Ninety lucky little sweet wife

In the world that Zhu Yan lives in, there are a lot of online songs flying all over the sky, some of which she likes to listen to, and they are repeated in her playlist.

Just like writing three hundred Tang poems silently when she was a child, Zhu Yan immediately composed several songs silently.

She is not worried about copyright issues, after all, it is not the same world.

Her only worry is that she can only remember the lyrics, but not the score.

Among the few lyrics that Zhu Yan uttered silently, she picked a more positive one, which she often hummed, and taught it to her little girl in her tone-deaf tune.

After receiving the lyrics from Zhu Yan, Xiao Song and Wei Ran looked at each other, both stunned.

This country girl is too capable.

If they remember correctly, she had written such a song with ease within ten minutes of leaving.

Unexpectedly, it was far more than this incident that shocked them.

Zhu Yan told them that she didn't know how to compose music, but could only hum a few lines casually.

Of course, Zhu Yan would not lose this person in front of them.

She gave up the opportunity to her little girl.

The little girl has taken professional vocal music lessons, and she can sing the piercing duck croaking beautifully. Even if this song can't sing the charm of the past, considering that she is still a child, no one will laugh at her.

Zhu Yan prepared the worst plan in her heart, but when the inspiring lyrics came out from the little girl's mouth, the whole room was dumbfounded.

After singing a song, Xiao Song took the lead in applauding.

"Yaoyao sings so well. Not only is the melody exciting, but the lyrics are deeply rooted in people's hearts. With Yaoyao's childish voice, it's a perfect match."

Wei Ran nodded in agreement, "You can use a child's voice in the first verse, and then cut into Xiao Song's voice in the later chorus. The combination of the two will have a better effect. Ms. Zhu, are you really planning to use this song? Send us the song?"

Zhu Yan doesn't know anything about music, she just pays favors, and doesn't care about the huge copyright fees that will be involved later.

Zhu Yan nodded, "I can still write many songs of this kind of lyrics, but I don't know how to compose music. If you like it, I can give you a few more."

It's just to spend some paper, and it's not really asking her to create.

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Song and Wei Ran were speechless.

Xiao Song's focus was arranged by the company on filming. Although his singing level is not as good as a professional singer like Nie Huan, he is not bad in the industry.

Therefore, the company also equipped him with a professional lyrics teacher, mostly used in film and television songs.

It is precisely because they know this that they know how much the author's energy is spent on the creation of a song.

It happened that this matter fell on the woman in front of him, but it was as easy as a breeze.

It's amazing, I can't even think highly of her.

They don't know whether it is a run-down village like Zhulin Village that hides dragons and crouching tigers, or this woman is brilliant.

Right now, no one is willing to refuse the thank you gift that this woman gave them with all her strength.

"Thank you Ms. Zhu for your gift. I will hand over this song to the company later. Once it is successfully released, I will mark Ms. Zhu's name in the lyrics column."

Wei Ran appreciates Zhu Yan's talent, and will not give up the opportunity to continue working with her later for the sake of immediate benefits.

As Wei Ran finished speaking, Xiao Song followed up, "Has Yaoyao ever learned to sing? I think she can read notation."

Zhu Yan nodded without hiding it, "I just found a professional vocal teacher for her last year. This child loves to sing since she was a child. His father and I want to train her in this direction, so that she can also sing when she grows up. There is a skill."

Love singing since childhood?

Xiao Song successfully captured this key word, and every word trembled at the tip of his heart.

If Yaoyao is really his and Nie Huan's child, it's not surprising that he has a talent for singing.

But could she be that child?
"I heard from Ms. Zhu before that Yaoyao was adopted by you and your husband. May I take the liberty to ask, at what age did she come to your house?"

Zhu Yan didn't expect Xiao Song to ask her this question, and what was even more surprising was why he suddenly became interested in the little girl's life experience?

Zhu Yan's face darkened imperceptibly, and when she was thinking about whether she should tell the truth, the little fan girl Yaoyao couldn't restrain her excitement, and interrupted to answer: "I heard my father said before that I was four years old. It was picked up by my father from outside."

Speaking of her miserable childhood, the little girl didn't have any trace of sadness on her face, which shows how happy she was after coming to this house.

Yaoyao found that the swordsman uncle he admired cared about her very much.

He would give her beautiful gifts, bring her vegetables, praise her for singing well, and now he still cares about her life experience.

The feeling of happiness is beyond words, and I almost got a trumpet to spread it around.

Xiao Song was special to Yaoyao, even Wei Ran's careless temper could sense something was wrong.

After holding back his puzzlement all night, he finally understood his painstaking efforts.

And, he has a target of suspicion.

He looked at Yaoyao again, her skin was very fair, thin and tender, and her cheeks were a bit baby fat and soft.Her eyelashes are very long, dense and black, and they are so cute when they blink.

Looking at the man sitting next to him, Xiao Song's eyelashes are also very long, under the dim light, from his angle, one can see a large shadow cast under the eyelids.

There is really such a bit of father and daughter.

Wei Ran knew that looks alone didn't mean much.

In the whole country, there are too many children who look like Xiao Song.

Once upon a time, in a baby imitation show, I met several children who looked similar to Xiao Song.

Therefore, this does not prove that Yaoyao is the child Xiao Song is looking for.

Even though Wei Ran was thinking this way, he still saw Hope in Xiao Song's eyes.

On the way back to Qiuhu Town from Zhulin Village, Xiao Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat, remained silent.

The gravel roads in the countryside are not as flat as the asphalt roads in the city. It was night and there were no street lights. Wei Ran held the steering wheel and kept his eyes on the road ahead, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"Since when did you start to doubt?" Wei Ran asked.

The tacit understanding between the two for many years, even if Wei Ran didn't express his doubts, Xiao Song knew the meaning of it.

"When I was in the imperial capital." Xiao Song replied truthfully.

When Wei Ran heard the words, he couldn't hold back for a while, and swears directly.

"You fucking think your daughter is going crazy. When you see a little girl, you treat it as your own seed. You can't be obsessed. No, I have to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for you tomorrow."

Xiao Song ignored Wei Ran's sarcasm, and laughed at himself: "I'm not that perverted yet, the psychiatrist will keep it for you."

Wei Ran had no intention of joking, narrowed his narrow eyes, and said: "You are a little too concerned about Yaoyao tonight. If you don't want to arouse the suspicion of that family, you should keep a proper distance in the future. Just in case, I said just in case, just in case What if she is not that child? This matter needs to be discussed in the long term, our trip in Zhulin Village will be longer, and we have time to investigate slowly."

"understood."

Xiao Song's good mood all night sank to the bottom when Wei Ran said "in case she is not that child".