Meng Chencheng sang all the way home.

At home, Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng listened in surprise. Leilei, who had just been sent home by a kindergarten teacher, heard his aunt's singing and was the first to rush out to open the door for his aunt. Leilei, the young master's little eyes, looked up at his mother who had come back with his aunt and blinked twice.

Ning Yunxi bent down and touched his son's little face: What's wrong? Seeing his mother become like this?

Leilei thought that the song of my aunt was not right, and it was completely different from the songs I sang before. It turned out that it was because I came back with his mother.

Meng Chencheng sang so much that he was intoxicated by this song that he walked into the house without realizing it.

Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng followed the little girl to listen to the song, and was also bewitched by the song. She asked while listening: "What kind of song is this?"

It sounds nice and nice. Meng Chenjun thinks so. But what is wrong? By the way, it is different from the songs my sister sang before.

"Xiao Wu." Meng Chenjun turned around and grabbed the sister who forgot his own and asked, "Where did you learn this song? What is it called?"

Meng Chencheng answered the fourth brother’s question while singing: “It is called Invisible Wings. The lyrics are in the song “My sister-in-law’s song.”

Hearing the last sentence of the little girl, Ning Yunxi hurriedly jumped up and clarified: "No, no, no, this song is not mine, not written by me."

"Who wrote the song?" asked Grandpa Meng.

Ning Yunxi never expected that this song would attract the attention of people in this era. After all, this song was born in 2006, which is almost twenty years away from now.

"Who wrote it?" Grandpa Meng asked, "How come it sounds nice? The lyrics it sang seem to be different from the songs I listened to before."

"Yes." Grandma Meng responded to her husband's words, which was different.

Although the two old men did not receive education when they were young, they have been influenced by the educated man after they were at home, and their appreciation level has improved.

"I—" Ning Yunxi certainly wouldn't put the songs of other famous singers on his head and turned them into his own. He denied it firmly, "I heard it on the street that day. Like you all, I feel that this song is different and very good, so I wrote it down."

Everyone listened to her statement. Leilei's little head was raised high, looking at his mother's face and neck, as if catching the traces of his mother's blushing.

When Ning Yunxi discovered his son's little Sherlock Holmes-like eyes, he wanted to slap his son's little butt. Is there anyone who is like you? Do you want to expose your mother's true feelings?

Grandpa Meng scratched his head and felt that the explanation of the eldest grandson-in-law was a bit reluctant. However, he could not catch any loopholes for the moment.

Grandma Meng chased and asked, "Which road did you hear it?" The old man thought to listen to it on the road.

Ning Yunxi was silent about the old man's sudden digging and asking questions: "Remember, I can't remember clearly-"

"You remember the lyrics, how you sing them. You forgot which path you took." Grandma Meng said, stuttering, which made Ning Yunxi's mistake incisiveness.

Leilei waved his head to his mother: As the grandmother said.

Ning Yunxi touched his son's head: I got you, are you the mother's son? If so, help her calm down.
Chapter completed!