This is what Li Chu can't stand the most. Whether it's his wife or daughter, as long as she acts coquettishly in front of him, he will definitely surrender.
These two women in the family, no, including Wang Yueyue, these three women have him under control.
"Hey, dad, it's best. Wait while I go get Yueyue's guitar for you."
"Hey..." Looking at his daughter running towards the front yard, Li Chugang was about to call her, but after thinking about it, he put down his hand.
What kind of guitar are you playing? I haven’t even thought about the lyrics. Where can I get the music score?
Forget it, just scan it twice.
Ding Qiunan's men here were washing dishes much faster, and she wanted to hear it too.
"Daughter-in-law, Huihui is here and asked her to wait for a while while I go in and write out the words I have already thought of."
"Okay, let's go!"
…
When Li Chu walked out of the study half an hour later, he was startled by the people sitting in the courtyard.
Good guy, I thought they were having a tea party at their house.
Except for a few older people, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Jiadong with their children, Mr. and Mrs. Ding Jianguo with their children, and even Mr. and Mrs. Wang Jiayuan who went back to their parents' home to visit after dinner were there.
Wang Jiayuan still has a big belly and looks like she is about to give birth.
"What is this for?"
"Dad, we are all waiting to hear your song." Li Wenhui saw her father lift the door curtain and stand still, so she quickly ran over to pull him.
"Is this your fault?"
"I accidentally let it slip."
"Ha..." I believe you, you little girl is very bad.
"Xiao Chu, Hui Yatou said you also want to sing. We have been waiting for a long time. Please hurry up."
Aunt Wang, who was eating melon seeds, looked up and saw Li Chu at the door of the living room and called out.
She goes to bed early at night, and if she doesn't sing, she won't hear it anymore.
She knew that this nephew could write songs, and he had written several songs for her eldest daughter-in-law, but she had never heard of singing.
The elders had already called out, so Li Chu simply stopped being awkward and sat down on the chair Li Wenhui placed for him under the eaves.
"Ahem, my singing is not as good as Yueyue's mother's singing. Don't dislike it. Everyone just listens to it. I don't welcome criticism here.
If anyone thinks it sounds bad, you can plug your ears with toilet paper. Huihui, go, take out the toilet paper and get ready."
"Hahaha……"
He made everyone laugh as soon as he opened his mouth.
"I don't know what Huihui told you, so that you all sit here so neatly and wait for me.
This song is what I want to give to Wenxuan and Yueyue. I haven’t finished thinking about the song yet, so you can listen to it first, but everyone must keep it a secret from me, otherwise it will be boring.”
"Don't worry, uncle, we will definitely keep it secret for you."
"Yuanyuan, apart from Huihui, you are the one here. You two sisters are the most lax in your words. Can you rest assured? Where can I rest assured?"
"Hahaha..." There was another burst of laughter.
This time even the two female guards standing aside laughed.
Several other staff members went back to their homes after dinner in the evening, but the two security guards wanted to live here.
"Uncle~"
"Dad~"
His words made Yuanyuan and Huihui unhappy, and they both looked at him with pursed lips.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore, but you two really want to keep it a secret for me this time!"
Seeing that the two sisters were about to explode, he quickly stopped and pretended to play the guitar twice.
"He will be your groom, and from now on he will be your lifelong companion.
Everything about him will be closely related to you, and you will share the blessings and misfortunes.
She will be your bride, she was entrusted to you with their heart,
…
It must be a special fate that we can become a family along the way. He loves you more, you love him more, and find the possibility of happiness.
…”
The second paragraph is gone, he hasn't figured it out yet.
After stopping, Li Chu raised his head and realized that everyone in the courtyard was staring at him blankly.
"Ahem, doesn't that sound good? Why are you all looking at me so strangely?"
"Xiao Chu, did you write this song?" Aunt Wang looked at this nephew with curiosity as if she had discovered a new world, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Li Qin and Wang Ziwen also had the same expression. They knew that this younger brother could write songs, and they had heard Li Qiaoyun sing on TV, but those were all songs for the army.
This song completely subverted their imagination.
"Uh... I figured it out."
Well, he pulled it out from the depths of his memory. Anyway, he was the first one to sing it in this world, and he wouldn’t be able to do it if he didn’t.
What should I say? Although Aunt Wang is the oldest here, as a veteran intellectual during the Republic of China, she also worked as a school teacher.
Her ability to accept new things is definitely faster than that of Ding's parents, Ding's mother, Li Qin and Wang Ziwen.
So she didn't have any special reaction to this love.
And to the ears of Ding's father and Ding's mother, this song sounded like a melodious sound, but it was a song that the son-in-law wanted to give to his own son, so the old couple couldn't say much.
"Xiao Chu, if you want to sing this song to Wenxuan and Yueyue, I won't stop you. But after you leave this door, you can't sing it anymore."
"Aunt, that's not possible. Not to mention this song, even those songs for Qiaoyun, I have never sung them outside. No one even knows that I wrote them except for their group leader."
The two people here were talking, and the young women over there had come to their senses, their eyes gleaming.
Li Wenhui was even thinking in her heart that no matter what, she must ask her father to give her a song when she gets married in the future.
Lin Li leaned into Wang Jiayuan's ear and asked softly: "Yuanyuan, is that Qiaoyun that uncle mentioned, the one who sang at the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Yes, she is cousin Wenxuan's mother-in-law."
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After listening to his wife's words, Lin Li opened his mouth so much that he could stuff a goose egg into it.
"Then the fifteenth moon she sang at the party was also written by my uncle?"