Chapter 24 Writing a song for An Qing

"Humph, the stories grandma tells are not good, and they are not as good as the ones dad tells." The little guy pouted.

"Then grandma will give you another one." Lin Qiuyan was defeated by her granddaughter. She had told her a dozen times, but none of them satisfied her.

"Then I want to listen to the tortoise race"

"Turtle racing? Grandma can't do it"

"Huh? Grandma can't do it, then Sissi tells grandma to listen. Grandma must be good in the future." She said like a sensible child, making people dumbfounded.

The little guy began to speak slowly.

"One day, the hare and the tortoise had a running race. The hare laughed at the tortoise for being slow. The tortoise said that one day he would win..."

After listening to the tortoise race, Lin Qiuyan also felt that the stories she told were not good, but where did Sissi hear such interesting and intriguing fables?

"Little granddaughter, tell grandma, who told you this story?"

"It's Daddy. Daddy tells me stories every day when I take a bath. I still have... there are many, many more." I counted on my fingers again, but I didn't know how many after counting.

"Sissi, can you tell grandma another story later?" Lin Qiuyan felt embarrassed after saying this and asked a child for a story.

"Okay then, let me tell grandma one more thing, just one, no more."

The little guy's memory was pretty good, and he told Lin Qiuyan a little story about the "ugly duckling".

Is this all what your son said? It's incredible that her son actually knows so much. Why didn't she realize it before? Lin Qiuyan felt emotional in her heart.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Qiuyan finally couldn't help but ask Sissi's mother, "Sissi, tell grandma, where is mom?"

"Mom, Mom went to make money. Mom said, if you don't work, you won't have the money to buy milk powder for Sissi."

"So Sissi, do you have a photo of your mother? Grandma hasn't seen it yet."

"Yes, it's in WeChat. Well, Sissi is feeling numb." She said and rubbed her eyes with her fists, almost crying.

"Only mother is good in the world

A mother's child is like a treasure." The little guy missed his mother and sang this song again.

Lin Qiuyan was a little at a loss. Listening to this song, she had never heard it before, and it was pretty good. When she learned that her son had taught her granddaughter the song last night, she suddenly shed two lines of tears.

The little guy took advantage of Ling Yun's bathing time to secretly take his cell phone and text his mother on WeChat.

An Qing was busy dealing with the issue of new songs when her cell phone rang. It was a WeChat message calling Ling Yun.

Could it be that something happened to Sissi? I panicked and immediately pressed answer.

"Hey, Mom, guess who I am" came the voice of little Sissi from the other side.

An Qing's heart immediately calmed down, as long as nothing happened, she pretended not to know, "Well, kid, who are you? Where is my little Sissi?"

"Hmph, Mom, you're so stupid, it's me, I'm your cute little Sissy" she said with a proud look on her face.

Lin Qiuyan was a little speechless listening to the conversation between the two mother and daughter. She picked up Sissi and pointed at the camera. The little one understood what her grandma meant and wanted to see her mother.

"Mama, I miss you, how about our video, the baby can't do it?"

An Qing feels a little guilty. She has been too busy recently and has not had time to see her. She usually just has a quick chat on the phone.

After a while, the camera on Xinwei was turned on, and An Qing could be clearly seen. She was dressed in red and looked like Xiaojiabiyu. She was indeed beautiful.

An Qing also saw her daughter, but she also saw Lin Qiuyan, a very beautiful young woman, holding her daughter. She thought to herself, this Ling Yun couldn't be..., this bastard didn't even take care of his daughter well, he was doing all sorts of things. Yes, I felt annoyed.

At this time, Lin Qiuyan calmed down and said, "Hello, my daughter-in-law." She smiled at her. She recognized Sissi's mother as the celebrity An Qing, and the entertainment industry itself was still paying some attention to her.

"Ah, what's going on, daughter-in-law? Who are you calling? Is it me?" An Qing was confused.

"Mom, this is grandma, it's daddy's mom."

