Ninety lucky little sweet wife

The Lu family had a wishful thinking, but the young and old of the Qin family who were far away in Zhulin Village didn't know about it.

Before I knew it, ten days had passed, and it was the Lantern Festival.

The next day was the start of school at Lin Yue Primary School, and the men and children in the family were about to get busy again.

Zhu Yan decided to take advantage of the last day of the holiday to take the two children and the man to the town for a stroll, and take a look at the refurbishment of the Yunfu Restaurant.

In the past few days of the new year, Yun Jue almost smashed the threshold of the Qin family.

After hearing the news that Zhu Yan was willing to open a buffet with him, he ran to Qin's house every two or three days to discuss the decoration style, the cuisine, and the tableware. He was very busy.

In the beginning, in order not to give other men a chance to be alone with their daughter-in-law, Qin Huai stared behind them like a supervisor.

Later, after listening to it several times, he was conquered by the innovative business model of his wife, and from time to time, he would stand in the perspective of a consumer and give them advice.

Under Zhu Yan's consolation for several days, Xiaoxiao's mood finally eased a lot, but he was often seen staring at the book in a daze.

The purpose of going to the town this time, Zhu Yan mainly wanted to take the eldest son out to relax, so that he would not continue to think about it.

As the saying goes: "As soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month passes, the year is basically over."

Looking around, the bustling market has long since disappeared, and those who sell buns and candied haws are no longer shouting.

Zhu Yan bought a candied haws for each of her two children in front of a stall selling candied haws.

Yaoyao was biting the candied haws, with sour water dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking at Xiaoxiao with disgust.

"A big girl who is nine years old during the Chinese New Year, she still looks like a baby, and she doesn't feel ashamed or flustered."

With disgusting words on her lips, the sleeves of her clothes were already brought to her mouth to help her wipe them off.

Not to be outdone, the little girl immediately turned back, "What's there to be shy about, my brother wipes my dirty mouth for me, no one else has."

Look, this ass sucks.

Zhu Yan smiled without saying a word.

Qin Huai, on the other hand, tapped the little girl on the head, "You are the only one who is clever."

The little girl smiled "hehe", pulled Xiaoxiao and ran forward.

At the door of a supply and marketing cooperative, a family of four stopped in their tracks.

Because they saw an old acquaintance—

Wang Dahong.

There is a two-meter-high stage at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, as if a TV station is holding a singing competition, and there are several cameras pointing at the center of the stage.

There was a crowd of spectators around the stage, and a few bolder men ran to the camera and waved, and then excitedly said to the crowd: "I'm on TV, I'm on TV."

Wang Dahong was standing in front of the camera, her smoky gray corduroy dress held tight by her undisguised fat.She didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear of tearing her skirt and making a joke.

Wang Changfu in the audience gave her a thumbs up, she nodded pretending to be calm, and moved the microphone to her lips.

Dad said that this is her last chance.

In the beauty pageant a few days ago, she didn't even pass the audition, let alone go to Hong Kong to participate in the finals.

She thinks that the judges have a problem with their eyes.

So today, she intends to use her talent to conquer everyone, not to be a useless vase.

"You asked me how deeply I love you, how much I love you..."

As soon as Wang Dahong opened his mouth, the spectators covered their ears one after another, showing painful expressions.

Others sing for money, why does she sing for...life?
But Wang Changfu didn't know it, so he proudly pulled votes from the people around him, "This is my daughter, her name is Wang Dahong, number 38, everyone remember to vote for her."

As expected, no one responded.

After watching the excitement for a while, Zhu Yan saw something bright.

This was a singing competition organized by Duancheng TV Station. There was an audition in Qiuhu Town. The selection criteria was that several judges on the spot voted by raising their hands, plus the onlookers in the audience. Whoever got the most points would be promoted.

Not long after Zhu Yan and the others approached, someone gave them a piece of red paper the size of a palm.

Among the contestants performing on the stage, everyone has a corresponding number plate. If you like his performance, just fill in his number on the red paper, so that the other party can accumulate one point.

Obviously, no one voted for Wang Dahong's performance, and even the judges on the stage shook their heads repeatedly.

Wang Dahong was dumbfounded, her dream of being a star is gone like this?
"Judges and teachers, I can still dance, why don't I dance for everyone, I'm a good dancer."

she?Dance?

Although Zhu Yan didn't want to admit it, she really didn't like Wang Dahong's ability to dance.

Of course, Zhu Yan was not the only one who had this idea.

Several judges waved to the staff at the side, and two strong men stepped onto the stage, attacked from left to right, and pulled Wang Dahong off the stage.

Her dream of being a beauty pageant, her dream of being a singer, her dream of being a star, do they really come true in dreams?
Whether it is realized in a dream, no one knows, and no one cares.

Everyone only knows that the ears are really quiet.

After finishing the joke, Zhu Yan led the child to leave, but at this moment, someone grabbed her sleeve.

"Mother, I want to sing too."

The sweet female voice is her little girl.

Zhu Yan glanced at the little girl, there were only three candied haws left in her hand, and there were red candy crumbs on both sides of her lips, how embarrassing this little girl was.

Before she had time to say anything, Xiao Xiao had already brought the registration form for her younger sister.

Zhu Yan: "..."

It seems that it will not work if you don't participate.

Fortunately, it's just an audition now, so you can sign up on the spot.

After filling out the registration form, a staff member stepped forward to put a number plate on Yaoyao.

Not long after, under the guidance of the staff, the little girl walked onto the stage with half a bunch of candied haws in her hand.

To Zhu Yan's surprise, facing the crowd and the tricky judges on the stage, the little girl was neither humble nor overbearing, and she actually had a royal demeanor, as if she was born with it.

On the contrary, Zhu Yanke in the audience was very nervous, the hand that was tightly held by the man, at some point, the nails pierced into his palm.

Qin Huai had no choice but to bite his lower lip tightly, enduring the pain.

I saw the little girl holding candied haws in one hand and a microphone in the other, and began to introduce herself, "Hello everyone, my name is Qin Yao, I am nine years old this year, and I want to sing "Let's Swing Oars"..."

Because she has not been guided and trained by a professional teacher before, the little girl's intonation is not very good, but fortunately, it is still pleasant to the ear, and the pitch fluctuates greatly from low to high, which suddenly caught the hearts of many people.

What's more, this song is so familiar that many people sang along with it.

That picture, that singing voice, those who don't know, thought it was a choir invited from somewhere.

Zhu Yan had never heard the little girl sing before, and like many people in the audience, this was the first time she heard it.

For the first time, I felt that a nine-year-old child could sing a nursery rhyme so soul-stirringly.