Wu Guifang's new coat was finally finished a week later. She couldn't help but take it out and wear it for a day, walking around the streets. If there was a stray dog ​​in the alley that didn't know about her new coat, it would be her failure to promote it well enough.

The new coat received a lot of praise from neighbors and friends, but it didn’t look like Qiao Lu’s coat at all. Although the styles were similar, both the cut and the temperament were different. No one associated it with Qiao Lu’s coat. They just thought it was a new style that Wu Guifang had come up with!

It is new, but I always feel something is wrong. It seems not suitable for winter. It is a bit thin, but there is a layer of velvet inside. I can't tell what season this clothing is from.

But Wu Guifang herself was quite happy, after all, everyone was praising her.

On the topic of new clothes, everyone asked each other for advice, and Wu Guifang accidentally let it slip that everyone then realized that the new clothes were made based on the coat that Qiao Lu wore at her wedding!

But no matter how I look at it, it doesn't look like it... After talking about it, I still think Qiao Lu's one is the best.

Later, they went to Xu's cottage to find Qiao Lu, and she hinted that she could lend it to them to have a look, and she promised to return it soon.

Not only the inner courtyard, but also several female comrades from the outer courtyard followed. Qiao Lu thought that it would be fine if she lent it to the inner courtyard, but the people from the outer courtyard were not familiar with her. A piece of clothing would be borrowed from one place to another, and she wouldn't know what it looked like when it was returned. If such expensive material was damaged by someone, would you let them compensate for it or not?

After thinking for a while, he half-jokingly said, "Okay, if you want to see it, you can come to my house and get it. But I find that I have nothing to do staying at home every day, so I plan to try tailoring next year. Do you think this plan will work?"

"Ah? You want to be a tailor?" Everyone was surprised.

Qiao Lu smiled and said, "Well, I want to give it a try. It's a good way to kill time when I'm free at home."

Being a tailor? Isn't that making money by making clothes? This makes people feel embarrassed to look at her clothes for free... It would be unreasonable not to give her some money, right?

But no one was willing to spend money, and the women in the outer courtyard were not familiar with Qiao Lu, so they left in boredom after just a few words.

Of course, neighbor Qiao Lu was embarrassed to accept the money, and facts proved that this idea was correct.

After all the female comrades in the inner courtyard borrowed Qiao Lu's coat, they treated her like a family member!

Isn’t the Spring Festival coming soon? Qiaolu and her husband are planning to spend it in Li’an this year. The aunts and sisters are enthusiastically teaching her the Li’an Spring Festival process, helping her make rice cakes, writing Spring Festival couplets, steaming steamed buns, and making Li’an’s unique sugar rings… One week before New Year’s Eve, they even woke her up in the middle of the night to queue up at the grocery store to buy special yams that don’t require a ticket! Each household gets a share based on the number of people. If you go too late, you won’t get any!

Xu Haizhou had never celebrated the Spring Festival in the south, so he was not familiar with the customs here. Now that he was learning from Qiao Lu, he found it quite interesting. He realized that there was a big difference between celebrating the Spring Festival in the north and south.

For example, people in the North like to make and eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, while people in the South like to eat glutinous rice balls and make rice cakes. People in the South like to paste the word "Fu" (good fortune) on their windows, while people in the North also paste window decorations. The glass windows are covered with a sea of ​​red, and Southerners who don't know would think it is a wedding banquet of some newlyweds!

Qiao Lu couldn't help but sigh: "It's really worth borrowing this dress. I can use it as tuition payment."

The rice cake is not completely done after it is beaten. Some of it has to be set aside and made into various small animal shapes, and then the eyes, noses and mouths are painted with various food pigments. This is the part that children like the most, because most families with children can let the children paint the rice cakes themselves. In the end, there are all kinds of shapes, such as puppies, cats, and rabbits, good-looking and not so good-looking. In short, the purpose is to make people happy!

On New Year’s Eve, children from every family will carry small animal rice cakes and visit every household. If one takes a fancy to another’s rice cake, they will exchange them. When they return home, they will hardly find their own rice cakes in their baskets. What is this called?

Baijia Cake!

In addition to rice cakes, the aunties also told Qiao Lu that there is another part of the Spring Festival celebration in Li'an City that children like more, and that is making lanterns.

