"Senior nephew, there is one more thing, my aunt wants to ask you, I don't know if you can help my aunt."

Lin Chen was thinking about whether to complete the task of the system, and said when he heard Ding Qiunan ask.

"Auntie, if you have any help, I will definitely help if I can."

Lin Chen said very cheerfully, mainly because he knew Ding Qiunan's character and would not make excessive demands.

"Can you help me get a little sesame oil, or bacon or Jinhua ham.

My aunt doesn't want to take advantage of you, it's that my aunt owes others these things, and she promised to pay it back every month.

But I didn't expect that now the supply and marketing cooperatives are actually restricting purchases, and many things can't be bought.

If you can get it, aunt, I'll give you the money and meat tickets. ”

Half a month ago, Cui Dake gave her a lot of gifts in order to pursue Ding Qiunan.

Originally, Ding Qiunan planned to return all these gifts, but unexpectedly, the greedy Ding Rushan made a ham and shredded meat soup.

Even if you return it, it's not complete.

So Ding Qiunan wrote an IOU to Cui Dake and promised to pay him back every month.

But after paying wages and food stamps this month, Ding Qiunan found that she couldn't buy Cui Dake's things at all.

During the meal, Wu Fanghua told her that Lin Chen was a cadre of the rolling mill, so she wanted to ask Lin Chen if there was anything she could do.

"I can get Jinhua ham, but my aunt has to promise me one condition."

"What conditions?"

"My aunt has to sing me a song."

"Nasty."

Ding Qiunan lightly knocked Lin Chen with his small fist, and then said.

"Okay, I'll sing you a song on the way to the factory later."

In fact, Ding Qiunan is cold to other boys.

However, Lin Chen's generation is younger than her, and when she was young, she took a little kid to play.

Ding Qiunan naturally let down his guard against Lin Chen.

The two of them walked together on the way to the machine shop, which was in the northern suburbs, so the surroundings were relatively desolate, with barren grass and small forests.

"Lin Chen, what song do you want to listen to your aunt sing to you, your aunt and I have been from the school's propaganda department since I came to the capital, and until I graduated from the medical college, the school's theatrical performances have my performances."

Ding Qiunan was also very confident when he spoke.

"I want to hear my aunt sing folk songs."

"Good aunt, I'll sing you a song today."

Ding Qiunan stood by the river on the side as he spoke, and then cleared his throat.

"Next, Comrade Ding Qiunan will sing a Yimeng minor tune for everyone from the machine repair branch."

"Everyone says that Yimeng Mountain is good, and Yimeng Mountain has good scenery ......"

Lin Chen listened to the song sung by Ding Qiunan, to be honest, although it was not particularly good, it was not bad.

But Lin Chen had already made up his mind to strike at Ding Qiunan.

Not only to complete the system task, but also to prevent her aunt from being deceived by the orchestra's Conductor Wang in the future.

Ding Qiunan was obviously a little disappointed after singing a song.

In the past, when she performed in school, many boys in the audience would applaud her, and many boys praised her for singing well.

But at this time, Lin Chen neither applauded her, nor praised her for singing well.

And frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied.

"Lin Chen, why don't you say a word, isn't my aunt singing good?"

"It's so good, it's so good."

"I hate it, it's perfunctory."

"But my aunt doesn't control it very well when she is ventilating and singing high notes."

Lin Chen stood up as he spoke, the system originally gave him a tape player, and he could play the recording of the singer in the tape player for Ding Qiunan to listen to.

However, Lin Chen was a top student of Qingbei University in his previous life, and he belonged to the kind of all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical beauty.

I also won the top 10 in the school singing contest.

"Then why don't you sing it to my aunt and let me listen to it."

Ding Qiunan was obviously a little unconvinced.

"Okay, then I'll sing it to my aunt."

Lin Chen cleared his throat and sang the hand Yimeng minor tune again.

I have to say that as one of the top 10 contestants in the Qingbei University Singing Competition, Lin Chen's singing skills are much stronger than Ding Qiunan after all, whether it is breath control or pitch.

Ding Qiunan himself can obviously feel it.

"You sing pretty well."

However, Ding Qiunan, who was arrogant by nature, just praised it very casually.

I didn't receive a system prompt.

Lin Chen thought to himself, it seemed that he still hadn't let Ding Qiunan recognize the facts.

In fact, when he just listened to Qiu Nan singing, Lin Chen found out about her problem.

Ding Qiunan basically sings with a pure voice, and always subconsciously stands on tiptoe when he is high-pitched.

This is a very wrong way to sing, you can use your hands to guide the high notes, but the center of gravity of the body should be downward.

Since Lin Chen chose to accept this system task, it was impossible for him to give up halfway.

"Senior Auntie, come over and I'll teach you."

"You teach me."

"Auntie, you sing the first sentence again."

"Everyone says that Yimeng Mountain is good, and Yimeng Mountain has good scenery ......"

"Auntie, it's not right for you to sing like that."

As Lin Chen spoke, he put one hand on Ding Qiunan's waist and the other hand on Ding Qiunan's stomach.

"Don't tiptoe when singing high notes, inhale, and then turn your body weight down, sister, you sing again."

Ding Qiunan sang it again, and this time it really felt much better than before.

But when she was singing, Lin Chen kept putting his hand on her stomach.

"Senior nephew, why do I think you're playing hooligan."

Lin Chen only realized at this time that she had just taught Ding Qiunan to sing too much.

"Ah, I'm sorry, auntie."

Lin Chen hurriedly put his hand away.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay."

If other boys were like this to Ding Qiunan, Ding Qiunan would definitely be annoyed.

But Lin Chen is his junior after all, although the age is not much different, but it is a generation behind.

"Senior aunt, you do it again."

"Okay."

But this time Lin Chen didn't help her, and Ding Qiunan habitually stood on tiptoe when he sang the high notes.

After she finished singing, she also realized it, but she was used to always not controlling her breath.

But she was embarrassed to let Lin Chen continue to help her sing.

So Ding Qiunan picked up a wooden stick from the river, and then handed it to Lin Chen.

"I'm always used to forgetting that if I can't sing well, you can beat me with this stick."

"It's not good."

"Alright, you and I'll sing it again."

But Ding Qiunan made the same mistake when he sang this time, and when he sang the high notes, he habitually stood on tiptoe.

She didn't realize until she finished singing.

"I'm really going to beat you with this stick."

Lin Chen was also a little at a loss, after all, Ding Qiunan was his elder.

But so far, there is no indication that the system task has been completed.