Grandpa Xiangxiang's face was red, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. He turned to ask Ning Yunxi: "Teacher Ning, do you know where the painting is?"

If the teacher doesn't understand, the old man will definitely have a step to go down.

Unfortunately, Teacher Ning really saw it and said, "That's the bridge on West Lake."

Grandpa Xiangxiang was stunned and pointed at her and said, "Aren't you teaching mathematics?" How could he even understand art.

Ning Yunxi smiled and asked her to say. In fact, senior intellectuals do not only understand their professional things. Ordinary people think that geniuses only know that they are wrong. Because knowledge is consistent and subjects are intertwined. In order to improve their knowledge level, it is necessary to increase the breadth of the scope of knowledge. This is why she insisted on taking her son to look at other things.

"You don't know now. She has also taught Chinese." Grandma Xiaogu continued to expose Teacher Ning's information.

Grandpa Xiangxiang raised his hand and surrendered: "I'm convinced, convince!"

Before, when the brothers and sisters were arguing endlessly, the little girl Meng Chencheng jumped with her feet and jumped with one leg for a while, which could not hide her excitement. The uncle just now sang very well, which made her almost hum a few words.

The little girl opened her mouth and couldn't help but hum.

The people around me could hear the lyrics and music she hummed, and they were exactly the lyrics that the uncle sang just now. The little girl learned all the hard accent of the uncle.

"Oh!" Grandpa Xiangxiang's lips shrank and his chin shook excitedly, "Is this child your family actually able to sing opera?"

The Meng family was very surprised. As far as they know, the little girl could sing any lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics and songs of the lyrics of the lyrics of the lyrics. This is the first time that the little girl has watched the lyrics. I can only say that the little girl is following the example. Meng Chencheng's talent for singing is self-taught. Basically, she heard people singing along with her own singing, but it is relatively easier to learn to sing those popular songs. Learn to sing opera? Opera is a national treasure. People who have not studied it seriously want to sing it like this if they listen to it once?

But the little girl did this and did it successfully.

Meng Chenjun blinked violently.

Zhu Lingling was as excited as Grandpa Xiangxiang: "Chencheng, you are so awesome, I want to applaud you."

Without Sister Lingling's words, Leilei applauded his aunt first.

Meng Chencheng blushed and embarrassedly said to his nephew: "Leilee, I can only sing a few words. I only learned from the master's side. Don't applaud me."

Leilei shook his head at his aunt: It doesn’t matter, aunt, I simply think that my aunt sings better than anyone else.

"Meng Chencheng, I heard you sing!"

Who is this voice?

A boy carrying a schoolbag came running from the road ahead. He looked taller than the little girl, and he was gentle and gentle.

Meng Chenjun heard that the boy was the one who called his sister when he was queuing up before, and what was his name?

"Gu Tianpeng." Because the second brother reminded her later, Meng Chencheng recognized the other party and said.

"Do you remember me?" Gu Tianpeng ran to her and stood up, very excited.

"We have participated in radio programs. My second brother said it." Meng Chencheng said.

Her second brother? Gu Tianpeng remembered: "The person who called the radio station that day was your second brother."
Chapter completed!