My daughter is so annoying

Less than 20 meters away from the house, it started to rain lightly.

Fang Cheng quickly opened his umbrella and ran towards the entrance of the village.

Before reaching the entrance of the village, he met Shangguan Ziliang who was pulling a suitcase and carrying a big bag on the way.

"It's raining, why don't you find a roof at the entrance of the village to shelter from the rain."

"Brother Cheng~, I'm fine, it's just raining lightly."

Fang Cheng stepped forward to take the suitcase, and put the umbrella on top of Shangguan Ziliang's head.

The two walked back all the way.

Shangguan Ziliang has a relatively introverted personality in private. Even though he has debuted for so many years, he is still unsmiling. But this is a variety show after all. Fang Cheng took the initiative to find a topic and said, "How is it? The environment here."

"Better than I imagined, I feel that living here should be quite easy."

"when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow evening."

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "That's okay, I have a whole day to rest."

The rest of the day was not easy for Shangguan Ziliang who had been busy with the announcement all day.

Yang Yueyue had already brought Qingqing and Xiao Yuer to wait at the door of the house. When they saw the two coming, Qingqing and Xiao Yuer called Ziliang brother very sensiblely.

Shangguan Ziliang smiled shyly and called Sister Yueyue.

"Come in quickly."

Fang Cheng put the umbrella under the eaves and followed him in.

Yang Yueyue poured a cup of tea for Shangguan Ziliang, and Fang Cheng also poured a cup for himself, and asked casually, "What's next?"

"Get ready for the concert."

"Concert? Where is it?"

After Shangguan Ziliang took a sip of tea, he replied, "In the capital."

"It's decided what song to sing."

"Well, I want to sing two songs from your album, Brother Cheng."

On the outside, they look like two people of the same age who are not much different in age, but when they chat, it's like an elder talking to a younger generation.

When Fang Cheng heard that Shangguan Ziliang was going to sing his own song, he asked curiously, "Which two songs?"

"Quiet and sunny."

"The voices of these two songs are more suitable for you." Fang Cheng beckoned to Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, bring the microphone to Dad."

Qingqing found the microphone, ran to Fang Cheng, rolled up her sleeves and showed her snow-white hands and said, "Here, here you are."

Fang Cheng took the microphone, threw it to Shangguan Ziliang, took the remote control, and tuned out the accompaniment of "Quietness": "Come on, let me listen."

After finishing speaking, Fang Cheng didn't give Shangguan Ziliang a chance to speak, and directly pressed the play button.

This made Shangguan Ziliang feel like being randomly checked for homework.

Shangguan Ziliang was sitting upright, and after the countdown on the lyrics was over, he sang with a microphone.

"Only the piano was left to accompany me to talk for a day."

"The sleeping cello, the quiet old one."

"..."

"How embarrassing you want me to say, I don't want to be separated at all."

"Why do I have to smile to carry it?"

"I don't have this kind of talent, and you accept it if you tolerate it."

"Don't worry too much, I will always live well."

"..."

After listening to it once, Fang Cheng pressed pause and said, "Your high pitch is not good enough, you can't sing with your throat alone, you will get tired after singing like this for a while, the tone is not good, and it is easy to hurt your vocal cords."

Shangguan Ziliang scratched his head, not knowing how to answer.

"You have to learn to sing with your breath, and you have to open your voice before singing." Fang Cheng touched Shangguan Ziliang's dantian point with his hand, and ordered, "Try breathing in your stomach."

Shangguan Ziliang took a deep breath.

"This place, do you feel it?"

"Ah."

"Exhale, spit out the air little by little, slowly, don't rush."

"what……"

Shangguan Ziliang whispered, the voice grew longer and longer until it disappeared.

"When singing, you have to use this place. If you don't feel this place, then you are singing with your throat. I know you want to develop into the film and television industry, but you are a singer after all. No matter what, you can learn more. Just learn a little bit more.”

"Yes, I know."

Yang Yueyue finally couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly said: "Why do you preach to others as soon as you come here, making it seem like you are the parent."

"Sister Yueyue, it's okay."

"I'm doing this for his own good. If a star emerges every day in this circle, he may be eliminated by a newcomer one day. Only when he has absolute strength can he continue in this industry."

After Fang Cheng finished speaking, he didn't continue talking.

Qingqing is fine, Xiao Yuer has always liked Shangguan Ziliang, as long as there is him on TV, he will definitely watch it, and today he finally saw a real person, Xiao Yuer stood beside him, looking at him without blinking, like It's the look of meeting someone you like but not daring to confess.

"My little Yu'er really likes you, now that I see you, I dare not say a word, this girl..."

Before Fang Cheng finished speaking, Xiao Yu'er hurriedly got into Yang Yueyue's arms, looking shy.

Yang Yueyue couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"You tell uncle to stop talking."