After the little naughty Zhao Wen became proficient in the singing taught by Teacher Yaya, he thought that no one sang with him, so he pestered his family to sing.

He went to pester grandpa. Grandpa said, "If I could sing, the weasel wouldn't pull the chicken." ”

He went to pester grandma. The grandmother was even more unfamiliar and said, "If I could sing, the cats wouldn't howl." ”

When he pestered his father, he said, "Everyone goes to school like you - you get a score of 0 in the school test, don't you, sing, who's going to pull wood? No one makes money, you use your fart to pay for tuition?"

"You can make money by singing!"

"Can you still make money singing?"

"Why can't you earn it? When Zhao Mingkun and his grandfather died, they came to sing a small opera, and I saw that the old man in the account room gave them money, a big stack!"

"Then I can't earn it, I can't sing. ”

"But one day I heard you humming. ”

"Nonsense, the pig is humming. The deaf slaughter the pig and do not listen to the hum. ”

"You sang that day, it seems to be - Lao Tzu's team of seven or eight guns. ”

"Oh, that's it. Saying that, Zhao Dunzi sang it. "I think at the beginning, Lao Tzu's team had just opened, and there were only a dozen people in total, seven or eight guns...... Thanks to Sister-in-law Aqing, I was able to hide myself in the water tank. ”

"It's good to sing, can you go and sing a little drama to make money? The one who earns a lot of money and is not tired, it is much more fun than you to go out and see wood like a bald head. If you meet Xiong Da Xiong Er, I won't have a father. ”

"Okay, okay, I have to go out to work, I don't have time to grind my teeth with you. Dad said and drove the farm truck away.

Zhao Wen had no choice but to pester his mother Liu Feng.

Since Zheng Yang's death, Liu Feng once wanted to commit suicide by jumping into the river. Later, he thought of Zheng Yang, and only spoke for him to complain about his grievances, and was thought to be a ghost. Her son Zhao Wen was also afraid of her and kept a certain distance from her. Later, Teacher Yaya taught Zhao Wen to sing, and when Zhao Wen came home to sing, she also sang a few words, and Zhao Wen began to get close to her.

"Mom, shall we sing 'My Motherland'?"

"Good. She sang like she was singing decently.

"Mom, why are you singing so well? Are you ghost-possessed again—no, is there a dead female or male singer who has thrown his soul on you again?"

"Nope. I don't want anyone's soul, as long as your uncle Zheng Yang's. ”

"Yes, is his soul so good? can he sing, how come I never heard my uncle sing?"

"He has a good nature, it's good to listen to if he doesn't sing, a snore is a song, a sneeze is a song, and soaking and peeing can also pour out the best instrumental sound. ”

"Yes? Then I can do it. One time I peed in a puddle and I heard nice sounds. ”

"You're far behind. You're all far from it. ”

"Why do you think he's so good? Did you two hook up? Did you sneak into a sorghum field?"

"If that's fine, I'll regret it — he's best because he can take me to Beijing. ”

"Mom, it turns out that you want to go to Beijing, I'll take you there when I'm older!"

"Really, I can't imagine that you are a little naughty, you are the worst bad boy who makes your mother angry when you don't write a word in school, and your heart is so good!"

"I'm not a bad boy! Mom, I don't like those words, I feel that they are very annoying! But I don't hate the singing taught by Teacher Yaya, don't I learn singing very well? You can't say that I haven't learned anything well, I have learned it well. In music class, I am a top student! The three good students all learn to sing from me!"

"Really?—— but if you go to school well, you can get into college, get a good job, and earn money for your family. What about singing, right?"

"Why not, who said ?—— mother, you sing so well, why don't you follow those troupes to tour the village and sing small operas? The popular songs they sing are the most popular! It's okay to sing revolutionary songs, as long as the singing is lively!"

"I have a hand in singing - but how do I know if people will accept me?"

"I'll ask you!!"