"What's more, Hu Yibao is a very good kid with a very good personality and other qualities. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again."

Yang Tian: "Okay, then I'll leave everything to you. I'm going to watch TV for a while."

Wang Ping: "I'll go talk to my daughter."

Not long.

The voices of Wang Ping and Yang Mier rang in Hu Yibao's ears.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

Wang Ping: "Come with me to buy clothes tomorrow."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and you didn't even bother buying two new pieces of clothing."

"I know, Mom!"

…

After Wang Ping left.

"The blank outlines the blue and white..."

Hu Yibao heard Yang Mier's clear singing voice.

"I was actually singing my Blue and White Porcelain."

“It’s a pretty good song.”

Hu Yibao chuckled and shook his head, then used the system to turn off his enhanced hearing.

The surroundings instantly returned to silence.

I went back to the bedroom, picked up the lyrics book beside the bed, and opened it to the third page.

Today's new song has been updated.

【Jiangnan】

“The wind here is sticky

Clinging to the thoughts of passersby

The rain has become tangled into threads here

Clinging to the world

You being by my side is fate

Fate is written on the Three Lives Stone

Love is one ten-thousandth sweet

I'd rather be buried here.

Circles, circles, circles

Every day, every year, every day, I

Look deeply at your face

Angry tenderness..."

Another Chinese style song.

Hu Yibao hummed along with the music score.

Although not as stunning as Dongfengpo and Blue and White Porcelain, it is also quite excellent.