From the morning to the dusk of the afternoon, we stayed at Mei Qing's house, Mei Qing surprisingly didn't drive me away, of course, even if she wanted to drive me away, I had to make her agree to accept Yan Xun's two children.

"Aunt Mei, Teacher Mei, Sister Mei......" I sat next to Mei Qing and said to her flatteringly.

Mei Qing didn't turn her eyes to look at me, I flattered and scolded me with both soft and hard methods, scolded for a while, then turned my head to Yan Jiaxin's side and said, "Why is your teacher the same as you?" Don't eat soft and hard! ”

She tasted the cake very elegantly, and fed the cake to Yan Yin's mouth from time to time, and after a while, she replied to me: "You will have a way, but you haven't been able to satisfy the teacher."

"How can I satisfy her?"

"Keep going scoundrel!"

I'm speechless.

After chatting with them for a while, I ran to Mei Qing's side again and begged bitterly, "Aunt Mei, you say, what do you have to do to accept these two children?" ”

Mei Qing raised her head, pointed to the floor on the ground and said, "The floor is a little dirty!" ”

As soon as she said this, I immediately ran into the toilet, got tools from it and cleaned it up, and after a busy meal, continued to ask her, "Aunt Mei, is it okay?"

She didn't say anything and continued, "Do you know how to cook?"

"Huh?" My mouth opened wide, and after half a sound, I nodded and said, "Yes, yes, of course, definitely, Aunt Bao Mei is satisfied."

I walked into the kitchen, put on my apron, and yelled, "Get done!" ”

Outside, I vaguely heard their conversation, "Does Brother Lei Hao also cook?" ”

"I don't know!"

"Sister Principal, have you ever eaten it?"

"Nope!"

……

I've prepared 12 points of spirit, and I'm ready to make a table of meals that will leave them stunned, so as to impress Mei Qing.

Forty minutes later, I had a table of food ready, and I took off my apron and shouted to them, "It's time to eat!"

A few people sitting came over one after another, and I walked next to Mei Qing and asked her to sit down very gentlemanly, "Aunt Mei, sit down!" ”

As soon as Mei Qing sat down, I also walked to my seat and sat down, and said confidently: "How about it, the craftsmanship is good!"

"Don't just look good, don't look good, look good or not." Yan Jiaxin said with a smile.

I replied, "Hey, hey, hey!" Where are you? How do you know I'm useless, you haven't tried! I wouldn't mind giving it a try with you...... Besides, it's not easy for me to cook such a table. ”

"Disgusting!"

After dinner, Mei Qing didn't give me any statement, and Yan Jiaxin seemed to sit next to me leisurely and play flying chess with the two little ghosts.

I snatched her chess pieces and said angrily, "Hey, are you deliberately playing with this old woman on me?" Why aren't you in a hurry at all? ”

"In a hurry? Why should I be in a hurry? Didn't you say you wanted to help them? Also, you'd better not say the word old woman in front of the teacher, or she will tear you apart. "She makes a tearing motion, which is very funny.

I walked around Mei Qing's house, Mei Qing's home is very large, there are two floors in total, I walked to the second floor and walked around, came to a room that was not closed, I walked in curiously, and found that there were all kinds of musical instruments in it, and there were many scores.

I walked up and took a look, and found that the scores in it were all songs I hadn't heard, they should have not been published, and the lyrics were all well written, which should have been written by Mei Qing.

I flipped through it and found that the lyrics of a lyric sheet were a little familiar, and there were two words written on it.

"The Purest Tenderness" is the name of the song, I remembered where this song seems to have been heard, took out my phone, and sure enough, I found such a recording, I listened to the recording, and finally took the score and sang it unconsciously, singing it in my way, it seems to have such a melody in my head.

…… Do you see my truest vulnerability, and do you give me the purest tenderness......

When I finished singing this song in my own way, I opened my eyes, only to see Yan Jiaxin and a few people standing quietly at the door, Mei Qing's expression was very surprised, she slowly walked to my side towards me, her hands trembled, and she said tremblingly: "Why? Why do you sing this song? Why? ”

She dragged me around, her eyes were red from crying, I helped her up, and said puzzledly, "Aunt Mei, what's wrong with you?" Aunt May? ”

At this moment, Mei Qing was already crying by herself, she was crying very painfully, Yan Jiaxin walked towards me slowly, her expression was also very complicated, she walked next to Mei Qing, and wanted to help Mei Qing over from me, but Mei Qing just grabbed my body and refused to let go.

I eagerly asked Yan Jiaxin, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jiaxin bit her lip, and finally said, "Why do you sing this song?"

"This song? Gentleness in its purest form? ”

"Hmm!"

I thought about it for a moment, and then replied: "This is what I heard a wandering singer sing, I think it's very good, I still have a recording!"

I took out my phone again and clicked on this recording, in the recording, I once again recalled the scene when I first heard this song, the music fountain, next to the music fountain in Pinghu Park, those soul singers were singing with their lives.

Their uninhibited singing, without the slightest restraint, maybe this is the life of an artist, the life of an artist, and the soul of an artist.

Mei Qing snatched my phone and ran to the side to listen to it repeatedly, but I didn't have a trace of reaction.

I pointed at her, not knowing what to say, Yan Jiaxin walked up to me and asked, "Where did you hear this song?" Who sang it? ”

"Next to the musical fountain in Pinghu Park, a group of music groups played and sang."

As soon as I finished speaking, Yan Jiaxin immediately clicked on the photo in my phone and put it in front of me, pointed to the photo and said, "Is it him?"

The person in the photo is very familiar to me, I nodded, I have to be sure that this man with pigtails and a small scar on his face is the artistic man who sang this song "The Purest Tenderness" affectionately that night.

"It's him." I replied affirmatively, and Yan Jiaxin asked again, "Have you seen him yet?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I've only seen him once."

"Who the hell is he?" I asked eagerly and curiously.

Yan Jiaxin smiled bitterly and replied to me helplessly: "His name is Lu Baiyan, he is the teacher's only son, and he is also her most proud disciple, but the two of them broke off their relationship because of one thing."

"That's it? Let Aunt Mei never be contaminated with art again? ”

"Well, it was also this kind of thing that happened that made Aunt Mei so miserable and tired all these years."

I turned my head and looked at Mei Qing who was holding her mobile phone, at this moment, she was no longer a genius mentor on the road of art, and she did not have the original pride. Just a woman who misses her son and cries bitterly listening to his son's voice.

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