I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

No one could eat in the activity room anymore.

Except for Shen Ling'er.

She put the last wonton into her mouth and looked up at Yang Mi.

"Mother, can we add more vinegar?"

Yang Mi looked at her.

This girl just said "They found the door," and then she can still eat wontons.

She was torn between praising her for being carefree and going home to hang Shen Fei up and interrogate her.

Qin Zheng put the yellow paper back into the evidence bag.

"Ms. Yang, we will handle the follow-up investigation."

Yang Mi nodded.

"Where's the show?"

He Chuan also looked at Qin Zheng.

To be honest, he really wants Qin Zheng to say: "The show is off."

Then everyone went home.

He hosts a parent-child variety show, not a long-running TV series like "The Mystery of the Shen Family".

Qin Zheng glanced at Shen Ling'er.

The little girl was picking out the last bit of chopped green onions from her bowl.

He was silent for two seconds.

"The show can continue."

He Chuan: "?"

director:"!"

Lin Jia: "?"

The live stream chat is still buzzing.

"Continue? Really continue?"

"Captain Qin, are you also curious to see what Shen Ling'er will do next?"

"I understand, the police are also following up."

Qin Zheng added a sentence.

"But all outings of the production team need to be reported in advance."

"We will arrange for someone to accompany us."

"Do not act alone."

He Chuan nodded quickly.

"clear."

Zhao Lei whispered, "That's great, the variety show has been upgraded to a variety show with a formal program."

Bai Sisi pinched him.

Chen Doudou, holding the bowl, slowly moved closer to Shen Ling'er.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"What are you doing now?"

Chen Doudou said earnestly, "I think the feng shui here is good."

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"My dad said, 'Kids shouldn't talk about feng shui.'"

Chen Doudou immediately changed her tune.

"That's safety."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's fine."

Lin Jia opened her mouth, but didn't stop her.

She no longer wants her son to go against Shen Ling'er.

Being able to avoid being disliked by her is already an improvement.

He Chuan coughed and brought the process back on track.

"Dear families, today's career experience has come to an end."

"Due to special circumstances, starting tomorrow, the program team will re-draw the second professional task."

"Everyone, get a good rest tonight."

The comments section immediately perked up.

"Finally back on variety shows."

"I don't believe it. With Shen Ling'er around, any profession can become a criminal investigation."

"Please, show's producers, pick someone normal, like someone who sells milk tea."

"Selling milk tea? She can smell which shop's tapioca pearls are leftover from the previous day."

Yang Mi took Shen Ling'er back to the rented room.

The house wasn't big.

One bedroom and one living room.

The production crew confiscated the cell phones, leaving only the fixed camera and the emergency call button.

After Yang Mi washed Shen Ling'er's face, he carried her to bed.

Shen Ling'er touched the copper coin on her wrist.

"daughter."

"Um?"

Do you miss your father?

Yang Mi stopped moving.

The camera is still there.

She pulled the blanket up a little higher.

"Do you miss him?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"A little."

Yang Mi sat on the edge of the bed.

Why?

Shen Ling'er stared at the ceiling.

"If he were here, those people wouldn't have come looking for me."

Yang Mi's heart tightened.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"They'll get beaten up by their dad."

Yang Mi: "..."

My heartache, which had just begun to rise, was almost interrupted by those words.

She whispered, "Your father doesn't beat people up randomly."

Shen Ling'er blinked.

"Mother, are you sure?"

Yang Mi fell silent.

Not sure.

Shen Fei usually seems lazy.

But if anyone actually runs into her and Ling'er, his eyes will become very flat.

It's shockingly flat.

The next morning.

The program has resumed airing.

Four new lottery boxes were placed in the community activity room.

He Chuan stood in front of the whiteboard, smiling professionally.

"A new day, a new task."

"Today, four families will experience brand-new ordinary professions."

"Please draw lots in turn."

Zhou Chen's family arrived first.

Zhou Xiaoyu drew a card.

"Flower shop helper".

Su Wan smiled.

"This is good."

Zhao Lei rubs his hands together.

"It's our turn."

Zhao Mengmeng drew a card.

"Community hairdressing assistant".

Zhao Lei's face froze.

"I don't think my appearance is suitable for being near scissors."

Bai Sisi looked at him.

"You're suited to be cut."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

Chen Hao's family drew the "car washer" card.

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up.

"Can we play in the water?"

Chen Hao said, "It's a car wash, not you."

In the end, only Yang Mi and Shen Ling'er remained.

