Four-year-old milk baby: the big boss spoils him fiercely

Su Cheng handed him the guitar: "This place is full of people, maybe they can hear it, just this time, if you really prove that you can't do it, then I won't force you again in the future."

Looking at the people next to him from the corner of the eye, Su Qingning bit her lower lip in fear, feeling cowardly.

"What are you afraid of? Music is meant to be sung boldly. So what if that bad teacher criticized you for nothing? Now that there are many blind professionals, why do you have to care about his opinion? Besides, other places That's what the teacher said about you?" Su Cheng saw through his heart and said sharply.

In the case of Cheng Cheng, why is it so organized?Is she still a four-year-old kid?Su Qingning was dumbfounded.

"Trust me." Su Cheng looked him in the eyes and said every word.

Even so, be bold this time.

"This seems to be a child of the Su family, what are you doing out at night?"

"It seems that he wants to sing. I heard that the eldest child of the Su family likes music very much, but I think he is a bit timid. It should be because singing is not good."

"The young master of the Su Group, don't study hard, make some bad music, do you want to become an actor?"

"Hehe, being an actor is low, especially an actor who is not famous."

……

It's not far from Su's villa, so naturally some people in the square know them.

Their words were like a knife, piercing Su Qingning's heart fiercely.

Let the sadness that had already arisen become more.

If they don't sing, they will think that they are not good, and they will belittle themselves even more. If they sing, they will still be ridiculed if they don't sing well.

Both choices will lose face to the Su family.

He doesn't want to.

Su Cheng listened to the discussions around her, and she couldn't help being a little angry.

Can't you say a few words about these eight wives?The big brother is feeling so uncomfortable, do you want to provoke him to have an accident?
However, when the big brother sings, you will know how powerful it is.

Su Cheng was looking forward to everyone's reaction after Su Qingning sang.

So, she urged: "Oh, big brother, everyone's words are so ugly, you can just sing, even if you die, you will die clearly."

It seems that it can only be so.

Su Qingning spread her hands and smiled.

Seeing that he agreed, Su Cheng smiled sweetly, and he passed the guitar excitedly: "Big brother, come on, you are the best."

Su Qingning took the guitar, played it twice to test the tone, and found that it was a bit inaccurate, so he tuned it again.

Immediately, he closed his eyes, and slowly moved his fingers on the guitar, and a long and sad song played out slowly.

He chose The Crow, a realistic and satirical song.

At this moment, his mood is just like this crow.

After the prelude, he slowly opened his mouth and sang the first line—with a raging enthusiasm, but he was not born to be pleasing.

The voice that was always gentle and beautiful was shrouded in sadness at this moment, and it was filled with deep sorrow from the moment he opened his mouth.

All the people present were startled when they heard this.

"This song is so sad."

"I have never met a singer who can make the audience feel strong sad emotions when he speaks."

"Is this still sung by Su Qingning? Why is it so nice?"

"It easily brought me into the atmosphere. The loneliness and sadness of the crow, just like me now, no one will understand, and no one is willing to listen."

"When I fly here again, overlooking the top of the fuzzy mountain, I hide alone in the night sky and wait for your echo." When singing superb, Su Qingning couldn't help but choked up.

Lonely, too lonely, just like the current self, constantly doubting, but unwilling to give up.

But the crow is better than himself, he has already stood on a high place.

As for himself, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't do it, and no one would encourage him.