"Yes." Meng Chencheng missed these sisters very much.

Ning Yunxi cleared her throat and was about to sing for the little girl. What should I do? Ning Yunxi didn't think much about it. She was not a singer, and only had a few songs that she could sing for the songs she was familiar with. Therefore, she randomly picked a song she liked most and hummed for the little girl.

The slow singing sound came out from Ning Yunxi's throat. The tune of this song sounded obviously incompatible with all the popular songs of this era, and it was not the desolate tune of the popular singer Teresa Teng. On the contrary, it brought a strange passion in its easing, which could be called the passion of ordinary people.

Because it sings like this: Every time, being strong in wandering loneliness, every time, even if you are very hurt, you will not shine with tears... I know that I have a pair of invisible wings... take me flying, fly over despair...

Unconsciously, the sound of the record playing in the alley disappeared. All the songs made way for this song. Everyone pricked their ears. This song is so different, something that people can't say is different. It does not sing love, remembrance, sadness, and does not carry red like those red songs. It sings the feeling of ordinary people, the kind of difficulties that everyone will experience. So how to say it, it is like a sudden arrow hitting the most fragile weakness in the heart.

It turns out that songs can be sung like this, singing the most extraordinary shining point of every ordinary person. It seems to tell everyone that you are like ordinary, but you will never be an ordinary person, and no one is an ordinary person. The times are created by all the people who are like ordinary but have been struggling.

Meng Chencheng held Teacher Ning's hand excitedly, and the little girl's hand was trembling. The song that Teacher Ning sang for her was different from all the songs she had heard before. It was not that the songs she had heard before were not good, but that Teacher Ning's song made the little girl suddenly want to cry, it was that kind of crying very excitedly, not just sad crying.

"Teacher." Meng Chencheng choked in his throat, "What's its name?"

Ning Yunxi hugged the little girl with both hands. She could completely empathize with the little girl's mood. Because a good song is like this. It can make people move, enter people's hearts, and remember them for a lifetime, making people stronger and more meaningful in life and study and work.

"Chencheng." Ning Yunxi touched the child's head and said earnestly, "It is called the invisible wings. The teacher knows that you sing very well and very well, but what is singing for and whom. The teacher hopes that you can think more about this matter in the future. Because your singing is so precious, you can do more meaningful things."

Meng Chencheng listened carefully to every word that Teacher Ning said. This should be the most important lesson in her life.

In the building not far away, the old man sitting next to the record machine had his hands hanging down, and after listening to the song Ning Yunxi sang, a strong light ejaculated in his pupils: "Who is this person!"

On the way home next time, Meng Chencheng kept repeating the song that Ning Yunxi had just sang.
Chapter completed!