"What? Auntie, hello, my name is An Qing." An Qing was a little nervous, her face was extremely embarrassed, and she hesitated.

"Haha, don't see anyone outside. We are all a family. Just call me mom."

Just call me your mother. I haven’t married your son yet, but I didn’t say it out loud. I just smiled awkwardly.

"Are you really Ling Yun's mother? Your biological child? Why are you so young?" An Qing suddenly asked.

"Well, he's his biological son. He's not young anymore. He's already in his fourth year."

"Really, but you can't tell at all."

"Grandma, grandma, let me talk to Mommy." The little guy curled his lips. If they were allowed to continue chatting, how long would it take?

"Okay, then let's listen to what Sissi has to say," Lin Qiuyan said, touching her head.

"Mama, I'm going to sing a song for you, you have to listen well."

"Hey, my little baby can sing now? What song do you want to sing?"

"Huh huh, Mom, I haven't heard of it yet. This is what daddy taught me." He then cleared his throat.

"Only mother is good in the world

A mother’s child is like a treasure”

"..."

After An Qing listened quietly, tears filled her eyes.

"Baby, I'm sorry," An Qing said

"Mom, be good, don't cry, okay?" the little guy comforted her in a sweet voice.

Lin Qiuyan's eyes were also a little red. After listening to it for the second time, it was not as strong as An Qing's performance.

After taking a shower, Ling Yun heard something moving in the living room and came over, "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Lin Qiuyan wiped her tears.

"Daddy, Mommy is crying, what should I do?" the little guy said coquettishly to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun looked at An Qing on the other side of WeChat. This woman still wanted to be strong. "It's okay, I'll talk to her."

"Hey, An Qing, do you want to ask me about this song?"

"Huh? Huh?" An Qing was stunned. How did he know that I wanted to ask?

Before she could speak again, Ling Yun said, "I know what's bothering you recently. I can write a title song for you, but you have to agree to one condition."

"You know how to write songs? Stop comforting me. You don't have to worry about my affairs." An Qing felt that this man was trying to comfort her.

"Is it possible? You will know later. Do you agree to a condition?"

"Okay." An Qing also felt that the condition was nothing, just to see what tricks Ling Yun was playing.

After receiving An Qing's confirmed answer, Ling Yun stood up and walked into the study.

"Mom, daddy is so powerful. Don't go back on the terms you agreed to."

There has been no result yet, and this daughter has begun to sell herself out. As expected, she can't do it without her around.

"Oh, then, baby Sissi, what's so great about daddy?" An Qing asked out of nowhere.

"Well, I want to count. Dad can cook, tell stories, sing, play the piano, drive, and clean..." The little guy kept counting.

An Qing and Lin Qiuyan......

The door to the study room opened, and Ling Yun held a sheet of music in his hand, the name of the song was "Dream Chaser".

Since the mobile phone was confiscated by Sissi, she had to use her mobile phone to upload the music score. She logged into WeChat and took a few photos of the music score with her handheld camera, then clicked on An Qing's chat page to upload it to her.

After finishing all this, Ling Yun said to An Qing over there, "I have passed the music score to you. I guess you will be busy too."

An Qing was stunned for a moment, so fast?

"Sissi, say goodbye to mom. It's very late and it's time to go to bed."

"Well, bye, Mom," the little guy said reluctantly, waving his hands to An Qing in the video.

"Mom, you should take a shower and go to bed. You must be tired from the ride," Ling Yun expressed concern.

"Well, I'm a little tired, Xiaoyun'er, granddaughter, good night." After saying that, she went back to her room.

"Grandma, good night" the little guy also responded

After An Qing clicked on the WeChat video message, she checked the photos sent by Ling Yun. The more she looked at her face, the more surprised she became. This guy actually wrote such a good song. My dear, I can agree to ten conditions for this song. This song is very much in line with my own title song standards and can be said to be tailor-made for myself.

Great, with this song, I can definitely turn around this time. I will go to the company's recording studio tomorrow to record it, and then register the copyright. Hum, what's his is mine.

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