"Actually, I also like Teresa Teng very much." Xu Wanwan said, played a few tones, and hummed a few words very boldly, "Let time pass in a hurry......"

Jin Jianjun listened and smiled: "Late, I played it wrong." ”

"Really?" Xu Wanwan smiled embarrassedly and stopped, "Uncle Jin, I want to hear you play." I like Teresa Teng's song the most, I only care about you. ”

Jin Jianjun walked over: "Okay, I haven't touched this thing for a decade or two, Hand Sheng." I offer ugliness. ”

After enlisting in the army, he never touched a musical instrument again.

"If you have a foundation, you can be better than me."

Jin Jianjun stood in front of the electronic piano, and after lifting his breath, he played it.

At first, he was a little rusty, but after getting acquainted with it for a while, Jin Jianjun played very smoothly.

Xu Wanwan listened to it for a while, and then hummed along with the sound of the piano.

The warm old song suddenly pulls people's thoughts back to that era.

Jin Jianjun remembered that he and Zou Shumin were sitting back to back on the grass, and he used the leaves as musical instruments to blow the song.

At that time, the sun was warm, the spring flowers were blooming, and youth was like white clouds floating in the bluest sky, so pure that there was no trace of impurities.

He recalled the efforts he put into his twenties for love and ideals. At that time, he was also a little boy who could sing and dance, had all kinds of little interests, and dared to love and hate.

Whose youth is not the same?

Some are petty passionate, petty rebellious, petty stubborn, and some petty self-righteousness.

But it's so beautiful and simple.

Jin Jianjun suddenly stopped playing the piano and fell into his memory.

Xu Wanwan said softly on the side: "Uncle Jin, you read Jue Feng's manuscript, he is very talented, isn't he?" He's a little different from what you think, isn't he? ”

Jin Jianjun was silent.

The usual criticism of his son is just because he doesn't have a deep understanding. always uses the phenomenon of the general environment to deny everything about Jin Juefeng.

Now seeing his son's works with his own eyes, Jin Jianjun is not without feelings.

"But the entertainment industry is a dye vat." He snorted.

"Uncle Jin, the lotus itself is noble, and it is not stained by mud. It's one thing whether he can enter the entertainment industry or not, but he does have creative talent, and a person's shining point should not be buried. ”

Jin Jianjun was silent, but his expression moved slightly.

"Uncle Jin, tomorrow is the day of the finals, can you take the time to go to the scene with me and my aunt to see Juefeng's performance?" Xu Wanwan said sincerely.

"Watching him perform?" Jin Jianjun still has some residual rejection, "Give him a long face." ”

"Uncle Jin, you promise me to give Jue Feng a chance, tomorrow you will watch his performance, and it will not be too late to deny everything about him. He hasn't signed a contract yet, and after you watch the show tomorrow, if you really don't want Jue Feng to realize this ideal of yours, I will also persuade Jue Feng to give up. ”

Jin Jianjun looked at Xu Wanwan: "I'm afraid he will only listen to you now." ”

Xu Wanwan smiled lightly: "Uncle Jin, before you went to the show, I supported Juefeng." ”

Jin Jianjun looked at the firmness in Xu Wanwan's eyes, and his heart was slight.

This girl didn't blindly flatter him, she had her own insistence, and she didn't flatter him because she wanted to move him.

She is a little hibiscus that comes out of the mud and is not stained.

She can support Jin Juefeng like this, which shows that that kid does have something to shine in.

"Okay, I'll give him this chance." Jin Jianjun relieved, "You take me to watch him perform tomorrow." ”