Huh?" Hearing Cao Shantong's words, Ye Ming, who was looking down at a pile of resumes, showed a blank expression, "What's the situation?"

"Some people on the Internet say that you Jiang Lang is exhausted, and they also say that you are because of too much pressure some time ago," the eldest son on the side said in a deep voice, "What is going on?" Do you feel mentally depressed or anything else?"

"Jiang Lang's talent?" Hearing Zhang Zhijing's words, Ye Ming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then remembered the strange expressions of Liu Zhenghuan and others in the recording studio before, and suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing!

"As for it? Didn't I just write a new song? Why is Jiang Lang exhausted!"

Zhang Xinai is an ordinary urban white-collar worker from Huadu.

Eight years ago, she came to Huadu alone, and met the man of her life here.

Three years later, the two got married and bought their own house in Huadu Sanhuan. Three years ago, a cute little life came to this family, and since then the whole family has more color. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is another three years.

The little little girl who was waiting to be fed at the beginning is now a three-year-old cutie, and every time he talks about his daughter with his colleagues, Zhang Xinai is full of joy and happiness.

It's just that today's Mei colleagues found that Zhang Xinai was frowning all day, and stared at the mobile phone screen in a daze from time to time.

"Xiao Ai, what's wrong with you today?" In the afternoon, a colleague finally couldn't help it and asked with concern, "Is there something wrong at home that has been unstoppable all day?"

"Huh? No, no," Zhang Xinai, who came back to his senses, immediately shook his head, smiled helplessly, and said, "I'm just worried about Bao'er." "Bao'er is her daughter's nickname.

"Bao'er?" When my colleague heard this, he immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong with Bao'er?" Sick? Does it matter? Did you go to the doctor?"

On the side, several other colleagues heard the conversation and also gathered around and asked with concern. “

No, no," Zhang Xinai immediately shook her head and said, "Bao'er is not sick. ”

Looking at the concerned eyes of her colleagues, Zhang Xinai finally said the reason: "Actually, I'm worried about whether Bao'er is doing well in kindergarten, whether she is crying, whether she is being bullied by other children!"

"Oh!"

When a colleague heard this, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly realized, "Bao'er seems to be three years old!" Today happens to be the first day of school, and this is her first day of school!"

"Haha! I thought something was going on! That's what happened!"

Several other older female colleagues also laughed. “

Is it because the child cried so sadly when you left?"

"Hehe, don't worry! With a kindergarten teacher here, the child will be fine! That's how we came here!"

"When I sent my child to the school gate, the child hugged my leg alive, crying and shouting that he would not let me go, and I almost had to hold my child and suffer together! It's funny now that I think about it!"

Listening to the comfort of your colleagues, Zhang Xinai's heart that had been worried finally eased a little.

At that moment, a colleague looked up at the office clock and said, "Hey! It's three o'clock now, and kindergarten ends at half past three, right? Xiao Ai, you have to hurry over, don't let the child wait too long in the kindergarten!"

"Ahh Oh yes!"

Zhang Xinai looked at the time, immediately exclaimed, picked up the bag and ran out, "I'm sorry, then I'll go first, please help me talk to the director!"

"Go ahead! Drive carefully on the road and stay safe!"

Under the advice of her colleagues, Zhang Xinai quickly got downstairs, got in the car, and went straight to her daughter's kindergarten.

Maybe it's because of this time period, everyone is in a hurry to pick up their children from the kindergarten, so that there is a little congestion in the section of the road near the kindergarten, seeing a long queue in front, Zhang Xinai, who is bored, turned on the car radio, planning to listen to the radio to pass the time.

Zhang Xinai had just turned on the car radio when a clear singing voice accompanied by a pleasant guitar sound came out of the radio.

"Baby, don't cry, baby

Tears are pearls

If you cry too much, you will die in the future

Gambling will lose bets

Baby, don't cry, baby

Tears are pearls

If you cry too much, you will die in the future

Marry the old man ......"

When Zhang Xinai heard such an almost colloquial lyrics, he couldn't help but burst out laughing!

Who wrote this song, it's very interesting!

Listening to this song, Zhang Xinai couldn't help but think of her daughter's crying appearance in the morning. The tears fell like pearls, and my eyes and face were swollen from crying, but it was a barbecued pork bun! The person who wrote this song must have had this experience too!

After listening to this song, the cloud that has been haunting Zhang Xin's love since leaving school in the morning is like seeing the sun, quickly dissipating, and Zhang Xinai's mood suddenly brightened!

Just when Zhang Xinai wanted to continue listening and figure out the title of the song and who the singer was, her car had already arrived at the school gate.

At this time, the time had passed half past three, and in order not to let the child wait more in school, Zhang Xinai didn't have time to wait for the host on the radio to say the name and singer of the song, so he hurried

Hurriedly got out of the car.

And by the time Zhang Xinai returned to the car with the child in her arms, the music content of the previous paragraph had already passed.

When he picked up the child and returned to the unit, Zhang Xinai gave the child a picture book and asked her to draw quietly on the side, while he boarded the parent-child forum and sent the lyrics of the song he had just heard, wanting to ask the mothers in the forum for the name of the song.

Soon, a mother's mother replied: "This is Ye Ming's new song, called "Baby Don't Cry", which he wrote specifically for his daughter, I think it's very good!"

"I read the news on the Internet and broke the news, today is also the day when Ye Ming sent his daughter to kindergarten to report. I looked at the photos on the news, and the child was crying so much! Ye Ming must have been inspired to write this song! The singing is awesome, I just showed it to my daughter, and she likes it too!"

"Haha! The same goes for my baby! He also told me that he would never cry again! She doesn't want to be a barbecued pork bun!"

"So the children are all the same! I heard it on the radio on the way to pick up the child from school, and after listening to it, the baby said that I still want to listen to it, so I downloaded a song from the WeChat music, and now she is still holding her mobile phone and listening to it, and she is still humming!"

"That's right! However, it seems that the evaluation of this song is not high, and many music critics say that Ye Mingjianglang is exhausted! I don't understand, this song is so well written, it completely sings the heart of a father to his daughter!"

"Cut~!Those people are just jealous of Ye Ming! Anyway, I think it's pretty good......."

After swiping the forum for a while, Zhang Xinai logged in to Weixin Music with his mobile phone, clicked and searched for "Baby Don't Cry", and then clicked to enter to download the song. Soon, a dialog box popped up on the phone screen that said "The music is downloaded, please ask if it is playing".

"Mom, do you think I paint beautifully?" Just as Zhang Xinai was about to press "no" and turn off the dialog box, the daughter next to her suddenly touched her arm. “

Huh?" was touched by his daughter like this, Zhang Xinai's hand slipped and pressed directly on the "yes" button on the screen. So, with the sound of a clear and pleasant guitar, a soft and beautiful singing voice came out of Zhang's beloved mobile phone.

"Baby, don't cry, baby

Tears are pearls

If you cry too much, you will die in the future

Gambling will lose ......"

With the sound of this singing, in the office, the colleagues who were originally busy at the desk raised their heads one after another~.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Just when Zhang Xinai apologized to everyone for disturbing everyone, his colleagues were excited to say: "Hey? Little love, what kind of song is this? It's very interesting—yikes!"

"Yes! It's so much fun! Haha, I'll show it to our baby when I go back, and see if she still cries!"

"It's a pity that this song is for my daughter, if it is sung to my son, it would be great! That kid in my house will cry when he's fine!"