Chapter 375: Cheers from the Alley

Chen Qing came and sat down beside him, "So do you want to learn music?"

"A little bit, because everyone praises me and says that I sing very well."

When Maomao was rehearsing singing last time, everyone was praising him, and the newspaper also wrote that he sang well.

He hopes that others like him.

"Then you can give it a try first, because think about it, your parents can't sing as well as you, so they don't have the confidence to make comments." Chen Qing gave him advice.

"My dad pretends to know everything even though he doesn't." Maomao said helplessly.

Chen Qing felt that she could not scold the child's father in front of the child, but she couldn't help cursing Mao Jianguo for being sick in her heart.

She held her forehead and thought about how to answer.

Seeing that his aunt was troubled, Maomao suddenly laughed and said, "Aunt, does my dad annoy you?"

"Well……"

Chen Qing silently told himself not to belittle his father in front of the child.

Maomao said, "I will try to sing."

Chen Qing's eyes lit up: "That's great."

"Because I also talked to He Yuxiang today, he supports me very much, and you support me too, so I want to give it a try."

Maomao thought in his heart that his aunt and He Yuxiang were the smartest people in the world, and it would be right if they supported him to give it a try.

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How does He Yuxiang support you?"

She had rarely heard He Yuxiang say any inspirational words.

Maomao imitated He Yuxiang's arrogant expression: "I think you sing well, I will be your audience."

Chen Qing covered his heart: "He Yuxiang... He Yuxiang..."

When will this guy speak some human words to her?

He Yuxiang didn't move at all in the kitchen. Every time his aunt called him, it was like calling his soul. Then he would walk over and be asked to do a small task.

He Yuan: "Go and see what your aunt wants you to do?"

He Yuxiang came to his aunt impatiently: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Chen Qing immediately repeated what he had said to Maomao: "I'm not asking you to say something nice to me, I just want to hear how you say this."

He Yuxiang: “???”

When did he ever say something so corny!

He looked at Maomao in shock: "When did I tell you this?"

Maomao: "This morning."

He Yuxiang thought for a moment and said speechlessly: "What I mean is, if your parents belittle your singing, you can tell your parents that you have loyal listeners."

Chen Qing thought it didn't matter.

He Yuxiang felt that there was a huge difference: "He's too corny!"

Maomao said innocently: "What you said is exactly the same as what I said."

Chen Qing agreed: "Yes, yes."

Xiaoyu also ran over to join in the fun: "What's wrong?"

He Yuxiang was too lazy to pay attention to them and went back to continue learning cooking from his uncle.

Xiaoyu asked Maomao what was wrong. After listening, she patted her chest and promised: "I will be your loyal listener."

"I knew that you are the best sister, Xiaoyu." Maomao became happy, and the moment he smiled, a gentle arc appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Chen Qing’s intuition is that Maomao will definitely become a handsome guy in the future!

Western bones, Eastern skin.

The advantages of being mixed-race are apparent at the age of seven.

When he grew up, the Hong Kong entertainment industry was booming. He was handsome, could sing, spoke well, and Hong Kong was close, so he could become a singer.

Moreover, he has been officially reported for his singing at such a young age, and he can also issue a wave of press releases about being a "child star" to brag about it. Now that he has the halo, he can find a composer to write some good works for him and a company to run the business, and he can directly become a veteran in the entertainment industry and the music scene!

Chen Qing fell into daydreaming.

The more I think about it, the more beautiful it becomes.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Maomao was very kind.

Maomao felt that his aunt had suddenly become very strange: "Aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Nothing serious, I just made myself happy."

He Yuxiang, who came out with the food, didn't know what to say.

Today, to celebrate Maomao's return home, He Yuan specially made sweet and sour pork that the kids love.

Maomao ate with great relish, and chatted with Aunt Xiaoyu while eating.

Chen Qing and Xiaoyu both like to talk, and with the addition of Maomao, the three of them couldn't stop chatting during the meal.

He Yuan and He Yuxiang ate in silence.

The uncle and nephew didn't even understand why they couldn't stop laughing just because Maomao imitated a stranger's expression.

evening.

Chen Qing and Xiaoyu followed Maomao out.

Because Maomao promised the uncles and aunts that he would show them his singing ability in the evening.

A group of young people who were gathering at the street office heard that the kid with the best singing voice on Army Day would be performing at the entrance of the alley, so they also came to wait there.

Many people had gathered under the banyan tree, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and discussing how beautifully the little kid who was praised in the newspaper for his singing was singing.

Maomao's eyes lit up when he saw so many people.

Chen Qing was surprised, "There are so many people."

There were many men, women, young and old in the alley. What did Maomao say to them?

Maomao smiled and waved to everyone: "Grandpa, grandma, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, hello, I am Maomao."

"Hey, Maomao is here. The newspaper said you sing very beautifully. Come and let us hear it."

"I heard from others that his singing is very spiritual and unforgettable."

"Yes, come and sing it for me."

…

Everyone looked at Maomao expectantly.

Maomao was not afraid of crowds. He walked in with a bench, stood on it, and became the person surrounded by the crowd.

He looked at his aunt and sister, and seeing them cheering him on, he began to sing, "The East is Red, the Sun is Rising—"

Without accompaniment or technique, he just started singing, pronouncing every word precisely.

The sound is clean, clear and bright.

Chen Qing felt like his soul was cleansed every time he listened to it. Although he was young, his voice was high and his clenched fists added to his imposing manner.

She suddenly wondered, every time Maomao sang with others, did it hinder his performance?

The onlookers listened to Maomao singing and listened attentively as if the pause button was pressed.

In the shadow of the banyan tree's aerial roots, her fluffy platinum curly hair was gently blown by the evening breeze, and her blue eyes reflected the last ray of sunset glow.

He stood on a stool, with a relaxed posture, confident and generous: "The Communist Party faces the sun, and wherever it shines, there is light..."

Some people sang along, and an old man who had experienced much suffering sang in a muddy harmony: "He is the people's savior..."

When Maomao finished singing a song, everyone applauded: "Great singing!"

"As expected of a child who was praised by the newspaper for his good singing."

"I guarantee you'll be a member of the art troupe in the future."

…

Everybody clapped their hands wholeheartedly, and some people even called on Maomao to sing one more song, so Maomao sang five songs in a row.

Received applause from all the crowd.