He Chuan subconsciously straightened his back.

The live stream was also blocked.

"Here it comes, today's high-risk profession."

"Does the production team dare to select a kindergarten teacher for her?"

"No, the kindergarten teacher will get a lecture from her."

Shen Ling'er reached into the box and pulled out a card.

She glanced at it.

Then it was handed to Yang Mi.

Yang Mi lowered his head.

The smile on his face vanished.

He Chuan leaned closer.

It stopped too.

The card had four characters written on it.

Funeral band.

There is also smaller print below.

Suona apprentice.

The activity room fell silent.

Zhao Lei slowly sat up straight.

"Production team, are you really not afraid?"

The barrage of comments exploded first.

"???"

"A family-friendly reality show is giving away a funeral band?"

"Is it appropriate to have Yang Mi and a five-year-old girl play the suona?"

"This is so unlucky."

"It's not bad luck, it's disrespectful, isn't it? This kind of work is usually done by experienced craftsmen."

Lin Jia frowned.

"Teacher He, is this task inappropriate?"

This time, she wasn't provoking anyone.

I genuinely feel it's inappropriate.

Chen Hao also asked, "Isn't it too heavy a burden for children to be involved in the funeral industry?"

He Chuan looked towards the director.

The director was also a bit confused.

This profession was originally intended for adults to experience the folk industry.

Who knew that Shen Ling'er would pick it?

He Chuan quickly explained.

"Please don't misunderstand, today is just a trip to a folk band to learn traditional instrumental music, and the children will not participate in the formal funeral."

"The production team has reviewed the program."

"We also respect local customs."

The comments section wasn't buying it.

"A suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) is fine, but a funeral band won't do."

"It's really weird that the little girl is blowing this."

"Let's choose another one."

Yang Mi also looked down at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er, if you don't want to go, we can talk to the production team."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Why not go?"

Yang Mi was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the card.

"The suona doesn't bite."

Zhao Lei whispered, "But when it rings, people might think I've left."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"If you really leave, I'll tell you."

Zhao Lei immediately sat up straight.

"Thank you, but no need. I want to live a few more years."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

He Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The child's single sentence brought the atmosphere to life.

Lin Jia still hesitated.

"Ling'er, do you know what a suona is for?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Know."

Lin Jia asked, "Aren't you scared?"

Shen Ling'er countered, "Why are you afraid?"

"Dead people don't make noise."

The activity room fell silent again.

Yang closed his eyes briefly.

She knew it.

This girl never gives a conventional answer.

Chen Doudou asked softly, "What about the noise from the living people?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"So you should talk less."

Chen Doudou immediately covered her mouth.

He Chuan quickly pushed forward the process.

"Since Ling'er is willing to try, let's go and learn something first."

"To reiterate, this is just a traditional folk music experience."

Half an hour later.

The program crew's convoy arrived at an old street on the outskirts of the city.

There's a small courtyard at the end of the street.

A wooden sign hangs at the entrance.

"Wu Family Folk Music Troupe".

Several elderly people were sitting in the courtyard.

Some were wiping gongs.

Some tune the drums.

The old man in the very center was wearing black cloth shoes and holding a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument).

His surname is Wu.

Everyone calls him Old Wu.

When Mr. Wu saw the camera, his brows furrowed.

Upon seeing Yang Mi and Shen Ling'er again, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Who sent the little girl?"

He Chuan quickly stepped forward.

"Mr. Wu, the production team communicated with us beforehand; today is just a learning experience."

Old Wu put down the suona.

"The experience is good."

"But there are rules in this industry."

"It's not something that just anyone can do by picking it up and blowing on it a couple of times."

He looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Especially dolls."

"If you don't speak with respect, you'll only exaggerate and leave a bad impression."

The comments section started flooded with messages.

"The old man is right."

"That's what a master craftsman is like."

"Is Shen Ling'er going to talk about my father again?"

really.

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"My dad said that the cleanliness of one's voice doesn't depend on age."

Old Wu raised his eyelids.

"Then what are you looking at?"

Shen Ling'er said, "It depends on whether I give it away or not."

Several elderly people in the courtyard stopped what they were doing.

Old Wu's gaze towards her changed.

"Does your dad know anything about this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He doesn't play well."

Yang Mi almost choked.

If Shen Fei heard this, he would probably pretend he didn't hear it on the spot.

Old Wu sneered.

"If I can't play it well, why would I dare teach you?"

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "He said he wasn't good at playing the flute because there weren't many people worth sending gifts to."

