At this time, Su Yuanqiao was very embarrassed, his hair was wet, and he didn't know if it was water or sweat, and there was a smell of sweat when he got closer, and his pants and clothes were dirty.

Seeing her father appear like this, Su Xueer was even more inferior and almost buried her head in her chest.

"Hahaha, this is Su Xue'er's father."

Qiu Minjun couldn't be happier smiling.

"Did you drink too much and fall somewhere?"

Sun Lili was even more narrow, and said loudly: "Su Xueer said that her father sings very well!" ”

Su Xue'er was about to cry and defended: "I didn't say it. ”

But Su Xue'er's voice was as loud as Sun Lili's loud voice.

Originally, Mr. Qiu had already thought about taking a guitar and singing a very famous folk song, the stars last night.

But now I am happy to let this somewhat embarrassed man go up and get out first, so that there is a contrast, I believe that Mr. Li will have a deeper impression of him.

So made a very gentlemanly gesture.

"Everyone is looking forward to this gentleman, so please invite it first."

Su Yuanqiao is a good person, he lives 30 years longer than everyone here, and he doesn't know where his social experience is deeper than them, and he doesn't know Mr. Qiu's cautious eyes, but what is he afraid of, not to mention seeing his daughter wronged like that.

He didn't want to explain anything, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw the large box of musical instruments sent by Mr. Qiu's driver.

So he said very frankly: "I can't sing, so I'll borrow this gentleman's instrument." ”

Mr. Qiu is very generous, thinking to himself what will you use as a turtle? Do you want to play the flute or the suona?

"If you like it, take it."

Su Yuanqiao walked over, picked a saxophone and walked on stage.

He adjusted the microphone and focused on his daughter, now Su Xue'er didn't dare to raise her head, for fear that her father would continue to make a fool of herself, then he really couldn't stay in the kindergarten.

"I can't sing, so I'm going to play a song for everyone, and I want to tell a story before I play it."

Talking about Mr. Qiu, he also snorted coldly, and said in a low voice: "If you can't blow, you won't blow, what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending." ”

"On an ordinary day, a moving coach was stopped and the next man boarded the car."

Su Yuanqiao's voice was magnetic, and a story that didn't sound very fascinating also made everyone's ears pricked up.

Everyone guessed that this was likely to be Su Yuanqiao telling his story.

"Soon the passengers in the car noticed that the man was silent, even if someone told a funny joke and everyone else was laughing, he sat silently and did not react at all."

Driven by everyone's curiosity, it turned out that the man used to be a bad gambler, and he was still an old drunkard, fooling around outside all day. And suddenly one day he realized that he wanted to go home, and before going home, he wrote a letter to his wife. ”

In the letter, he said that he was willing to change his mind now, that if his wife would not accept him, he would leave silently, and that if she was willing to give him a chance to wait for him to come home, then he would tie a red ribbon to the ginkgo tree downstairs.

So when the car arrives at his house, as long as he can't see the red ribbon under the old crooked neck ginkgo tree, he won't get out of the car, and he will leave forever.

After listening to the man's story, everyone unanimously decided to accompany him home, and the car drove smoothly along the road, and soon arrived at the place where the man's home was. The man turned his head and didn't dare to look at the ginkgo tree, but the other passengers looked in the direction of the tree.

Disappointment slowly crept into the man's face, and the pain crept through, but soon, the cheers of the passengers saved him from his misery. But when he turned his head, he clearly saw that the tree had bought a red ribbon from abroad, which was the wife's eagerness to welcome him home. Now that the story is over, please enjoy it and go home. ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone, Su Yuanqiao played the saxophone, and for a while, melodious music came out of the saxophone and floated in the space of the entire kindergarten auditorium.

The faint sad music, the music with anticipation and hope, made many emotional parents cry for a while.

Mr. Li, who was teary-eyed, was one of them.

A male treasure involuntarily turned back to Su Xue'er and said, "Your father is so good." ”

This is the story of a prodigal son, although Su Yuanqiao is actually fried, this is just the backstory of the saxophone classic track coming home.

But now it's the 90s, and the dissemination of information is not so developed, and even the song "Go Home" was only released last year by the beautiful country. So with a slight change, he can blind the adults and children in the entire small hall.

This is a world-famous song, and this song will be played at the end of the last train at the end of the proofing station in the after-work hotel in many countries.

It can be described as a classic among the classics, although Su Yuanqiao's playing saxophone is just a hobby level, it can only be regarded as a professional threshold.

But where are the professionals here, coupled with the aura blessing of the short story, tear-jerking a group of parents to take out the kindergarten teachers, it is not a problem at all.

Mr. Qiu was holding the handle of the guitar in his hand below, and the joints of his fingers were white, and he almost smashed the guitar.

With Su Yuanqiao, no matter who goes up, it is a sacrifice of ugliness.

Originally, I wanted to have Su Yuanqiao as a foundation, and when the time came, a contrast would be formed, which could leave an excellent impression on Mr. Li, but I didn't expect that people were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

Mr. Qiu really wanted to bite Su Yuanqiao to death.

At this time, Su Yuanqiao came off the field to return the saxophone to Mr. Qiu.

"It was a good time."

"That's still Mr. Qiu's musical instrument, otherwise I'm also a clever woman who can't cook without rice."

Hearing this, Mr. Qiu couldn't wait to give himself two slaps.

"Now it's Mr. Qiu's turn to perform, I believe Mr. Qiu's performance will definitely be more exciting than mine."

The arrow has to be sent on the string, Qiu always really doesn't want to go, but the escape from the battle and the inferior skills are the lesser of both the harm, and the skills are not as good as others, and the skills can only be inferior to others.

"Then I'll be ugly."

Mr. Qiu went up to present a song, if he didn't come, he could sing a song on the guitar, and he could indeed fool girls on the college campus, but what kind of place is the kindergarten, it was a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, which kindergarten teacher was not good at singing and dancing, and when he heard it, he knew that Mr. Qiu's guitar couldn't even play the chords, and he often sang out of tune.

The sparse applause was really different from the end of Su Yuanqiao's song just now, which almost knocked off the roof of the small auditorium with a thunderous roar.

Mr. Qiu bowed and was just about to step down, when a nasty voice sounded from below.