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Chapter 375 Cheers Fill the Alley
Chen Qing sat down beside him. "So, do you want to study music?"

"A little bit, because everyone praises me and says I sing very well."

When Mao Mao sang last time, everyone praised him, and even the newspapers wrote that he sang well.

He wants others to like him.

"Then you can give it a try first. Think about it, your parents don't sing as well as you, so they don't have the confidence to criticize you," Chen Qing suggested.

“My dad will pretend to know what he doesn’t,” Mao Mao said helplessly.

Chen Qing felt she couldn't scold the child's father in front of the child, but she couldn't help but curse Mao Jianguo in her heart as being sick.

She rubbed her forehead, pondering what to say in her reply.

Seeing his aunt's dilemma, Mao Mao suddenly laughed and asked, "Auntie, does my dad annoy you?"

"Uh……"

Chen Qing silently reminded himself not to belittle his father in front of his child.

Mao Mao said, "I will try singing."

Chen Qing's eyes lit up slightly: "That's great."

"Because I talked to He Yuxiang today, and he is very supportive of me, and you support me too, so I want to give it a try."

In Mao Mao's heart, his aunt and He Yuxiang were the smartest people in the world. They supported him in giving it a try, and he was sure to do the right thing.

Chen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "How did He Yuxiang support you?"

She had hardly ever heard He Yuxiang say anything inspirational.

Mao Mao imitated He Yuxiang's arrogant expression: "I think you sing well, I will be your audience."

Chen Qing clutched her heart: "He Yuxiang... He Yuxiang..."

When will this guy start talking to her like a normal person?

He Yuxiang never moves an inch in the kitchen. Every time his aunt calls him, it's like calling his soul back. Then she goes over and asks him to do a small task.

He Yuan: "Go see what your aunt wants?"

He Yuxiang approached his aunt impatiently: "Speak, what do you want?"

Chen Qing immediately repeated what he had said to Mao Mao: "I don't want you to say anything nice to me, I just want to hear how you say this."

He Yuxiang: "???"

When did he ever say such cheesy things!
He stared at Mao Mao in shock: "When did I say that to you?"

Mao Mao: "This morning."

He Yuxiang thought for a moment and said speechlessly, "What I mean is, if your parents belittle your singing, just tell them you have a loyal audience."

Chen Qing felt there was no difference.

He Yuxiang felt there was a huge difference: "He's so cheesy!"

Mao Mao said innocently, "What you said is exactly the same as what I said."

Chen Qing chimed in, "Yeah, yeah."

Xiaoyu also ran over to join in the fun: "What happened? What's wrong?"

He Yuxiang ignored them and went back to continue learning cooking from his uncle.

Xiao Yu asked Mao Mao what was wrong, and after listening, Mao Mao patted his chest and promised, "I will be your loyal listener."

"I knew Xiaoyu, you're the best little sister." Mao Mao became happy, and the moment her smile bloomed, the corners of her eyes curved into a gentle arc.

Chen Qing had a gut feeling that Mao Mao was destined to be a handsome guy in the future!
Western bones, Eastern skin.

The advantages of being mixed-race are already apparent at the age of seven.

When he grew up, it coincided with the booming development of the entertainment industry in Hong Kong. He was handsome, could sing, and had a pleasant voice. Hong Kong was also close by, so he could easily become a singer.

Moreover, he was officially reported for singing at a young age, and they could release some press releases to boast about him as a 'child star'. With that kind of fame, he could find a composer to write some good works, hire a company to manage him, and directly become a veteran in the entertainment industry!
Chen Qing was lost in thought.

The more I think about it, the more beautiful it seems. Even the way I look at Mao Mao is so kind.

Mao Mao felt that her aunt was acting very strangely: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Qing laughed and said, "Nothing much, I just made myself happy."

He Yuxiang, who was carrying the food out, didn't know what to say.

Today, to celebrate Mao Mao finally coming back to stay, He Yuan specially made sweet and sour pork, which is a favorite among children.

Mao Mao ate with great relish, and then chatted with Aunt Xiao Yu while eating heartily.

Chen Qing and Xiao Yu were both talkative, and with the addition of Mao Mao, the three of them couldn't stop chatting during the meal.

He Yuan and He Yuxiang ate their meal in silence.

The uncle and nephew didn't even understand why they couldn't stop laughing because Mao Mao was imitating a stranger's expression.

evening.

Chen Qing and Xiao Yu followed Mao Mao out.

Because Mao Mao promised the elderly folks that he would show them his singing skills that evening.

A group of young people from the neighborhood committee, having heard that the best-singing child would be performing at the alley entrance to celebrate Army Day, also came to wait at the alley entrance.

A crowd of people had gathered under the banyan tree, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and discussing just how beautiful the little boy's singing was, as praised in the newspaper.

Mao Mao's eyes lit up when he saw so many people.

Chen Qing was surprised. "There are so many people."

Many men, women, and children came to the alley. What exactly did Mao Mao say to them?
Mao Mao smiled and waved to everyone: "Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, Brother, Sister, Brother, Sister, Hello, I am Mao Mao."

"Oh, Mao Mao is here! The newspaper said you sing really well, come and let us hear it."

"I've heard people say that he sings so well, it's unforgettable."

"Yes, sing it for us."

……

Everyone looked expectantly at Momo.

Mao Mao wasn't shy around crowds. He took a stool, walked in, stood on it, and became the person surrounded by the crowd.

He looked at his aunt and sister, and seeing them cheering him on, he began to sing confidently, "The East is Red, the sun rises—"

Without accompaniment or any special techniques, he started singing directly, pronouncing every word precisely.

The sound is clean, clear, and bright.

Chen Qing felt as if his soul was being cleansed by listening to it. He was young, but his tone was high, and his clenched fist added to his imposing presence.

She suddenly started wondering if Mao Mao's tendency to sing with others hindered his performance.

The onlookers listened intently to Mao Mao's singing, as if the music had been paused.

In the shadow of the banyan tree's aerial roots, her fluffy platinum-gold curls were gently swayed by the evening breeze, and her blue eyes reflected the last rays of the sunset.

He stood on the stool, relaxed and confident: "The Communist Party faces the sun, and wherever it shines, light follows..."

Some people sang along, and an elderly man who had endured much hardship uttered a hoarse chorus: "He is the great savior of the people..."

After Mao Mao finished singing a song, everyone applauded and said, "Well done!"

"No wonder the newspapers praised him so highly."

"I guarantee you'll be part of the performing arts troupe in the future."

……

Everyone applauded sincerely, and some even shouted for Mao Mao to sing another song, so Mao Mao sang five songs in a row.

It received cheers from the entire neighborhood.