Every father will make lanterns and masks for his children in advance. Lanterns are easy to make, but masks are difficult because they have to be made according to the zodiac signs. The father will make a mask based on the zodiac sign of his child.

The mask is not the kind that hangs on the face. It is a hollowed-out mask that covers the head like a lantern, with holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. It looks very funny when children wear it.

This custom is a bit like Halloween in the West, where people dress up as various monsters and go from house to house asking for candy. Of course, this is the East after all, and in the 1980s there was no custom of asking for candy. People would just go from house to house and find children of the same age to go out and play on the street together.

A week before New Year's Eve, Xu Haizhou began to learn how to make masks under the guidance of his neighbors. He didn't do it well the first time, as it was crooked and difficult to make out. But the second time he did it with ease. The delicate little monkey mask fit Qiao An's head one-to-one, and all the details were in place, whether it was the color or the size.

After putting it on, you will look like a cute little baby. When you jump around, you look like a real little monkey. Who wouldn't be jealous?

Looking at the shoddy mask my father made for me, this one seems too shoddy in comparison!

...It's not that their fathers are unwilling to do a good job, but if you want to make this thing detailed, it will take you at least four or five days to do it well, so the fathers all tacitly do a "perfunctory" job.

Qiaoan's beautiful and exquisite little monkey mask shocked many children, not only those from the inner and outer courtyards, but also those from the neighboring courtyard. They rushed over to surround him and chattered about him.

"Joan, can I wear your little monkey mask? I am also a monkey." It's just a bigger monkey than him.

The mask was made in a one-to-one ratio according to Qiaoan's size. How could a ten-year-old child possibly wear it? Qiaoan took it off generously, and a minute later the older brother returned it to him in disappointment.

"Joan, I'm a goat. Can I wear your monkey mask?"

"Joan, I'm a pig! I want to wear it too!"

"Brother An An, I am a horse, I want it too!"

Looking at her son surrounded by a group of children, Qiao Lu said to Xu Haizhou complacently: "Hey, our son has really been in the spotlight recently, with new clothes, new hats, and beautiful lanterns. Look how happy he is."

Xu Haizhou looked over with gentle eyes, and his iron heart softened.

"It's good. He is much more cheerful now and not afraid of strangers." He said while stroking his wife's hair.

"Yes, the changes are huge." In just over three months, it seems as if the world has been reshaped.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was February 10th, and there were still two days until New Year's Eve. Regardless of how much he could earn from the stall, Xu Haizhou took a break for the next few days and stayed at home with his wife and children to prepare for the New Year.

This morning, Xu Haizhou got up early again and had cornmeal porridge with white flour steamed bread and a pile of cabbage. Qiao Lu specifically told everyone yesterday that everyone should eat a boiled egg every morning to supplement their nutrition. The egg was cooked and soaked in hot water, so it wouldn't be cold when the mother and son woke up.

Peel off the eggshell, the round egg white is more tender than Qiao An's face

The boy took the egg, separated the egg white and ate it with relish. After finishing the egg white, he held the yolk in his hand for a long time and subconsciously handed it to Qiao Lu.

"Mom, egg yolk..."

"You have to eat the egg yolk too." The child doesn't like to eat egg yolks. Qiao Lu used to get used to him, but today he was really full and couldn't swallow it anymore.

Little Qiaoan instantly wilted, his eyebrows drooped, and he listlessly placed the egg yolk in his palm and stared at the little yolk with his wide eyes. Oh no, he stared at the yolk with his wide eyes - if you didn't know better, you would have thought he was expressing his feelings to the little yolk.

In the end, his eyes almost popped out, but nothing came of it.

"Mom, am I a bad kid?" Qiao An asked gloomily, looking at the egg yolk and then at Qiao Lu.

Qiao Lu was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Because I don't like eating egg yolks. It's not good to waste food."

Phew - eating an egg yolk makes you a bad kid. If that's the case, there is no good kid in the world.

Qiao Lu was about to say something when Xu Haizhou said, "You don't like eating egg yolks, which doesn't mean you're a bad kid. Dad doesn't like eating cabbage either, so am I a bad dad?"

When he was a child, his family was poor. There must be cabbage on the dinner table all year round, including the Spring Festival. It was boiled, steamed, and occasionally fried with a little oil... After eating it for twenty years, Xu Haizhou was traumatized and swore that no matter whether he was rich or poor, he would never eat cabbage again in his life.

