Chapter 193: Borrow your shoulders and lean on it

Dad Yang is no longer surprised when he saw the two of them hiding in the room at first, and he was a little at a loss. Should he stay at home or go out for a walk?

Behind, I heard my daughter's voice like she was bitten by a dog coming from the room.

He instantly understood that this class was really in class.

This daughter is good everywhere, but she sang too badly, even worse than what she sang herself. I don’t know who she inherited it.

Xu Qing was actually helpless when she sat in the room. Yang Tutu was too busy. She had only taken about 20 classes since she used the singer card for her.

I don’t know if she will be busier next year. If she doesn’t make up for it during the Chinese New Year, she knows that she can only sing a song clearly in the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

At this moment, the panel of Yang Tutu appeared in front of Xu Qing's eyes.

【Name: Yang Tutu

Age: 21 years old

Appearance: 100

Singing skills: 45 (upper limit 79 points, high tension sound characteristics)

Dance: 47

Acting: 47

Speaking of which, Xu Qing made up for her singing skills from time to time.

The dance was practiced by Wu Manqi every day. I don’t know how she has improved her acting skills. Maybe this guy has awakened some talent?

After class, even a contestant like Yang Tutu couldn't help but blush.

Xu Qing taught her a lot of lessons, but she didn't feel that she had made much progress. Instead, her singing voice was getting bigger and bigger day by day. She could not hear it when she closed the door. Now, it's better, she can hear her voice from every other miles away. It's so shameful.

Why is my voice getting louder and louder? Did Brother Qing teach the wrong direction?

Thinking of this, Yang Tutu secretly looked at Xu Qing in front of him who was dazed.

Yang Tutu's voice became louder and louder, of course Xu Qing discovered that the characteristic of Zhang Lida could only be reflected in his voice before it was reflected in his singing level.

"Brother Qing, is it necessary for me to take this lesson in the future?" Yang Tutu asked weakly.

"Of course it's necessary. While the Chinese New Year is fine, hurry up. Yesterday your dad showed me the photos and I wrote a song for your dad. You can't sing at all now." Xu Qing thought, and quickly added Yang Tutu's singing skills to above the professional level. At least he could sing. When he had time to slowly reach the peak of the singer, she also left the group and started a group with Yi Yunyi to make a good start in the music circle.

"Have you written a song? What song?" Yang Tutu said in surprise.

"You will know then. OK, go out to cook." Xu Qing kept it a secret.

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Perhaps it was because the two of them had been too deserted for the New Year in previous years. There was one more person this year. Yang’s father obviously felt that the New Year was different this year.

Especially when he watched his daughter and Xiao Xu work in the kitchen, he felt an indescribable feeling lingering in his heart.

My daughter was not honest and washed well when washing vegetables. She insisted on taking revenge and used her hands to squirt water on Xiao Xu's face.

Xiao Xu was not angry either. He let his daughter make trouble there. He should be in good health and his hands and feet very fast. While cooking, he could also put his daughter on the head from time to time.

The daughter yelled.

It’s great to be young!

This year, the family has money, so they cook and buy some fireworks themselves to set them up.

I still remember when I was a child, my daughter was envious of the fireworks that could rush into the sky in other people's homes. The family was in trouble, so she could only buy some small fireworks for her to enjoy.

When she grew up, she didn't want to set off fireworks anymore, but how beautiful the fireworks were, how could she stop setting them off because she was old?

Thinking of this, Dad Yang stepped on his electric tricycle and went to the fireworks shop.

The sun is short in winter and it will be dark before six o'clock.

The meal was ready, and when Xu Qing took the cigarette that Yang’s just lit, he would start eating the New Year’s Eve dinner.

"Can you do it? I'll do it." Looking at Xu Qing's appearance that was not visible for a long time, Yang Tutu couldn't help but say.

Xu Qing was also very embarrassed. He was blown up by firecrackers when he was a child. The crosstalk he was told at the New Year's Eve said that Jia Yu set off firecrackers and pinched the firecrackers in his hand and threw the lighter out was actually his own experience.

At that time, he ordered a kind of firecracker called "Thunder King", which was about three times larger than ordinary firecrackers. The ones he exploded were still in his heart.

"Who can't do it, who said I can't do it?" Xu Qing stubbornly said, then tremblingly touched the leads of the cigarette butts and firecrackers.

With a neighing sound, sparks spewed out of the lead. Xu Qing immediately threw the firecrackers to the side and jumped into the house in three steps in two steps.

"Hahaha, it turns out you are afraid of firecrackers." Yang Tutu finally understood, Xu Qing was afraid of firecrackers.

"I'm not afraid of talking nonsense." Xu Qing said while climbing deep into the room.

"Are you afraid, come out with me." Yang Tutu grabbed Xu Qing, who was still hiding, and wanted to pull him out.

"You girl shouldn't be so tough, you can't get married like this." Xu Qing struggled to retreat, yelled at Yang Tutu, "It's okay not to yell, the firecrackers are too loud, and the sound is so low that Yang Tutu can't hear it."

"You haven't seen mice when I was catching bare hands in the Sahara. What's that?" Yang Tutu said arrogantly.

Hearing this, Xu Qing remembered instantly. When this guy was recording a group variety show, he slept in a tent in the desert at night. A mouse ran in. The others in E11 were scared and ran around. The guy caught the mouse with his bare hands, but he also shouted that he wanted to have a meal.

Is this an ordinary woman?

After a while, the three of them sat on the table and watched TV while having the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Xu Qing had not had the New Year of three people, and he was a big family during the New Year.

However, this is better than spending the New Year alone.

The Spring Festival Gala on TV has not started yet, but the news is talking about the New Year, and I am quite happy to watch it.

"When will Tangtang and Teacher Jia be on the Spring Festival Gala?" Yang Tutu asked suddenly.

"Who knows this? Don't think about it in the past two years. Qu Xie was offended by us last time." Xu Qing shrugged.

"It's nothing to offend Qu Xie, right?" Yang's father interrupted. In his impression, Qu Xie was a very amazing organization.

"It's okay, what can I do?" Xu Qing waved his hand indifferently, then raised his glass and said, "Uncle, I'll give you a cup and wish you good health."

"You are healthy, you all need to be healthy."

"I'll come too." Yang Tutu raised his glass.

After eating for more than an hour, he was full of wine. Yang's father was very shallow and he was already confused. He stood up and was still shaking.

As soon as the person drank too much, he started to say more. He took Yang Tutu's hand and walked out, then pointed to the fireworks covered with canvas on the tricycle outside the house and said, "Dad bought you fireworks, so many fireworks, let's set off fireworks."

When Yang Tutu heard what Yang Dad said, she was stunned at first, and then a smile that was more beautiful than fireworks appeared on her face. She said to Yang Dad: "Okay, set off fireworks."

Chiu...Bang...

Silver white, washed green, lilac, blue, and various brilliances are like falling waterfalls.

The petals are like rain and the sound is like thunder.

The light rain shone on Yang Tutu's raised face and was imprinted in her eyes. As the fireworks and stars fell, tears fell with them.

She could no longer remember what year it was when her father last held her hand and proudly pointed at something to show off to him.

"Brother Qing, happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"Will you come again next year?"

"Come on, I'm a homeless person, why don't someone come in?"

"Can you lend your shoulders to lean on me? I feel a little tired of tilting my head."

At this moment, in the yard, Yang's father was standing by the side like a child. When the fireworks were set off, he would immediately refill his daughter.

Yang Tutu leaned his head on Xu Qing's shoulder, and both of them were looking at the sky.

For the bad fireworks, for the bad people.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!