Little milk dad big star

Chapter 342 Farewell My Concubine
Su Zimo smiled wryly, "I don't know about this, I'm confused, and when I was notified, I reported to this column."

Mei Bixue looked at the young man in front of her, and said speechlessly, "Well, you, the host, seem to be muddle-headed."

Su Zimo smiled and didn't say much.

"Let's go, sit outside for a while" After saying that, Mei Bixue stood up, took Yang Leling's little hand and walked towards the lawn outside.

Seeing this, Su Zimo also stood up and followed the confused Su Xier.

When they came to the lawn, several people took off their shoes and stepped onto the emerald green lawn barefoot.

On the lawn, Mei Bixue tidied it up almost every day, but there were no dirty or sharp objects.

Su Xi'er carefully stretched out her little feet, stepped on the green lawn, felt the itching from the soles of her feet, and couldn't help laughing happily, "Dad, itch!"

Su Zimo, who was sitting on the lawn, heard the joyful little hands, clapped his hands, followed Su Xier's encouragement and said, "Little girl, come here by yourself."

Su Xi'er blinked her eyes, and under the watchful eyes of several people, she began to move her little feet, one step at a time, two steps at a time, trotting towards Su Zimo's direction with staggering steps.

Along the way, she wobbled and almost fell to the ground. The little girl simply stumbled into Su Zimo's arms, and laughed excitedly.

"Okay, okay, sit down, you little girl." Su Zimo patted Su Xi'er who was writhing in his arms, and said with a smile.

"Yeah." Su Xi'er nodded again and again, sitting next to Su Zimo on the emerald green lawn.

The lawn in the yard was much brighter than the inside of the house. After all, the bright moon in the sky was not covered, and a few bright street lamps outside the wall dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Mei Bixue was a little dazed looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and her beautiful eyes flickered. After a while, she came back to her senses, looked at Su Zimo, and said softly, "By the way, Zimo, have you practiced recently?" ?”

"Practice?" Su Zimo didn't react for a moment.

Seeing this, Mei Bixue looked a little disappointed, and sighed, "It seems that you like pop music much more than Beijing opera, and you haven't practiced what I taught you."

"Uh, no, teacher, I have practiced what you taught me." Su Zimo said quickly, although there was no superfluous expression on his face, he was very guilty in his heart.

"Really?" Mei Bixue obviously didn't believe it, she looked at Su Zimo suspiciously, her disappointment was evident on the surface.

"Aunt Meimei, Dad is not lazy. He gets up very early every day, sometimes runs outside, and sometimes babbles at home." Su Xi'er beside her suddenly said.

Seeing Su Xier's voice, Su Zimo smiled knowingly. Although he was speechless about the words babbling, he still didn't say much. Fortunately, there was a little girl who helped him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" Mei Bixue was slightly stunned, her face calmed down, and she asked with interest.

Hearing this, Su Xi'er lowered her head and thought for a while, remembering the tongue twister that Su Zimo usually read in a low voice, and said vaguely, "Eight or eight hundred pacesetters rushed to the North Slope, and the North Slope Cannon. Cannon" After saying this, her little face was very tangled , showing a pitiful expression, looking at Mei Bixue, "Xiao Xi'er can't remember the rest, it's so hard to say."

"It's fine if you can't remember." Mei Bixue looked at the troubled little face of the other party, raised her hand and pinched it, and then looked at Su Zimo suspiciously. Although she didn't speak, the meaning was self-evident.

Su Zimo smiled, and explained, "The little girl is babbling, it's just my voice that is dumbfounded, and I use some very convoluted sentences."

The disappointment on Mei Bixue's face faded away, she thought for a while, and then said, "Then you sing a few lines for me, and let me see how you've been practicing recently."

"Eh? Now?" Su Zimo was slightly stunned and said hesitantly.

Mei Bixue nodded, showing a smile that was not a smile, "Isn't it right now? Then when do you think it's okay?"

"No, no," Su Zimo said again and again, "Then teacher, what do you want me to sing?"

"Well, it's up to you, you can do anything, I'm just checking how you're doing, I'm not just listening to the show." Mei Bixue stroked Yang Leling, who had always been quiet beside her, and said with a smile.

Su Zimo nodded, and then began to search in his mind. Like a brainstorm, scenes of pictures kept flashing in his mind.

Brainstorming comes from the word "brainstorming".The so-called brain storm was originally a term in psychopathology, referring to the state of insanity of the mentally ill, and now it has turned into unlimited free association and discussion, the purpose of which is to generate new ideas or stimulate innovative ideas.Brainstorming method, also known as intellectual stimulation method, BS method, and free thinking method, is a method of stimulating thinking first proposed by American creative scientist A. F. Osborn in 1939 and officially published in 1953.

Yes, Su Zimo secretly thought, and then stopped thinking, but at this moment, there was a piercing pain in his mind, fortunately, it only lasted a few seconds, although the time was short, but his face was a disastrous defeat, with sweat dripping from his forehead .

Mei Bixue was very surprised, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Su Zimo wiped the sweat off his head, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I know what to sing."

"Forget it, let's do it another day." Seeing the other party's pale face, Mei Bixue said worriedly.

"It's okay, I thought of it just now, if you don't come now, I forgot what to do." Su Zimo said softly, looking at the little girl in his arms, patting her little head lovingly.

Seeing that the other party insisted, Mei Bixue had no choice but to nod.

"Okay, you sit here first, you know?" Su Zimo told Su Xi'er a few words, looked at the other party and nodded, then stood up, looked at the bright moon hanging high above me, adjusted Cleared my mind, cleared my throat, and sang in the style of Peking Opera

"Since I have been fighting with the king in the east and west, I have suffered from wind, frost and toil, year after year. I hate the innocent Qin for ruining the lives of the people, which only caused the people to suffer."

Mei Bixue was surprised to hear such an unfamiliar aria and the surprising voice, because what came out of Su Zimo's mouth was a sad female voice.

There are many emotions in this voice, such as sadness, worry, hatred, compassion, etc., so that everyone who hears this voice once can't help but think of a noble woman in ancient costume.

Without waiting for Mei Bixue to be overly surprised, Su Zimo's next move was even more surprising and astonishing. The sad look on his face suddenly changed into a domineering look, with sharp eyes shining. His expression seemed to be holding an ancient spear in his hand, and his voice changed from a gentle female voice to a rough and domineering male voice.
"Several generals in the Han camp were picked up with guns. How can Zong Yingyong beware of being buried on all sides? The general ordered Xiu to send troops and return to the camp."

At this moment, Su Zimo's usual gentle look disappeared, replaced by a look of disdain for the world, exuding a domineering aura all over his body.

　Thanks Bixuemei for the 500 rewards, and Mr. Wuwei for the 500 rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)