Qiao An looked at him seriously and shook his head, saying, "You are a good father."

Xu Haizhou rubbed his head: "That's right, don't let your imagination run wild, okay?"

Qiao An's eyes lit up and he hugged him happily: "Yeah! But Dad, I still don't like eating egg yolks."

"Then give it to Dad."

Having said that, Xu Haizhou snatched the egg yolk from his hand and put it into his mouth.

Qiao An was stunned, and Qiao Lu was also stunned. When Qiao Lu reacted, both father and son smiled happily, just like a little mouse who had just stolen oil and was laughing with secret joy.

Qiao Lu pretended to be angry, put her hands on her hips and frowned: "Great, you actually learned to call for help! Look, I'm going to deal with you!"

As he said this, he bent down to catch him. Qiao An realized that something was wrong, so he dropped his spoon, ran around the dining table, and finally threw himself into Xu Haizhou's arms.

“Dad, help me!”

Xu Haizhou caught him steadily and kissed his tender cheeks twice as if he had found a treasure: "Don't be afraid, Daddy will protect you."

Qiao Lu came over unhappily and pinched his nose: "I'll deal with you after dad leaves!"

Unexpectedly, not only did my father not leave today, but Li Hongjun also came, carrying a foldable camp bed into the yard, followed by a brother.

Xu Haizhou walked over and took a large square tin box from his friend's hand. He took a closer look and found that it was a radio!

Seeing his wife's confused expression, Xu Haizhou put down the radio and squeezed her hand amusedly.

"I wanted to buy it last month, but the stall was too busy and I never got around to it. Isn't Chinese New Year coming soon? I should bring the radio back as soon as possible so that I can listen to the programs during the Chinese New Year and my home won't be too lonely."

Every household has elders, but there are none here, so it inevitably looks clean.

Before Qiao Lu could say anything, Li Hongjun came into the room carrying a military bed.

"Come here, come here! Watch out, little baby, make way and hide!"

The door was wide open, and the cold air poured in through the eaves. Qiao Lu quickly closed the door, thus blocking out the curious gazes from the outside world.

Qiao An looked at Li Hongjun and the other uncle he had never met in confusion, then turned around and hid behind Qiao Lu.

"Mom, what is uncle doing?"

Qiao Lu lowered her head and glanced at him, then smiled and said, "He's moving things for us."

"What are you moving?"

Qiao Lu pinched his little hand, the soft flesh felt so comfortable.

"We'll find out in a moment."

After the beds and radio were put away, Qiao Lu quickly poured hot water for the two of them. Li Hongjun drank it slowly, while the other brother finished it in one gulp and then left, saying that he had work to do at home and had to leave quickly.

Xu Haizhou did not keep him. He thanked him and sent him to the gate of the courtyard. When he came back, his son was staring at the radio with stars in his eyes.

The arrival of the radio obviously excited Qiao An more than the camp bed. He touched and pressed it carefully from time to time.

"Dad, what is this?"

Xu Haizhou rubbed his head: "Radio, you can listen to programs, songs, and weather forecasts..."

"Wow, can I listen to everything?" He put his ear to the radio and listened, but he couldn't hear anything.

Qiao Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she hugged him away and said, "Let Dad teach you how to operate it."

Xu Haizhou has a radio in his home in the north. He bought it in the 1970s, so it must be six or seven years old, older than Qiao An. The radio he bought today is a new model, with similar functions to the old one, but it is more practical.

Xu Haizhou pressed the switch button lightly and twisted it, jumping directly to the storytelling channel, where Liu Lanfang's storytelling "The Biography of Yue Fei" was playing.

The sudden sound startled Qiao An. He thought it was so novel that his two short legs jumped up and down excitedly: "Daddy, daddy! Can I touch it?"

Several adults looked at him with amusement. Xu Haizhou made way and led his son over: "Sure, come on."

"Which one should I press?" The little guy raised his hands high, eager to try and couldn't wait!

"This is the switch. You press it to turn it on and off. This is the volume button. This is for plus and this is for minus. This rotary button is for the channel... remember it?"

The young man nodded thoughtfully: "Hmm...I remember a little bit."

How could he remember it right away when he first encountered it? But it doesn’t matter, there is a long way to go and he has plenty of time to learn!

