I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 388

Song Yan's first love.
Song Yan's various firsts.
All hers!

Su Shao felt as if she had obtained the whole world, "Baby."

This title made Song Yan's eyelids twitch.

The soft and grinding voice continued to call him, "Baby Song"

The little girl lay in his arms, tilted her head up, and looked at him softly with dark eyes, as if she could keep shouting if he didn't agree.

"Ah."

"Baby Song!"

"I'm here."

"Baby Song! Baby Song!"

Song Yan sighed with a smile, bowed his head, and walked towards those ruddy lips.

Very light, very shallow.

But very sweet!

"Can you shut your mouth obediently?" The man's gentle voice entered Su Shao's ears.

Su Shao licked her lower lip contentedly, then stretched out her hand to zip up her mouth.

She reluctantly withdrew from his arms, turned around and took two steps, then ran back with a jump, and slapped that fair and handsome face suddenly.

"I can't help it! You are so delicious today, like apple pie on Christmas Eve!" Su Shao looked at Song Yan aggrievedly, "That's right! Today is my grandma's birthday, and I agreed last time at Chengjiayuan Xu's class is going to fight today."

"Song Yan, it's been a long time since I've appeared on stage in Tsing Yi."

Song Yan, "I know."

"Aren't you afraid that I will fail?" Su Shao asked.

"Children with talent won't sing badly." Song Yan looked at those restless eyes and gave him great trust. "Besides, children who have opera in their hearts will not let themselves sing badly."

Correct!
Su Shao didn't allow himself to sing bad songs.

She is the kind of stubborn temper that if you don't do it, you don't do it, and if you do it, you must do your best.

The last time she was able to agree to the Xu family's fight, it wasn't for a moment of pleasure and to be a hero, but because she had really planned for this day for a long time.

Maybe at the beginning, she didn't like Beijing opera, and she didn't like clichéd traditional culture.But when she really learned it and understood it, she couldn't bear it anymore when she saw that this skill was about to disappear.

Shoulder the inheritance, seek to share the glory with the sun and the moon, live up to the foundation of the ancestors, and live up to the youth of learning and art.

"Brother, don't you want to hear me sing?"

"Sing it to you tonight, okay?"

Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan was very busy today, almost everywhere he could be seen busy, all eager to make arrangements for the [-]th birthday of the old lady of the Qiao family.

Qiao Fen and her husband are both surnamed Qiao, and they have been in love for half their lives.

Not long after Su Shao was born, the old man of the Qiao family passed away. The old man of the Qiao family was originally called Qiao Yuan.

In order to miss her husband, Qiao Fen changed the name of their former residence, which is now Qiao Yuan.

The Qiao family has a pivotal position in Mausoleum, especially in the literary and artistic circles, no one knows it.

The old lady had a big birthday, and almost half of the literary and art circles in Lingcheng came to celebrate.

Su Shao sat in Qiao Yuan's dressing room.

Four or five makeup and stylists have just finished tidying up for Wen Hailin.

"Yao Yao, hurry up and take a look at the clothes I ordered for you. Made by the old embroidery shop, the patterns and colors are not so good."

Su Shao shook her head, "No need for aunt, I have my own clothes."

Wen Hailin, "What clothes do you bring? Today is your grandma's birthday, so you should dress properly. Don't imitate your sister's nondescript dress!"

After speaking, she walked to the clothes rack beside her and took a black dust tape.

"Look at the clothes I ordered for you. They definitely look very beautiful." Wen Hailin opened the dust belt, and inside was a long cheongsam with exquisite workmanship and bright colors like emeralds.

The satin silk material, the color of peacock emerald, the style is slim and elegant but also reveals a new idea.

The hollow water drop design on the neckline sets off the cheongsam without the old and lifeless feeling, on the contrary, it shows the charm and laziness of women everywhere.

On the cheongsam, there are dots of bright yellow and pink peony flowers.

The flower branches are as soft as cotton, like satin, but more lively and interesting than satin.

Surprise flashed across Su Shao's eyes, "Thank you, auntie, I like it very much."

"But today I'm going to wear the theater gown first, and then the cheongsam."

(End of this chapter)