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"Oh, you mean this sheet music is not good?"

"Nothing...it's a very cheerful little tune..."

Momoki Miki put down the sheet music, looked at the little boy in front of her who was not even ten years old, her lips trembled twice, and she tried to hold back her tears.

—I'm talking about myself!myself!I'm that mediocre! ! !

Theatrical performance = song and dance performance = singing and dancing.

Chen Mo doesn't know where he learned these things, as if there is some kind of mechanism in his mind, which will automatically pop up relevant things when he encounters a need. Although he occasionally feels strange, this is not true. Prevent him from making full use of the knowledge in his head.

Isn't it just acting?It's just singing and dancing, it's not difficult at all, okay?

Saying goodbye to Mr. Miki, Chen Mo swaggered back to the front yard where the orphans were playing. Looking at these little kids who only knew how to eat, drink, and play around all day long, he suddenly felt a strong feeling in his heart. The feeling of loneliness.

Invincible, really lonely...

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo! How about making chicken drumsticks tonight?"

Just when Chen Mo was full of emotions, Mariko Pidianpidian, who had just turned eight years old this year, ran up to him, sucking hard on the snot that had flowed to his mouth, while seeming to think of the chicken leg he ate last time The taste, the small tongue licked from the upper lip, just licked the leftover snot into the mouth.

Sloppy is a bit sloppy... But with copper, can you say sloppy?

"Is that why you want to eat chicken legs?"

"Uh-huh!"

Looking at the little girl who nodded and smacked her mouth with relish, Chen Mo suddenly laughed twice, hooked his fingers to signal her to come over, but in the end he only got a pair of ignorant ones that seemed to write the word "ignorance" on it. The same look in the eyes.

"Forget it, let's go."

"No, no, I want to eat chicken drumsticks..."

"Hurry up and climb for me!"

Losing the interest to play tricks, Chen Mo shook his head in a dispirited manner, but Mariko's words still gave him some inspiration. After a while, he ran to the stone steps at the entrance of the front yard with a scrolled microphone.

"Hello? Hey, hello? Children, who wants to eat chicken legs tonight? Is there any kid who wants to eat chicken legs?"

--brush!

Almost as soon as they heard the word "drumsticks", all the children playing around in the front yard stopped immediately, and turned their gazes to the top of the stone steps in unison.

"Looks like you want to eat them all?"

Chen Mo paused, and then said: "If you want to eat chicken drumsticks, then follow my instructions. Whatever I say, you can do whatever you want. If you cook well, you can eat chicken drumsticks!"

……

As the grand finale of the orphanage every year, in addition to the teachers and children of the orphanage, the children who were adopted by other families in the past will also come to participate in the dinner performance before the new year accompanied by their new parents , so the atmosphere of the whole dinner party is quite lively on the whole.

"... Then, let's applaud the next performance! A chorus—"Orphan's Paradise"!"

When it was the turn of the program organized by Chen Mo, the dean first said hello, and then clapped his hands vigorously, seeing the mayor of Tiangong City, the secretary of the mayor at the same table, and some others who had sponsored the orphanage The philanthropists looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering why she was so excited.

"This program is different!" The dean introduced with a red face: "This is a program organized by the children in our orphanage. Except for playing the piano, no teacher has intervened in the rest of the program from beginning to end."

"Oh?"

The mayor is a middle-aged man with a family. Thinking of his ten-year-old son who is still a little childish, he couldn't help but become interested.

"Then I'll have to take a closer look."

"Just watch it, you won't be disappointed!" the dean said while laughing, obviously very confident in the show.

Seeing this, the mayor frowned slightly and said, "Why, have you watched this show before?"

"I haven't seen it, but the one who arranged this program is a great talent in our orphanage."

Thinking of all the inconceivable abnormalities in Chen Mo, the dean smiled and began to sell to the mayor: "His name is Chen Mo, he should be eight years old this year, he came to our orphanage a year ago, I'm not bragging about this kid... ..."

While the dean was counting the advantages of Chen Mo one by one, dozens of orphans, big and small, also stepped onto the stage.

"Boom~boom boom~boom boom boom boom boom~"

The brisk piano accompaniment sounded twice alone, and the third time, the voice of the girls chorus followed.

"La~ la la la~ a family that loves each other~"

Hmm...it sounds like a song with the theme of calling for family affection.

The mayor nodded, and at the same time, he did not forget to comment on the clerk next to him: "This song sounds good."

"Yes, people can't help but think of a harmonious and happy family when they hear it, and think of these orphans who lost their parents since they were young. It's really pitiful..."

The clerk's flattering skill was very good, the mayor nodded in empathy, and his gaze towards the stage softened.

After the first sentence was sung, among the orphans holding hands, Mariko took a step forward alone and walked to the front of the stage: "There is no cloud in the sky, it is difficult to rain, and there is no flower on the ground without trees? Fish can't live without water, which one?" The child has no home?"

Hearing her lyrics, many children in the audience who have been accommodated by their new families couldn't help but have red eyes, and the younger ones even burst into tears. Although the life in the orphanage can't be said to be bad, but "Which one The sentence "the child has no home" is too heartbreaking, especially for a child whose emotional self-control is almost equal to no one, crying out as soon as his eyes are sore.

Mariko is followed by the chorus of all the orphans:

"Ah heh heh heh heh!

Ahahahaha!

Who says we don't have a home?