The boy reached out his hand and pressed the switch button tentatively, but without much force, the button didn't budge.

Qiao An scratched his head in confusion: "Dad, should I press it very gently?"

Qiao Lu laughed and said, "No need. With your small body, you can use as much strength as you want."

The boy believed his mother's words and pressed the button of the radio hard. The sudden sound scared him so much that he fell directly into Qiao Lu's arms.

"Ah ...

She twisted around and threw herself into Qiao Lu's arms, her little butt sticking out. Her body trembled with his violent movements, which was really cute.

"Hahahaha——" Li Hongjun laughed out loud without giving any face, and the couple couldn't help laughing.

"Don't be afraid, you turned on the radio." Qiao Lu patted his shoulder and motioned him to get up.

Qiao An raised his head, and everyone noticed that the little guy's eyes and face were red, and he was pouting, not knowing whether he was frightened or embarrassed.

Phew——How can it be so cute?

After fiddling with the radio for a while, Qiao Lu prepared to go to the market to buy vegetables with Wu Guifang, and deliberately asked Li Hongjun to stay for dinner before leaving.

Li Hongjun did not refuse and stayed.

When Qiao Lu came back from buying groceries, the inner courtyard was extremely bustling. The children of the Chen family, the Tian family, the Hu family... all gathered under the loquat tree. When she got closer, she saw her precious son surrounded in the middle. He was sitting on a small chair with a brand new radio in his arms, which was playing a children's program.

"Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick-tick--children, the trumpet has started broadcasting!"

The children were following the instructions with great interest, not even bothered by the cold wind.

Qiao Lu originally wanted to invite everyone into the house to listen, but seeing how engrossed they were in listening... forget it, it's better not to disturb them.

The income of residents in the large compound is generally at the lower-middle level in Li'an City. So far, no one in the inner courtyard has bought a radio, but there are practical items such as sewing machines and bicycles.

There was a thirteen-year-old girl named Zou Kuihua in the outer courtyard. Her family had a radio and a TV. Every evening, the door of Zou's house was always crowded with people. Her family was the most envied family in the whole courtyard. It was said that her father went to Hong Kong to do business with his friends four years ago, and since then he would send a lot of money to the family every month, the kind that could not be spent all, which was very enviable.

After lunch was ready, Qiao Lu shouted into the yard at the top of her lungs, and the children who were so immersed in the story finally came to their senses.

"An An! It's time to eat!"

The boy came back to his senses as if from a dream, held the radio and patted it with satisfaction, then pressed the power button with his little hand, and the whole scene fell silent.

"Okay, I'm going home. Goodbye, everyone." He said, and ran back to the room in small, prudent steps.

His friends watched him leave reluctantly.

Xu Haizhou was waiting for him at the door. He walked over, took the radio, picked him up with one hand, and kissed his cool little face: "How is it? Is the program good?"

"Hmm! It's so beautiful, Dad. I even learned a song!" This child now always speaks with Xu Haizhou's northern accent, erhua sounds and so on.

There is a saying that is true: Northern dialect is the easiest to spread from person to person.

Li Hongjun was chewing an apple and asked him with a smile: "My dear, you have learned to sing. Sing for your uncle."

The little guy sang loudly, probably because he was held in his father's arms, he was not at all stage frightened, and his voice was soft and sweet.

"La la la, la la la ~ I'm a little expert in selling newspapers ~"

The song is over, applause!

The boy was praised by his father and Uncle Li. Finally, when his mother came in with the dishes, she was also praised.

He held his head high with pride all the way until dinner time.

After a sumptuous lunch, Qiao Lu locked the door to avoid being seen by the neighbors.

A small bowl of cucumber and preserved egg soup, a serving of braised pork ribs with potatoes, and a serving of mapo tofu. Because my son and husband can't eat spicy food, I didn't put any chili in the food, but used a small amount of black bean paste instead, and it looked like the dish was meant to be.

At the dinner table, the boy was humming a song while eating, and Qiao Lu reminded him loudly.

"An An, let's sing after we finish our meal." How can he eat while humming a song? After half a day, he only finished one fifth of a bowl of rice.

"Okay then, Mom." Qiao An stopped singing and started to eat rice with a grunting speed. He couldn't wait to finish his meal and sing!

Li Hongjun looked at it and suddenly remembered something. He opened a cloth bag he brought with him and took out a small box from it mysteriously.

