Qiao Yingzi shook her head and said, "No, I can go to class."
Song Qian asked worriedly: "But if you can't sleep at night, you will be very depressed when you go to class the next day."
Qiao Yingzi smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, I have a way to make myself fall asleep."
Song Qian asked in surprise: "Didn't you say you have been suffering from insomnia for a long time?"
"I've been suffering from insomnia for a long time, but recently I found a way to make myself fall asleep, and this is it."
Qiao Yingzi picked up the phone, plugged in the earphones, pointed at the earphones, and said to her mother Song Qian.
"Listen to music?"
"Well, it's just not the songs of those celebrities, but the songs of Zhou Chen."
"Zhou Chen's song?"
Song Qian instinctively raised her eyebrows. Although Zhou Chen discovered her daughter's symptoms first and prevented her from getting worse, she still didn't have a good impression of Zhou Chen.
"That kid can also sing?"
Qiao Yingzi: "Well, not only can he sing, but he can also sing very well. He can sing better than many singers. Moreover, the songs he sings are all new to me and they are his original works."
"Original? Real or fake?"
Song Qian expressed serious doubts about how Zhou Chen, who was just a teenager, could create an original song. Even if it was an original song, it would definitely not sound good.
When Qiao Yingzi saw that her mother didn't believe it, she immediately became anxious. She picked up an earphone and handed it to her: "Don't believe it, Mom, you will know after listening to it. It sounds really good."
Of course Song Qian would not refuse. The doctor had already told her that she needed to communicate more with her daughter and understand her more. Now that her daughter could still talk to her naturally, it was too late for her to be happy, so how could she refuse.
"Then I really want to listen to it and see how good it sounds and how praised it is by you."
Qiao Yingzi saw her mother put the earphones to her ears, so she started playing music and chose a song that she thought was the best.
Song Qian was originally careless, but as the music and singing started to play, her expression slowly changed.
First I was surprised, then shocked, and finally confused.
"Yingzi, are you sure this is Zhou Chen's song, or is it original?"
"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can search online. I guarantee you won't find the same song."
After receiving a positive reply, Song Qian no longer knew what to say.
Even though she was extremely hostile to Zhou Chen, after listening to this song, she had to admit that it was a really good song.
The lyrics are good, the music is good, the voice is good...
Different from the hip-hop raps that are popular on the Internet now, this is a ballad that sounds very touching even for her age.
But how could such a good song be originally composed by a teenage boy?
In Song Qian's shock, the new song continued to play...
After listening to songs with her daughter for more than half an hour, Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief when her daughter finally fell asleep. It seemed that her daughter was right, these songs could really put her to sleep peacefully.
While feeling relieved, she was also very uncomfortable.
As a mother, she cannot coax her daughter to sleep, but an outsider can sing her songs to sleep, which makes her feel very unbalanced.
After quietly walking out of the room, Song Qian saw Qiao Weidong sitting on the sofa and hadn't left yet, so she walked over.
"Is Yingzi asleep?"
When Qiao Weidong saw Song Qian coming out, he immediately asked nervously.
Song Qian nodded and said: "Sleep."
"Really asleep? Didn't it mean that she always had insomnia?"
"She fell asleep listening to the song."
Song Qian hesitated for a moment and then told Qiao Weidong the truth.
After listening to Song Qian's narration, Qiao Weidong also became depressed. He grinned and shouted: "What kind of magic does that kid have? How can he be so fascinated by Yingzi?"
"Keep your voice down."
Song Qian glared at him angrily and shouted: "Now is not the time to talk about this. How to get Yingzi out of depression is the key. If that Zhou Chen can really help Yingzi, no matter how hard we don't
If you are willing, you can only give it a try."
Qiao Weidongyu was still angry and snorted: "I'm just unhappy. Why? Our daughter, who we have raised for eighteen years, is going to be raped by a pig. I, I..."
The daughter is his father's little lover, and the thought that his daughter will be with another man in the future makes him feel uncomfortable.
Having said this, the two of them stopped talking about this topic.
"Song Qian, you have heard what the doctor said today. Family reasons are also one of the reasons for Yingzi's illness. So if we want to cure her, I think we must make changes."
Song Qian was silent for a while, and then asked: "Then what should we do?"
"I think we can no longer be as hostile as before. We must give Yingzi a good family atmosphere. We should..."
The two people, who had been divorced for a long time, began to discuss a plan in order to treat their daughter's illness, and planned to start living together.
In the next few days, Song Qian and Qiao Weidong did not pick up Yingzi, but allowed Yingzi to go to school alone, which made Qiao Yingzi very happy.
Being driven to and from school by her parents for such a long time had left her feeling a bit psychologically depressed. Now that she no longer had to be driven to and from school, her mood was naturally much brighter.
As for Qiao Yingzi's condition, naturally the fewer people know about it, the better, so Zhou Chen has already discussed with her not to tell anyone else, not even Huang Zhitao and Fang Yifan.
In fact, mild depression is really difficult for normal people to detect as long as the patient does not have extreme symptoms.
As the days passed, it was not long before the winter vacation, and the learning atmosphere in the school immediately became rigorous again.
That night, Qiao Yingzi tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep even while listening to Zhou Chen's songs.
When she got up and looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock. So Qiao Yingzi got up from the bed, quietly went out, came to the door of Zhou Chen's house, and dialed Zhou Chen's number.
Chapter completed!