CH 25.2

At the end of the gap, Si Tian had already pressed the play button. Ji Zhile’s immature voice sounded in the room. Ji Zhile’s ears turned red immediately. He held his father’s hand and urged: “Delete it.”

Ji Jiangzhou frowned.

Si Tian smiled happily and asked him, “Does it sound good to you?”

Ji Zhile raised his head and looked at him pitifully and full of expectation. Ji Jiangzhou did not cultivate the kind of kindergarten teacher’s ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, but he did not want to hit his youngest son too much, so he could only say: “It’s okay.”

Si Tian shook her head: “No, you should let Ji Zhile realize his own shortcomings.”

“It’s not good, Ji Zhile. Don’t take the road of music in the future.”

Ji Zhile’s eyes widened. Although he still did not quite understand the specific meaning of the last sentence of his mother, he understood the first half of the sentence.

Mom actually thinks he sings badly!

Mom also recorded the song he sang and gave it back to her father, smiling so happily.

In an instant, Ji Zhile understood everything. His mother was laughing at him!

Mom actually laughed at him!

Ji Zhile got angry, pushed her father away, and growled angrily at his mother: “You are a villain!”

Si Tian could not help laughing again. She felt that Ji Zhile’s cursing was really childish.

Ji Zhile could not believe it, she could still laugh. He was so sad. He clenched his fists and rushed out of the room. He ran back to his room and locked the door, the first thing he did was look for the notebook.

He wants to write it all down!

The youngest son ran away crying. Ji Jiangzhou rubbed the center of his brows. Seeing Si Tian still smiling happily, he could not help but say, “Don’t make fun of Zhile, he’s still very young.”

Si Tian disagreed: “Then you should let him know himself correctly.”

The teacher praised her in kindergarten and his father praised her at home. This has caused Ji Zhile to misunderstand himself. It is better to be ashamed at home than outside.

Ji Jiangzhou did not speak.

Si Tian thinks that he is quite used to children. No wonder Ji Zhile is such a bear, it must be due to this father.

“You said just now that Ji Zhile sings well.” Si Tian said, “Could it be the same with your singing?”

Si Tian has read a lot of books and she hasn’t seen any article in which the boss is incomplete in singing. All of them are comparable to singers when they sing.

Ji Jiangzhou asked without answering, “What do you think?”

Si Tian felt that she was the truth.

“Mr. Ji, this is the power of heredity.” Si Tian tried hard to comfort him, “But I don’t mind if you sing badly.”

Just thinking of the song Ji Zhile sang just now, Si Tian could not help laughing again.

This song is really very popular among children’s groups, Ji Zhile sang it so intoxicatingly, and the melody is so catchy. Si Tian could not help humming twice.

Then, a chuckle was heard.

Si Tian woke up, immediately stopped humming unconsciously, and looked at Ji Jiangzhou.

Under the light, Ji Jiangzhou’s brows and eyes softened a little, without the sharpness he had when he first met. He said, “Si Tian, ​​do you need me to record your song for you and then compare it with Zhile’s? In this way, we will know to whom Zhile is inherited.”

Si Tian: …

Ji Jiangzhou: “You can also correctly recognize yourself.”

Si Tian forced a smile on her stiff expression: “Haha, I see.”

She had recognized herself correctly a long time ago, so she never sang in front of people. She just could not hold back just now!

She laughed so happily and unilaterally crushed Ji Zhile again. She was so rampant that she even forgot that she was the real tone-deaf person.

“I’m going to bed.”

Si Tian walked out of Ji Jiangzhou’s room holding her mobile phone, took a deep breath at the door of the room, and barely suppressed the resentment in her heart. But in the end, she could not manage her emotions well and cursed in a low voice.

Of course, it’s definitely not Ji Zhile’s kind of pediatrics.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you?” The childish voice sounded in front of her with concern.

Si Tian raised her eyes and saw Ji Ningyi.

“Zhile seemed to be crying just now.” Ji Ningyi glanced at his younger brother’s room.

Si Tian said, “Let him cry.”

Ji Ningyi found out that when his mother had changed, his mother was afraid of Zhile crying, especially when his father was at home.

“Is Ningyi going to sleep? Let me tell you a story tonight.” Si Tian said.

Just now, she went to coax Ji Zhile to sleep. Although the ending was not very good, the process was enough. If there is something for the little cub, the big cub should have it too. Si Tian is committed to being a Master of Duan Shui1.

Ji Ningyi hesitated for a moment and asked, “Do you want to see Zhile, Mom?”

“No need.” Si Tian is very experienced in this matter. When a child cries, comforting him will only make him cry harder and he will be fine afterward. About the fact that singing is not good, let Ji Zhile digest it himself. Even if she goes to see it, it is useless.

Ji Ningyi said “Oh” and pushed open the door of his room. Si Tian looked at some books on his desk and asked, “Ningyi, which books have you not read?”

Ji Ningyi said, “It’s all over.”

Si Tian glanced at these books and felt that Ji Ningyi was a good candidate for a top student: “Then what story do you want to hear?”

Ji Ningyi took out a copy of “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” from it and handed it to Si Tian: “The stories here are fine.”

Si Tian said yes and opened it casually. There were signs that he had seen because Ji Ningyi put pinyin on some difficult words.

Ji Ningyi is much easier to serve than Ji Zhile. Ji Zhile doesn’t listen to what he doesn’t listen to.

“Five beans in one pod, okay?”

“Yes, Mom.”

Si Tian’s voice became a little sweet after lowering and softening. There was no tone incomplete when singing, but after reading a story, Ji Ningyi did not fall asleep.

“Is Mom unhappy?” He found that his mother was a little absent-minded just now.

Si Tian said: “I’m not unhappy. I was thinking about Ji Zhile’s singing just now…”

“Mom, I can sing too.” Ji Ningyi said.

Si Tian became interested: “Then you want to try?”

Ji Ningyi was a little shy, pinched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, cleared his throat, and sang a nursery rhyme.

Compared with Ji Zhile’s pentatonic insufficiency, Ji Ningyi was completely in tune. It sounded so nice that Si Tian was shocked.

When the last tone fell, Ji Ningyi pinched his fingers even tighter and asked her nervously, “Isn’t it nice?”

“Of course not!” Si Tian gave Ji Ningyi a big hug, wishing to use the best words to praise her, “It sounds so good!”

Why is Ji Zhile, who can’t sing well, so confident, but Ji Ningyi, who sings well, belittles himself? Are these really two brothers?

Si Tian said: “It sounds very nice, Ningyi is really amazing.”

How could she, a person with tone deafness, have such a powerful son?

Ji Ningyi blushed even more when she praised her and said, “Grandma said, I inherited it from Dad.”

Si Tian: …

Si Tian was silent.

Therefore, Ji Jiangzhou’s singing is also nice.