"An An, look what good stuff uncle has here!"

He put the thing on the table. It was a small silver box with two buttons on the top, a longer silver button and a shorter red button. There was a string of English words on the bottom of the box, but because it was worn out, Qiao Lu couldn't make out what it said.

"What is it, uncle?" It looks like a...small lunch box!

Xu Haizhou raised his eyebrows: "Single player?"

"A single player? What is that?" Perhaps it was something too old, Qiao Lu had never even heard of it!

Seeing that Qiao Lu didn't know, Li Hongjun became even more proud.

"Oh, you know that too." Li Hongjun glanced at Xu Haizhou and pushed it in front of Qiao Lu with a very proud expression: "This is a good thing. Don't underestimate it because it's small. It's more expensive than a radio! Two hundred and forty!"

Don't be fooled by its appearance of a lunch box, the music it plays is quite nice. Moreover, it has a tape storage system that can store many audio files that cannot be played by a radio. It is palm-sized and very easy to carry with you. Isn't this better than a radio?

"I made a lot of money selling gloves recently. Chinese New Year is coming soon, so let's be generous and play some music to celebrate."

Qiao Lu teased him: "Aren't the songs on the radio festive enough for you?"

Li Hongjun clicked his tongue and said, "How can that be possible? The radio doesn't have everything you want to listen to. It's not good. It's not as good as my single player."

A single player is definitely a "luxury" in this era. On it, you can listen to many songs that you can't hear on the radio, such as various classic songs by Teresa Teng, and some songs that have been banned in mainland China for various reasons...

Accustomed to listening to red songs and various exciting and inspiring marches since childhood, occasionally a leisurely and sweet love song is heard, which feels so fresh... Especially for a single young man like Li Hongjun, listening to sweet love songs, it is as if a claw is placed on the heart, pinching it, gently pinching it, making the heart itchy and unbearable.

"It took me more than half a month to get it. It's a Sanyo brand. It works great!" He said as he pressed the switch. A melodious tune started to flow out: "Little baby, listen to it."

Qiao An was so excited that he stopped eating. He held the chopsticks and shook his head, swaying his body to the rhythm of the music, shaking his short legs and occasionally humming along.

Qiao Lu laughed. Could it be that this child still has artistic talent?

"On that beautiful night

The lovers are together as a pair

They were dating, holding hands and saying endless sweet words

"The love between us is so deep..."

It is Teresa Teng’s “Hong Kong Night”.

"Does it sound good?"

"Hmm! Nice!" Qiao An couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics, he just listened to the tune, but to him, all the songs here were nice.

The young man continued to hum along with the single player. Seeing this, Xu Haizhou warned him, "An An, you can't sing this song outside, understand?"

Qiaoan stopped singing and said, "Why, Dad? I think it sounds good."

After thinking it over, Xu Haizhou made up a lie: "Children can't sing this song outside. Singing it will make your mouth burn, do you understand?"

In the early days of the reform and opening up in the 1980s, Hong Kong stars led by Teresa Teng began to enter the mainland. But in 1982, the People's Music Publishing House published a book called "How to Identify Pornographic Songs".

The book believes that songs such as rock and love songs are "crazy chaos". These songs are regarded as "monsters" by the decent, so that if you want to listen to them, you can only listen to them secretly...

Therefore, the love songs sung by Guan and Deng Lijun at that time were also called "靡靡之音". Compared with the popular songs in the past, they were indeed too soft and greasy, which made people's bones fall apart.

"Ah? Getting angry? My mouth is getting angry?" Qiao An didn't understand: "What does getting angry mean?"

Xu Haizhou pondered for half a second: "Getting angry means... your mouth will blister and it will hurt."

Qiao An touched his mouth in fear: "Ah, Dad, I don't want my mouth to hurt."

How can you eat if your mouth hurts?

Xu Haizhou frowned seriously: "Well, so you can't sing it outside for others to hear, understand?"

Qiao An nodded: "Then can I sing other songs outside? I am just an expert in selling newspapers."

Xu Haizhou: "Yes, any song in the radio is fine."

"Okay." Then he wouldn't sing. There were other good songs anyway, and he didn't want to get a sore mouth.