The courtyard fell silent.

Old Wu's face darkened.

"Quite the boast."

"Do you know what the highest price you can give as a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) as a gift?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"A Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix".

Old Wu stopped smoking his pipe.

Several elderly people looked up at the same time.

He Chuan looked completely bewildered.

What's wrong with "All Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix"?

Mr. Wu did not answer.

An old man playing a drum nearby whispered, "The highest honors for the deceased."

"It's not something you can hire just because you have money."

"It's not something you can just play just because you know how to play the suona."

"In the past, there were no more than three people in the surrounding area who could play the entire tune."

"Now, basically no one dares to boast anymore."

The barrage of comments instantly became engaging.

"Holy crap, here comes the important information."

I've heard of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix," but it's incredibly difficult to understand.

Old Wu stared at Shen Ling'er.

"Have you heard of it?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Dad played half of it."

Old Wu asked, "Why did you only play half of it?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"He said you can't just blow your own horn in the second half."

Old Wu's expression changed completely.

This is something laymen wouldn't understand.

Those in the know understand.

"A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" is not a piece for showing off technical skills.

It's about giving.

The first half features the chirping of hundreds of birds.

The second half begins with the phoenix rising.

The send-off wasn't a lively affair.

This is the final journey.

Old Wu got up and took an old suona from the wall.

The suona pole is dark, and there are wear marks on the edge of the copper bowl.

"baby."

"If you really understand, then blow an opening note."

Yang Mi immediately said, "Old Wu, she's still young."

Old Wu waved his hand.

"It's not a test for her."

"It depends on whether her father's words have any basis."

Shen Ling'er reached out and took the suona.

She didn't rush to blow it.

I looked at the film first.

Then I pressed it with my fingertips.

"The whistle is getting old."

Old Wu's eyes narrowed.

"Can you still blow it?"

Shen Ling'er said, "Yes."

She lifted the suona up.

The courtyard fell silent.

The camera moves forward.

The number of viewers in the live stream began to surge.

Qin Zheng sat in a black car not far away, watching a live stream on his tablet.

A nearby police officer asked, "Captain Qin, aren't we here to provide protection?"

Qin Zheng didn't look up.

"Um."

The police officer looked at the screen.

"Then why did you take a liking to it?"

Qin Zheng said, "Observe."

Police officer: "..."

Your observation is so insightful, you can almost understand it from the comments.

In the small courtyard.

Shen Ling'er took a breath.

The sound of suona horns arose.

Only one sound.

It was as if the wind in the courtyard had been suppressed.

short.

Bright.

stable.

The pipe in Old Wu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

The old man who was beating the drum suddenly stood up.

He Chuan wouldn't listen.

But he could read the old man's expression.

I can't understand the comments either.

But netizens will judge by appearance.

"???"

"Why does Old Wu have that expression?"

"Is that a big deal?"

"My grandfather overheard this and suddenly stood up. He said this is not something a child can produce."

Shen Ling'er put down the suona.

"May I?"

Old Wu did not speak.

He walked up to Shen Ling'er and squatted down.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"What's your father's name?"

Yang Mi's heart tightened.

Again.

Shen Ling'er looked at Old Wu.

"My mother doesn't allow me to talk nonsense."

Old Wu looked at Yang Mi.

"Miss Yang, I don't ask about your identity."

"I only have one question."

"Is his surname Shen?"

Yang Mi did not answer.

Shen Ling'er tilted her head.

How did you know?

Old Wu slowly exhaled.

He looked at the old suona.

"Twenty years ago, a young man came here."

"He only blew it once."

"After hearing this, my master locked the door for three days."

"Later he said—"

Old Wu stopped.

Everyone in the courtyard was watching him.

The comments section went completely crazy.

"It's here! We've got a lead on Shenyang Aircraft Corporation!"

"Twenty years ago? Shen Fei came here?"

"Don't let it break, old man!"

Old Wu looked at Shen Ling'er and spoke each word carefully.

He said that person wasn't there to learn the suona.

"I'm here to see someone off."

For the first time, Shen Ling'er didn't respond.

Just then.

Suddenly, the sound of a gong came from the end of the old street.

urgent.

chaos.

A middle-aged man ran into the yard, his face pale.

"Old Wu!"

"Something's happened!"

"Old Master Chen from East Street just passed away, and his family insists on ordering 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'."

"They said money wasn't an issue."

Old Wu's face darkened.

"Nonsense!"

"No one's playing that tune!"

.......