On the side of Philip, Linsen came with the little guy's singing. He looked at the phone and microphone on the table being picked up, so he waited until Philip finished singing and asked casually: "Who is Philip talking to?"

"Uncle." The child just sang too focused. No one stopped a short nursery rhyme and sang it several times.

"Uncle?" Linsin noticed the adjective of Philip, "Which uncle?"

Philip shook his head, "Uncle I don't know, uncle said the phone call was wrong."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sinian walked to the phone, reached out to grab the phone receiver, and then "heat". After waiting for a while, he saw that there was no movement on the other side, he hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, Lin Sinian turned his gaze to Philip.

After this phone call, Lin Sinian felt that he had some omissions in his safety education for the little guy. So he held the child's hand and placed him on the small stool again. Then he stood in front of the small stool and said in a serious tone: "Can children talk to strangers at will?"

Philip shook his head, "No."

"Then why did Philip and Philip talk to strangers just now and sing?"

Philip couldn't help but want to defend himself, "Because it's not counting. The uncle who made the wrong call was very sad. Philip sang and coaxed him." As he spoke, his big eyes looked at his father, and there was total innocence inside.

Lin Sinian was unmoved, "Will Philip still listen to what his father said?"

"Listen." The little guy nodded obediently without thinking.

This attitude was still very correct. Lin Sinian nodded, "The father said, "Father, you can't talk to strangers casually in the future, nor can you do it when you call. If Philip did not know the person on the phone, he would just ask his father or other adults to answer the phone. Philip could not chat with him, nor could he sing!"

The awareness of prevention that should be taken must be kept in mind by the little guy.

The little guy asked: "Because Philip is a child?"

Lin Sinian: "That's right."

"Okay, Philip knows." Although Philip is already a big baby, he is still a child. So his father's words must be for Philip, so the little guy didn't mean to resist.

After the little guy agreed, he reached out to Lin Sinian again: "Dad hug me."

Lin Sinian's serious expression that had been forced to hold on suddenly froze and instantly became disastrous. After finally confirming that Philip had really heard of it, he could only helplessly reach out and hug him, then clicked Philip's little nose and said, "A spoiled bag."

Philip was picked up and shook his feet. Because there was no follow-up, he quickly threw the matter of answering the phone today.

But for Wenqu, this is destined to be a day of ups and downs.

The next morning, he woke up in the hospital. When he opened his eyes, he smelled the white walls of the hospital and the stinky water at the tip of his nose. The feeling of time and space was almost made Wenqu think that he was dreaming, and he should have sleeped on the balcony.

He still remembered that the children on the other side of the phone were very sweet and the stars in the sky were very beautiful.

Why did you run to the hospital as soon as you open your eyes?

Seeing Wen Qu woke up, his friend, Daming Liang Hua, who had been guarding him for several hours, quickly came over and helped him up.

After confirming that Wenqu’s mental and physical condition was OK, he couldn’t help but complain: “Great artist, do you know that you are on the hot search?”

It is the time of winter and spring. Although the temperature at night is not as cold as the Chinese New Year, I can't stand it even if I lay on the cold balcony like Wenqu and blew the cold wind all night.

Wenqu was discovered by a cleaner who came up to clean at five or six in the morning. The cleaner wanted to wake up Wenqu, but found that he couldn't wake up and was still so hot that he was so hot that he quickly asked someone to come up and carry Wenqu downstairs, covered him with a quilt, and then called an ambulance.

There were so many people and mixed hands that someone soon recognized Wenqu. And that person was still a music fan of Wenqu.

Wenqu became popular now, and it took less than an hour from being discovered to being a hot search.

As a friend of Wenqu, Liang Hua only found out where Wenqu was after seeing the hot searches. He quickly drove the car and rushed to the hospital where Wenqu was taken to.

Liang Hua's eyes were a little complicated, "How long have you been asleep? Do you know what the doctor said after you arrived at the hospital?"

After examining Wenqu, the doctor told Liang Hua that although Wenqu was having a fever, the temperature of the fever was not enough to make Wenqu faint and unable to wake him up. The most fundamental reason was that Wenqu himself was too tired. Or to put it another way: Wenqu was not in a coma at all. The reason why others couldn't wake him up was because he slept too heavily, so people thought he was fainting because he had a fever.

[The famous musician Wenqu stayed overnight on the balcony of the hotel. He was rushed to the hospital due to the low temperature at night and was in a fever and coma.]

Liang Hua read Wenqu word by word, saying the most viewed news on the Internet, and ended up saying: "You can become a hot search in this way. You are the number one person in the entertainment and music industry. Can I interview you what you think?"

Wenqu didn’t have any thoughts. He was already embarrassed yesterday. "I don’t have any thoughts, I’ll give me my phone."

Wen Qu was still thinking about what happened last night and reached out to Liang Hua for his cell phone.

Liang Hua curled his lips a little boredly, took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it at Wenqu. Then he was shocked by Wenqu's big move to pick up his cell phone.

