"Dad, shall we go find Sister Mumu?"

It's the weekend again, and her daughter pesters Chen Yang to find Yang Mumu.

During this time, the poplar wood disappeared.

There was no call, no coming to them, Chen Yang called, but no one answered.

This is a performance in front of their daughter, and at night, they will secretly talk on the phone and whisper things that their daughter can't listen to.

It took a few days to make the song and put it on the music platform.

With their newly registered identity, the Wanderers.

Two songs, no place and nothing to have, just uploaded an hour ago, exploded.

Previously they heard the live version, which was noisy.

The new version was uploaded, and it rushed to the top ten of the new song list on the same day, and two songs occupied two positions.

It continued to rise, and within two days, the first and second occupied.

Rock songs occupy a piece of the country, and below is a bunch of songs with little fresh meat.

Garbage songs and good songs, a comparison, people hear the difference.

So, a big war was triggered.

Xiao Xianrou's song was complained about and reported.

Brushes, trolls, brain-dead fans are crazy, you say a word about their idol, he can scold your whole family.

Underage girls are the majority, and these children are severely poisoned.

In order to calm down this war, the music platform gave a punishment and cut off all ticket swiping.

Xiao Xianrou's song instantly dropped the top ten, and fell back a little bit.

In just one day, the first hundred people couldn't find them.

This time, the incident was praised by many.

That's how it should be, they've been putting up with those dog stuff for a long time.

"It's long overdue."

"Those brain-dead fans are really scary, if you don't give them a little color, you really think you are invincible in the world."

"That's it, Xiao Xianrou too, there is no work, relying on the appearance of the mother, and the buttocks, I don't know what they can have to like."

"I don't like the so-called little fresh meat, and even hate it, because how, I believe that most of them are like me, and they are angered by their brainless fans."

"The platform is good."

"Can't get used to them."

As for Chen Yang, they left the whirlpool of battle.

Their songs, which firmly occupy the first and second places, earn a lot of money every day.

Zhang Wu kept calling over and announcing the good news to Chen Yang.

Lao Liu also smiled more, and his family was very proud when they saw his performance on stage.

Colleagues know that they are a singer and have been on TV stations, and they are so good to themselves.

On the first day of work, a bunch of small fresh meat came to take a photo of himself and sign it.

I love their songs very much, and I hope they can make more rock songs in the future.

Lao Liu coped with a smile, these are all fans, and they can't be chilled.

As a result, the next day, Lao Liu didn't dare to go to work.

The change of identity quietly changes their lives.

Two songs, enough for them to eat traces.

But they didn't get complacent and tinkered with their music.

Lao Liu and Zhang Wu have been piling together, studying each other and helping each other.

I hope I can write a song that I like.

Chen Yang has been very busy recently, and it can also be said that he is very free.

Without a phone call, he would lie down, code words, look.

When it's time, pick up my daughter from school, but I can't do it today.

The daughter is going to go out, even if it's going in circles.

Chen Yang took his daughter out and drove his little red car.

Walking on the street, at this time, the road is not very congested.

When he came to a milk tea shop, Chen Yang took his daughter in, sat down, and ordered two cups of milk tea.

My daughter's is bubble tea, and mine is also bubble tea.

Drinking milk tea and eating pearls.

Seeing an article saying that the pearls of bubble tea were made of the soles of his shoes, Chen Yang almost spit out the pearls in his mouth.

Glancing at the staff, look at the pearls inside the glass.

I don't want to drink milk tea and go out immediately.

Pulling it down, I found a very small font underneath, which read: "The above is pure fiction, don't believe it." ”

Mosquito large font, who will pay attention to look.

"It's the editor of the pit dad again."

"Can you be truthful, say that good news should be true, what about you?"

The daughter looked up and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, you keep drinking, Dad is watching the news."

"What's the news?"

"They said that children can't just go with strangers, they will be abducted and trafficked to go to the mountains, they will not be given food every day, and they will be beaten."

"It's so pitiful, they, Dad, we're good, are they?"

Chen Yang touched his daughter's head and smiled: "There is a police uncle, they will be rescued." ”

"Mm-hmm, Uncle Policeman is the best."

"Then do you want to be a police officer in the future?"

The daughter shook her head.

Chen Yang asked why.

The answer given by the daughter was that she was not a man and could not be an uncle.

You will not understand the thoughts of children.

"Baby, shall we go home?"

"No, I'm going to go out and play, don't go home."

My daughter didn't want to go home and stay.

If you stay at home for a long time, it will get moldy.

Chen Yang had no choice but to take his daughter to the nearest park.

Holding little hands, walking on the steps, climbing the mountain.

There are a lot of grandmothers in the park, playing Tai Chi and dancing.

A few old friends sat together and chatted, the traces of time on their faces, wrinkled with different flavors of life.

The old man took his grandson out for a walk and exercise.

The park is not big, and it is estimated that it will take an afternoon to finish.

With a daughter, it will be longer.

The daughter was halfway there, tired, and wanted to sit down.

I found a stool and sat down, and my daughter saw that it was still very high, and puffed out her mouth.

"What's wrong? Baby. ”

"It's so tall, Daddy."

"It's not high, it's coming soon."

"Dad, it's so tall."

"Daddy must be tall."

Chen Yang pretended to be confused, his daughter wanted to hug, but Chen Yang didn't hug his daughter.

Climbing a mountain is interesting if you climb it yourself.

Holding and climbing a mountain is not climbing a mountain.

You can't get used to it, you have to learn to be independent.

"Are you leaving?"

The daughter shook her head.

Chen Yang got up, turned around, and continued to climb the mountain.

The daughter looked at her father and didn't mean to look back, but looked behind her, there were many people.

Thinking of the child in a certain story, she immediately followed in her father's footsteps.

"Daddy, wait for me."

"Dad, don't go that fast."

Back to his father, Xiao Anran struggled to climb the mountain.

Take a step, take a break.

The little eyes looked at his father and begged him to hold him.

Chen Yang, who was unmoved, pulled his daughter to continue climbing the mountain.

When she reached the top of the mountain, her daughter couldn't walk.

gasping for breath, he lay down in his chair.

"No more."

"I'm going to die."

"Dad, help me."

"I'm tired, Dad, I'm not leaving."

A whisper came out of his mouth, nagging that he couldn't walk, and he didn't go.

Never climb the mountain again, exhausting her to death.

(End of chapter)