The kid was very happy because he heard such a nice song. He felt that he should not listen to other people's songs for nothing. After dinner, he took out the snacks that he had treasured for a long time and was reluctant to eat to share with Uncle Li:

Qiao An: "Uncle, do you eat melon seeds?"

"eat!"

Qiao An: "Uncle, do you want to eat cakes?"

"eat!"

The young man suddenly realized that something was wrong. His brows gradually became serious. He tilted his head and asked, "Well... then, do you want to eat the biscuits?"

Li Hongjun nodded heavily: "Eat!"

The boy smirked: "Uncle, why do you eat everything?"

Puff——

The couple laughed heartlessly.

Li Hongjun: “???”

"Little Qiaoan, didn't you ask me if I wanted to eat? As a polite person, of course I have to say yes."

Joan blinked and raised her index finger: "A polite person should say: Thank you, little Joan, I can have one."

If all of it is eaten, the host himself will have nothing to eat, which is not acceptable.

His mother taught him that when visiting someone's home, he should not eat all the food in the house. His mother said that many people's homes are not well off nowadays, so he should not eat other people's food.

Li Hongjun left with a smile, saying that Qiao Lu's son was very funny and he would come to play with him again next time.

Qiao An stood at the door and watched Uncle Li leave. Looking at the few cookies left in the small box, she bit her lip and whispered, "Don't tease me, you annoying guy."

"Hahahaha——" Forgive the old mother for laughing mercilessly.

…

In the evening, after washing up, Qiaoan lay on the bed holding the radio and humming a song. It was a long time before she realized why her mother hadn't come in yet.

So he put on his little slippers and ran to the outer room.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Qiao Lu opened the foldable bed leaning against the corner of the wall, which was very convenient. The single bed was also quite small, and it was definitely more than enough for Qiao An to sleep alone.

"Mother is making the bed," replied Jolu.

Qiaoan: "Mom, why do you put a bed here?"

Qiao Lu: "Because when An An grows up, he will sleep here and can't sleep with mom anymore."

"I want to sleep with mommy." The kid rushed over and hugged her thighs.

"You can't do that when you grow up." Qiao Lu couldn't move, so she pried his hands apart and kneaded his cheeks: "Look, does your mother sleep with your grandmother? Does your father sleep with his mother? You have to sleep on your own when you grow up."

The air froze for two seconds.

"Ah... okay." The young man looked a little disappointed: "Then when will I grow up?"

Patting his little head, Qiao Lu continued to make the bed: "Soon, he will be big in two years."

"Then why do we need to put the bed in now?"

Qiao Lu looked at him guiltily and quickened her movements: "Make preparations in advance."

After making the bed, Qiao Lu continued to tell stories to her son. After she finished, Qiao An was still excited and didn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Mom, why don't we have the songs in Uncle Li's little box on our radio?"

"Because... we don't have any of Uncle Li's songs here." It has to be said that Qiao Lu is also a qualified master of nonsense.

Qiao An was confused and scratched her ears: "Mom, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

Qiao Lu smiled and patted his butt: "It's right that you don't understand. Go to sleep."

Pulling the quilt under his neck, the young man suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Mom, Mom, are you sleepy?"

"I'm fine." Qiao Lu also lay down.

The boy turned sideways and put his arms around her waist: "Mom, let me sing a song for you. I just learned it today."

Qiao Lu became interested and put her hands behind her head: "Oh? You just learned it? Sing it to me."

Qiaolu thought her son was going to sing some cute nursery rhymes, but he hugged her and sang a love song in a baby voice:

"They were dating, holding hands and talking endlessly about love, and they were full of affection..."

Xu Haizhou, who was changing into pajamas in front of the closet, heard it and ran over at the speed of a 100-meter sprint to cover his son's mouth: "An An, what are you singing?"

"Mmmmm..." The little guy blinked innocently, pushed Xu Haizhou's hand away, and said crisply: "Dad, I'm singing!"

"You..." A few black lines slid across Xu Haizhou's forehead: "You can sing after listening to it once?"

Qiao An nodded vigorously: "Yeah! That sounds great, Dad! I remembered it right away!"

Xu Haizhou helplessly held his forehead and said, "Didn't Dad tell us not to sing this song outside?"

"Dad." The young man said confidently, with a serious expression, "But I'm not outside now, I'm inside."

Qiaolu laughed until tears came out.

Xu Haizhou: “…”

My son has a good memory and a quick mind. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?