Yang Han didn't know whether he should be angry or not, anyway, at noon, staring at the three little heads in front of him in the teahouse, he finally shook his head and laughed angrily.

"Well, you're 'crazy when you win and carry together when you lose', right?"

"I didn't do much serious work, so I learned first, and I was blessed and enjoyed together?"

"Do you think it's really the law that doesn't hold the people accountable?"

Yang Han was in front of the sofa where the three little ones were sitting, and while talking hatefully, he paced back and forth, as if thinking about what the three little guys should be guilty of.

His pair of "turtle touch me" brand leather flip-flops stepped on the wooden floor, and every step made a "cluck" sound, like a big bronze bell ringing in his heart, so frightened that Tang Wenfei didn't dare to raise his head.

The girl was eager to learn from the ostrich, to find a crack in the ground and hide her head.

However, she was the one who plucked up the courage to say that she wanted to face it with Yi Yi and dragged poor Peng Pengtong's boots into the water!

On Tang Wenfei's pale little face, he couldn't see the bravery just now.

"Uncle Yang, this matter, this is to blame me, I will first propose to sign you up for "The Good Voice of China"!" Peng Xueyuan raised his head, glanced at Uncle Yang secretly, and plucked up his courage to say. Peng Peng is a boy after all, and a boy must have one person to carry all the courage (jue) qi (wu).

"No, it's my decision to let Peng Peng help sign up!" Yang Ruoyi was reluctant to let her little friend take the blame for herself, she also raised her head and said excitedly, "And it's not just because I want to participate in "The Birth of a Girl Group", more importantly, more importantly, I think my father sings so well, you should be on TV more than me!"

Peng Xueyuan nodded hurriedly and echoed more: "Yes, Uncle Yang, you are a good voice that has been buried!"

"The buried voice, I'm still a master in the folk!" Yang Han glared at Peng Xueyuan with a smile.

As the saying goes: Boys have a flamboyant tongue and are definitely unreliable!

This kid is a typical example!

However, after Peng Xueyuan's gag, Yang Han's deliberately stiff face couldn't hold it anymore.

"Alright, alright, raise your head, call your mother and tell you that you won't be going back to eat at noon. Yang Han shook his head with a smile, and said in a soothing voice, "The people from your fifth uncle's hometown brought some sour bamboo shoots and capers, let's go to the teahouse at noon, get some Jingjiang rice noodles, and have a simple meal!"

......

Moreover, from beginning to end, he just felt that these three little guys were a little nonsense, and there was nothing to be angry about.

But as the old saying goes, if you don't open the house for three days, he doesn't cooperate with the angry expression, and he is worried that they will become more and more lawless!

As for "The Good Voice of China......

"Really? I didn't do anything, so I was selected to record "The Voice of China"? You shouldn't have been deceived by some award-winning text message, right?"

In the teahouse that was quiet at noon, Yang Han said jokingly when he saw the three of them eating Jingjiang rice noodles in a snort, especially seeing Yiyi being so spicy by the capers that he only exhaled, but he was still eating happily.

"Really!" Peng Xueyuan was so excited that he choked, and the Jingjiang rice noodles were a little spicy, so he choked a little uncomfortable in his throat, and coughed vigorously there.

Wu Maocai's daughter-in-law, Guo Ruhe, got up and poured him a glass of water, patted him on the back, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, speak slowly." ”

"Thank you, Aunt He!" Peng Xueyuan finally relieved himself, wiped the tears and snot he coughed up with the tissue handed to him by his friend, and said gratefully in a dumb voice.

He went on to explain: "I found the registration information for "Good Voice of China" under the official website of Hailan Channel, and then recorded the videos of your two singing, and used these to give you your name! I have received an email from the program team, and they said that they will call you in the next two days!"

Yang Han took the mobile phone handed over by Peng Xueyuan and took a cursory glance at the content of the email on it.

There is no suspicious information, it is basically certain that it is not a scam email, of course, it is said that the program team will communicate further with him on the phone, and Yang Han can make further judgments after communication. Whether it is a real program group, Yang Han believes that he can still judge it, after all...... He's from here, too!

"Which two of my singing videos did you record?" Yang Han was curious about this information that was not very important.

"That's it, it's "Thank You for Your Love" that you sang during the live broadcast last Monday, and you sang Peking Opera here on Tuesday, and I also recorded one. Peng Xueyuan ruffled his hair, secretly looked at Uncle Yang, and said cautiously.

"Peking Opera?Which one?" Yang Han frowned slightly, he thought that this little guy was not good at recording, and he actually recorded a video of himself singing Peking Opera!

Yang Han felt that his Peking Opera singing was actually very amateurish! After all, he had only studied with the teacher for two semesters before, and it was okay to listen to the old men in the teahouse casually, and the professionals must have sounded full of flaws.

Of course, he didn't particularly mind, because the videos were all recorded, and he had already signed up and uploaded them, so it was too late to regret it. It's just that the scene of his frowning made Peng Xueyuan tremble.

Peng Xueyuan was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while, but Yang Ruoyi remembered it clearly, she stopped her chopsticks and relieved her little friend: "It's the song that sounds very good, but then I couldn't find it on the Internet, so I sang like this: 'What lala, fire flag camp, there is a pine old three, mention a pine ......old three, mention a pine old three'"

Yang Ruoyi didn't understand the lyrics much at the time, but she remembered the melody of the song very well, and she could hum it vaguely.

"Oh, "Exploring the Qingshui River"!" Yang Han laughed, he made up a reason, and said, "This song is relatively unpopular, and you may not find it." ”

"Exploring the Qingshui River" is a little better, he is still good at it.

However, what songs are you singing, isn't it the focus of everyone's attention at all now?

"Dad, are you going to participate in "The Voice of China"?" Yang Ruoyi finally asked the question that everyone wanted to ask, and her bright eyes were also looking at her father tightly, as if she cared more about this decision than her father.

Yang Han looked at her daughter and smiled slightly: "Didn't you fail the audition? Why do you still want your father to participate in the competition?"

"It's either that I didn't pass, or that I haven't been notified yet!" Yang Ruoyi was not convinced when she heard it, her little nose wrinkled, and she protested in a coquettish voice, but when it came to the back, she was not very confident in herself.

"Then, I want my dad to try it! It doesn't matter if I have ever auditioned or not. ”

In order to want her father to believe her words, the girl still shook out the words in her heart: "Dad, you like to sing very much! I can feel it, Dad, you and I are the same, we both like to sing! And you sing so well, you can really go to the "Good Voice of China" to try it out!"

"Talent shows, one is deeper than the other. Yang Han smiled, he looked at the current Yiyi, just like he saw his former self, the ignorant are fearless, but later he understood, and now he has seen through the true face of these so-called drafts.

"However, that's also a stage to show yourself!" Yang Ruoyi thought that her father was going to give up this opportunity that she longed for but couldn't get, so she began to take on the tone of looking at her father Jackie Chan, and said anxiously, "Without a stage, what's the use of singing well?

Yang Han looked at his daughter in surprise, he could feel a surging energy from his daughter, Yang Han once also had it, its name was "Dream"!

"Dad didn't say he wouldn't attend. Yang Han tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and smiled softly.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't let his daughter down, because at this moment, Yiyi was facing failure, and he was carrying her unfulfilled dream!

Of all the things in the world, only food and dreams can not be disappointed!

"Let's wait for the program team to call!" Yang Han picked up the mobile phone that had not yet been returned to Peng Xueyuan and shook it, and smiled with Yang Ruoyi, "Look at what they say, Dad will make a decision!"

"Maybe you'll be able to see Dad on TV next month!"