"ah?"

Wu Xiaotian asked: "Is that so? What did the teachers say in kindergarten?"

He was a little surprised to hear Bebe say this.

These days, although Beibei has communicated with the kindergarten teachers in the kindergarten, he talked about Beibei. As for why the kindergarten teachers talked about his own in front of Beibei, Wu Xiaotian has not noticed it yet.

Beibei pouted and thought for a while and said, "Well, the teachers all said that Dad is a genius, a genius artist, and is outstanding in all aspects. He will definitely become more famous in the future. Beibei is Dad's daughter, so Beibei will also be a genius and will also be famous."

She paused and said in confusion: "But Dad, what is an artist?"

Wu Xiaotian heard this and said, "Artist, I will know when Beibei grows up. She is still young now, so I won't talk about it for the time being."

"Well, so Beibei must work hard and become a genius." Beibei nodded and said affirmatively.

"this……"

Wu Xiaotian was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the kindergarten teachers would actually tell Beibei these things.

Although they were all praising him and making him feel a little proud, these words undoubtedly added some invisible burden to Beibei, which was something she didn't have to bear at her current age.

Moreover, the talents Wu Xiaotian has shown are all cultural classics in another world. If you want to catch up with or surpass him, you probably have to travel through time.

So he looked at Beibei and said patiently: "Baibei, you are already very smart now. As for whether you can become famous, we don't force it. Beibei will always be a genius in his father's heart, and will always be the most famous."

"Um!"

Beibei looked at Wu Xiaotian with a slight understanding, but nodded.

Wu Xiaotian had no choice but to knock on his bald head.

However, Wu Xiaotian and Beibei chatted and quickly shifted the topic to the weekend program.

Beibei looked at the piece of paper that Wu Xiaotian had just written the lyrics and asked, "Dad, what program should we perform on weekends?"

"Sing!" Wu Xiaotian said with a smile.

"Sing? But Beibei can't sing!"

Beibei picked up the paper and looked carefully. Of course, she didn't understand anything, because she didn't recognize a few words yet.

"Ha ha……"

Wu Xiaotian laughed and said, "It's okay, Beibei, Dad teaches you!"

"Yeah! OK!" Beibei nodded vigorously.

"Then I'll sing it first, and then go to the place where you are needed. Bebe, just remember it!" Wu Xiaotian said again with concern.

"I understand, dad!" Beibei continued to nod.

Wu Xiaotian picked up the piece of paper, placed it between him and Beibei, and began to sing it one by one.

"The sun blinks at me,

The birds sing to me,

I'm a hard worker,

The little goblin who is not clingy,

...

The king asked me to patrol the mountains,

Get a monk to make dinner,

The water in this mountain stream,

Extremely sweet,

Don’t envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals.”

Once!

Twice!

By the third time, Beibei had already kept up with the rhythm, remembered everything she needed to sing, and memorized everything word by word.

Wu Xiaotian looked at Beibei, first surprised, then shook his head helplessly.

Well, he himself has gained the title of genius by relying on his memories of his previous life. Now his daughter Beibei is very good. She doesn't need any memory. She is completely an absolute genius.

Although Beibei doesn’t need to remember many lyrics for such a song, for a child, he remembers it in less than three times. What is it that he is not a genius?

However, he was still happy. Who doesn’t like such a daughter?

"alright!"

Wu Xiaotian nodded and said to Beibei: "Baibei, we have almost done it now. When we go to a professional band and recording studio tomorrow, we will let them play our soundtrack, so we can perform on weekends."

"Yeah!" Beibei nodded again.

Wu Xiaotian slapped his head, and he forgot again, how could Beibei know what a recording studio is?

So he explained: "The recording studio is the place to make music."

"Well, Beibei understands that it is the place where mother sings." Beibei's eyes lit up and she immediately said it.

"Yes!" Wu Xiaotian said happily.

However, Bebe can understand this little bit, does it seem that his father is too useless?

Suddenly, Wu Xiaotian felt a faint sadness.

The next day, Wu Xiaotian worked in the office during the day. While working, he also found out about the recording studios in Hujiang City and the place where music was played.

It happened that one of the colleagues knew a friend and said that he was a professional recording studio and had a special band to help with the music.

Wu Xiaotian was happy as soon as he heard this, and hurriedly asked the colleague to introduce him. Then, when he got off work, he went to the kindergarten to pick up Beibei and headed straight for the target.

It took less than half an hour to drive to the recording studio.

He called the mobile phone number given to him by his colleague, and soon he got off alone.

I saw Wu Xiaotian greeting from afar and said, "Hello, may I ask you that you are Mr. Wu Xiaotian, I am Sun Fei, I have been honored by Daming for a long time."

Wu Xiaotian reached out and shook him, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Sun, I am Wu Xiaotian, I'll trouble you today! How much does it cost per hour, you'll just say it."

"Where is it, it is definitely a brilliant idea to have a celebrity like Mr. Wu coming to our recording studio! As for whether it is money or not, it is a trivial matter." Sun Fei laughed.

He was telling the truth, and he was really happy now.

Because of Wu Xiaotian's name, he has often seen it recently, and the songs he writes are also very popular. Wu Xiaotian was able to go to his recording studio to record songs and music today. If it spreads it, it would definitely be a big publicity.

Wu Xiaotian smiled.

"Is this our cute beibe?" Sun Fei looked at Beibe holding Wu Xiaotian's hand again, and greeted him kindly: "Hello Beibe!"

"Hello uncle!" Beibei also replied politely.

While the three of them were talking, they walked into the house together and saw that there were already a few people inside, probably the band that gave him a soundtrack tonight.

Wu Xiaotian said hello to several people now.

These people were very happy to see that Wu Xiaotian had no popularity as a popular artist or a popular host.

Wu Xiaotian smiled and said, "Two days will be the day for the kindergarten parent-child competition, so I wrote a song to participate in the competition, but there is no soundtrack, so I have to trouble me tonight."

A guitarist in the band waved his hand and said modestly: "Mr. Wu, don't be so polite. A few of us unknown bands can give you a famous person and even the songs you wrote can be on the top two song list. It is absolutely our honor!"

"hehe……"

Wu Xiaotian said, "Okay, if you are polite, I won't say anything. Let's have a meal together after we have done it tonight!"

"Good!"

"Okay!"

"You are so kind!"

The members of the band said with a smile.

"Okay!" Wu Xiaotian took out a few pieces of paper from his bag, which was the song "The King Calls Me to Visit the Mountains" and handed it to the leader of the band, saying, "This is a song I wrote last night. This is the song. Today you can record this soundtrack. Do you see if there is any problem?"

The guitarist took it and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Is this what you did last night?"

Wu Xiaotian said modestly: "Well, I wrote it last night. Because the kindergarten will have competitions on weekends, it is quite hasty. Please forgive me if you don't have it!"

"hehe!"

When the guitarist heard the boss staring at his eyes, he said, "You are humble again. If our brothers and I make such a song, they will not be as silent as this."

"Haha, I've been too rewarded, let's start!" Wu Xiaotian stopped explaining too much and looked at it and said.

"Okay, it's starting!"

The guitarist greeted him, and several other members of the band picked up their instruments, each of them posted a music score, and started to start the music.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.
To be continued...