous. He even went to see a doctor for this.

Liang Hua brought his big head closer, and with a flattering expression, he discussed with Wen Qu: "As for the music you just played, let me make a copy?"

Wen Qu shook his head, "I don't actually know this kid, I just met by chance yesterday by making a wrong call. Without the consent of the little guy's parents, I can't spread the recording."

Yesterday, the kid even sang to him to coax him, but today he is distributing the kid's recordings everywhere. This kind of behavior is not advisable.

"Sorry, for the above reasons, I can only enjoy this recording by myself at the moment."

Liang Hua: Listen, listen, is this called human talk? "If you don't listen, don't listen. Who cares?" Liang Hua pretended not to care.

After getting up and sitting for more than two hours, Wen Qu was still running a fever and felt a little tired again, so he drove Liang Hua out of the ward as if to see off the guests.

After Liang Hua left, Wen Qu tidied up the pillow and the quilt on his body, folded his hands on his stomach, and closed his eyes in a very straight sleeping position.

Half an hour later, Wen Qu opened his eyes.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work?Although his body is very tired, he has a very violent drowsiness.But once I closed my eyes, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Wen Qu seemed to be prepared, took out the phone from under the pillow, turned on the recording, and put the phone on the pillow.

Close your eyes.

Ten minutes later, with the sound of little swallows wearing floral dresses and the children clapping their hands rhythmically, Wen Qu once again experienced the feeling he felt when he was on the rooftop.

The feeling that he didn't even want to do the simple action of turning over and leaving the rooftop at the moment he was grasping, for fear of being startled away.

The dense black mist that was about to turn into substance was temporarily dispersed by Philip's singing, and the black mist that was originally unscrupulous and spreading wantonly seemed to have encountered a natural enemy.

Wen Qu's expression gradually became peaceful and relaxed. Once his spirit was relaxed, the turbulent drowsiness instantly invaded his brain, and Wen Qu fell into a dark and sweet dreamland again.