Leilei nodded to his brother happily.

Meng Chenxi was almost shocked when she heard that he was going to copy a plate for her nephew. When she stood up, she saw him walk out of her door.

If you can't catch up, what should I do now? Meng Chenxi thought in fear, who made her feel guilty. I hope he listened first and then thought about copying the tape for her nephew.

Lin Shangxian was very interested in the little girl's tape, so she returned to the hospital and wanted to find a place to put it on.

Just so happened that Zhao Yang came to him to chat with him in the hospital, saw him putting tapes in the lounge, and asked, "Whose tapes?"

Lin Shangxian smiled at him, and did not hide it, saying, "Meng's Xiaowu."

Meng Chencheng sings nicely. Zhao Yang had heard people say it many times, but he hadn't had the chance to listen to it with his own ears. So he walked in and listened with Lin Shangxian.

The story of the small town sung by the little girl that day was released from the trumpet. Zhao Yang was almost shocked when he heard the song. It was really nice, Meng Chencheng sang like an angel.

Lin Shangxian squinted his eyes slightly while holding his chin, and was intoxicated by the sound of the little girl's voice almost brought him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, after the singing, the song was followed by a completely different style. There was only a rustling sound, followed by a female voice: "Zhu Ziqing's prose "Hurry"."

"Hey, isn't it singing? Why did it turn into a recitation?" Zhao Yang, who was fascinated by listening to the tape with him, was surprised.

Lin Shangxian was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, hurriedly pressed the play button of the recorder and said, "I'm looking for someone to record, she may have recorded the wrong one."

"If you record it wrong, record it wrong. Keep listening. The female voice that was recited just now was quite nice." Zhao Yang said. It can be seen that Zhao Yang did not hear that this was the voice of the third son of the Meng family for a moment.

It is impossible to say that her voice is not nice. After all, she is the first student in the art exam for Beijing Radio and Television. Lin Shangxian was not willing to put down anything and took out the tape from the tape recorder. Even Zhao Yang felt something was wrong with him.

"It's nothing. I need to look back and ask her for the wrong thing." Lin Shangxian stammered and explained to him.

"Who asked? Who recorded it?" Zhao Yang asked again.

Lin Shangxian put the tape into his pocket and walked out with his arm, but couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

It was late at night, and Leilei was ordered to go to bed by his father and would go to kindergarten to go to school tomorrow morning. The kid was tired, but lying on his own small bed, his little eyes were confused and could see the back of his mother who was writing a letter to his brother with a desk lamp on.

My mother's figure was lit up like a light, illuminating his little eyes.

Meng Chenhao came over to inspect and saw that his son did not completely close his eyes. He turned his head to look at his son again. He saw his wife's busy figure, so he walked over and covered his eyes with his palm: "Go to sleep, your mother is going to sleep later."

Hearing his father's promise to him, Leilei finally closed his small eyelids.

Ning Yunxi suddenly said, "No."

Hearing her low voice, Meng Chenhao walked over to see what was going on.
Chapter completed!