Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

As he spoke, the director pointed to the list in his hand.

Shen Yiyue took a look.

After making sure that she saw it and saw it clearly, the director put the list away and handed it to the person behind him.

Shen Yiyue's expression changed rapidly, but two seconds later, it returned to normal and she looked towards the stage again.

And just in time, Song Weiyi's rehearsal was over and he could step down.

Shen Yiyue didn't say anything and seemed normal.

But in her heart... she was a little unhappy.

She sat here for a while, and this player caught her eye. She thought it was okay, but the question was, why was this child named Song?

Song Weiyi!

The person Shen Yiyue hates the most is Song Nianhe.

Therefore, she doesn't have any good impressions of people with this surname.

Even when I see it, I get annoyed, and when I hear it, I get annoyed.

"Wait," Shen Yiyue asked, "What is painted on his face? Are there white feathers?"

"He did the makeup himself."

Shen Yiyue frowned: "What's weird about this? It doesn't look suitable for the stage...and it can't cover up his original appearance. After the competition and the song, the audience and judges I don’t even know what he looks like, and I have no recollection of him.”

The director responded quickly: "Okay, Teacher Shen, I'm going to communicate with the parents of Song Weiyi's child and see if we can remove this makeup during the official competition in the evening and just put on the stage makeup normally."

"Well, let's go."

And Song Weiyi didn't know what happened at all, so he ended his rehearsal step by step and returned to the backstage.

He was satisfied with himself and felt that he was cool and awesome.

"What's up? Mom," Song Weiyi went straight to Song Nianhe, "Was I handsome just now?"

"Handsome, so handsome."

"The official competition will be even more handsome tonight." He warned, "You and Uncle Qin remember to record the video for me, or start the live video broadcast directly, so that..."

"Let grandpa and the others see you." Song Nianhe took over his words, "Isn't that right?"

Song Weiyi kept nodding his head: "Yes, yes."

"I know. You've been working for so long. Are you hungry? You haven't tried Sicheng's special dishes yet. I'll take you to dinner now, okay?"

"it is good!"

Song Weiyi happily responded, picked up the violin and left.

He didn't have any anxiety or nervousness about the game, as if he was just having fun. Although he cherished his violin, he didn't treasure it enough to be cautious. He was very carefree.

Look at the kid next to you...

I need my parents to be with me throughout the whole process, comforting and encouraging me over and over again, while still talking to myself. There are also children who are practicing the music for fear of making mistakes.

Looking at his son again, Song Nianhe smiled and shook his head.

Her worries were unnecessary.

Song Weiyi didn't feel anxious about the game, but seemed to be having fun.

This made Song Nianhe suspect that his ultimate goal in coming to Sicheng was not to compete, but to have fun.

Ever since Xiao Yi was born, he has never left the capital.

Song Nianhe had planned many parent-child trips. He wanted to take him to the beach or abroad, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, but in the end the plans failed to keep up with the changes and fell through.

Because she has a heavy workload and is very busy and can't spare any time.

Two years ago, when the "Yinian" brand was just established, Song Nianhe had to worry about everything.