"What are you doing with a stinky dog?!"

"I'll go! Are you as for it? What baby is there on your phone? You're so nervous. When can you take your baby like your phone, I'm relieved." Liang Hua quickly helped Wenqu, who almost flipped off the bed.

After Wenqu sat down, he turned on his phone and looked for the closest call record. He was relieved only after he made sure he had a recording.

"Do you have headphones?" Wen Qu looked at Liang Hua.

Liang Hua: "I am so anxious that I can bring people to you."

That's nothing.

Wen Qu glanced at his friend and finally thought it was more important to confirm the integrity of the recording, so he stopped caring about Liang Hua, but clicked on the recording and listened to it.

However, out of the idea of ​​not wanting to be embarrassed again, Wenqu chose to pull the progress bar to about three-fifths.

‘Then listen?’ Wenqu just got the right time, and just pulled the previous sentence of Philip singing.

Next, the child's song, which was out of tune, was cute and cute, sounded again.

‘Little swallow, wear flower clothes~ every spring…’

After listening to it and confirming that the recording was not missing, Wenqu transferred the recording to his email address.

Liang Hua followed Wen Qu and listened to the whole process, "Did you go out of tune?" He and Wen Qu are friends who play music. Although they are not professional, they still have the ability to appreciate. However, Wen Qu's voice was not loud, so he couldn't hear it clearly.

"Although it's out of tune, it's not obvious. The child sang very confidently. He should be very young at the age of listening to his voice, and he is quite cute." Liang Hua added.

When talking to Wenqu next, Liang Hua rarely investigated why Wenqu suddenly ran to the hotel balcony to drink, and also played with performance art.

This is a rare moment of consideration for Liang Hua.

I was chatting all the time, but I wonder if the melody of this nursery rhyme was so catchy. Although I was talking to Wenqu, Liang Hua was still involuntarily savoring the song "Little Swallow" over and over again in his heart.

It would be better to say how good the children in the recording sing, but there was a magic that made people want to beat the beats with his little hands, shake their heads and sing a song, as if they were sublimated.

There is a kind of childishness and joy to return to childhood.

Liang Hua suddenly changed the topic: "This child is amazing. According to the words of your fans who praise you, it is: there is a soul in this song! And the quality of the soul of this child is not very good."

Wen Qu nodded in agreement with Liang Hua's statement. Although he played music, he was not a simple school of techniques. Music lies in emotions and can only be invincible if it moves people with emotions.

This love does not only refer to love, but more of an experience and an insight.

There is a kind of person who is born to express this emotion and make everyone feel what he feels. This is a kind of talent, a kind of talent that others cannot envy. Just like the child yesterday.

There is another type of person who is not mediocre, but is a little worse than a genius. This little bit often requires hundreds of times of effort to make up for it.

Just like his song "Eternal Night", which is known as the pinnacle of the hypnosis world and the best partner before bedtime, isn't it also a masterpiece in the room where he was not insomnia, and he forced himself to sleep for three days before he fell asleep?

Wen Qu felt that he was also moved by emotions, and he made hard work, and was so successful that he was not guilty.

This method is a bit of a problem for the author. He had previously suspected that his insomnia would be nauseous when he was young and frivolous. For this reason, he even went to see a doctor.

Liang Hua brought his big head over, looked flattering, and discussed with Wen Qu, "Just let me copy the music you just played?"

Wen Qu shook his head, "I don't actually know this child either. I just met him by chance when I made the wrong call yesterday. Without the consent of the little guy's parents, I cannot make any spread of the recording."

Yesterday, a child sang for him to coax him, but today he posted the recordings of the child everywhere. This behavior is not advisable.

"Sorry, for the above reasons, I can only enjoy this recording myself at the moment."

Liang Hua: Listen, listen, is this human word? "If you don't listen, you won't listen. Who cares?" Liang Hua said hard as if he was not concerned.

After more than two hours of sitting up, Wenqu was still feverish and felt a little tired again. He put on a stance to see off the guests and drove Liang Hua out of the ward.

After Liang Hua left, Wenqu tidied up the pillow and the quilt on his body, then folded his hands on his abdomen, and lying flat and closed his eyes in a very upright position.

Half an hour later, Wenqu opened his eyes.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work? Although his body was very tired and had a very surging sleepiness. But after closing his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Wenqu seemed to be ready, so he took out his cell phone from under the pillow, then turned on the recording, and placed the cell phone on the pillow.

Close your eyes.

Ten minutes later, accompanied by the sounds of little swallows wearing flower clothes and the rhythmic clapping of the children's palms, Wenqu once again felt the feeling when he was on the balcony.

The feeling that when he grabbed it, he even got up and walked downstairs to drive a room downstairs and didn't dare to sleep, for fear of being scared to leave.

The thick black fog that was almost turned into substance was temporarily dispelled by Philip's singing. The black fog that was originally unscrupulous and spreading wantonly seemed to have encountered a natural enemy.
Chapter completed!