Another World Under My Pen

After the hangover, Sun Peng had a bad appetite, so after a few mouthfuls of white porridge absently, he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"I have no appetite, I can't eat it anymore."

Perceiving Zheng Jia's probing eyes, Sun Peng said helplessly.

"Then don't eat, lunch will be left for more than an hour anyway."

With a clear look, Zheng Jia didn't say much, turning to concentrate on painting with Yaoyao.

Today is Saturday, she doesn't need to go to work, and her daughter doesn't need to go to kindergarten, officially the best parent-child time. But as soon as he lowered his head and drew a few strokes, Zheng Jia suddenly raised his head again and said, "By the way, I promised my child to accompany her to a nearby playground in the afternoon. You will have a good day at home today."

"……it is good."

Looking at Sun Wenyao, who was painting by himself without even looking at him, Sun Peng was a little embarrassed.

In fact, he really didn't want to be at home, but wanted to go to the amusement park with his daughter for a day, but Sun Peng also knew that the crowded place was not suitable for him. In case it is a trouble if it is recognized by others, it doesn't matter if you trouble yourself. The point is that the wife and children are troublesome too, that is a big problem.

So if he wants to go there, either it is the kind of very high-end place, even if he is recognized the most, it is a little more troublesome, or he can only go abroad.

Although Laobai's reputation abroad is equally great, few people can recognize him.

These thoughts turned a few times in his mind, and Sun Peng got up and sat beside Yaoyao: "Baby, what are you painting? Dad can paint with you, OK?"

"Rabbit, I'm drawing a little rabbit!"

Looking up at Sun Peng, Sun Wenyao's big dripping eyes were full of doubts: "Dad, can you paint?"

"Puff!"

In the voice that Zheng Jia couldn't help laughing, Sun Peng rolled his sleeves, pretending to be dissatisfied, and said, "Of course Dad will paint, and he paints well, believe it or not?"

"Do not believe!"

"Oh, you little girl..."

"You haven't accompany your child to paint, how does she know if you can paint?"

"Uh……"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Zheng Jia's words, Sun Peng twitched his mouth and smiled a little embarrassingly. But then, he picked up a pen from the side and coaxed his daughter: "Baby, Dad is a professional painter! Today Dad will teach you how to draw a little rabbit..."

Can someone who has a background in animation know how to draw?

Children are not long, but if it is something they are interested in, they can play for a long time without getting tired.

Sun Wenyao likes to paint. Although Sun Peng couldn't tell whether she was talented or not, but at least after lunch, the child pestered her to continue painting together. He was obviously very interested in this matter. It's a pity that even if Sun Peng is happy to accompany the child, but Zheng Jia casually said whether he should go to the playground, the little girl immediately defected and followed her mother out...

Sorrowfully, he returned to his study, and only then did Sun Peng turn on the computer.

When turning on the phone, Sun Peng glanced at Ma Boyuan's Weibo with his mobile phone, and there was nothing quietly. He was not surprised either. After all, unlike Sun Peng, Lao Ma was really low-key, and would not use Lao Bai to write songs for himself as a gimmick for publicity. Ye Xing was similar to him. On Weibo, he only said that he had a meal with Lao Bai Laoma, and it was over with just a few words.

However, the content on Lang Chen's Weibo is much richer.

There are a few group photos of everyone together, as well as a single photo of himself, and of course there is a sentence: "I heard eight new songs by Teacher Lao Bai in one night. Today is really my super lucky day! Looking forward to Teacher Ma's new The album, I really can’t wait...

When he saw this, Sun Peng was no longer interested in looking back, nor was he interested in reading the Weibo of the two female stars, but sat in a chair and began to daze in a daze.

Eight songs?

Did I really sing eight songs last night? No impression for Mao?

Sun Peng knew that he liked to talk after drinking too much, and he couldn't remember what he had said when he woke up, but this time he was singing? And sang eight songs in one go? !

The question is, besides the two "Friends", what else did I sing?

After staring at the screen of the phone, Sun Peng picked up the phone and dialed Ma Boyuan's number. No one answered for a long time, so Sun Peng quickly dialed Lang Chen's cell phone: "Little Wolf, did you have the video you recorded last night?"

"Of course there is, the full version!"

"Quickly, send me a copy!"

"Uh... I'm at the airport now, and I'm going to participate in a variety show tomorrow. This is about to board the plane!"

"The video is stored on the mobile phone, so just send it over! The mobile phone network is so fast these days, what are you afraid of... Hurry up!"

"……Fine!"

A few minutes later, the video taken by Lang Chen last night was sent to Sun Peng.

But not one paragraph, but two paragraphs!

Feeling a little nervous and opened the first video, Sun Peng didn't fast forward, so he admired his "heroic posture" last night-after a while, he almost covered his face!

Damn, it's shameful!

My face flushed on the phone screen, holding the guitar and singing while playing, even closing his eyes, it looked like a feeling of forgetfulness. It's just that no matter the guitar sound or the singer, ordinary people don't think it at first glance, but the insider knows it: it's desperate to run out of tune!

Sun Peng shook his head helplessly with a slap on his forehead.

Although he has moved so many songs and soundtracks over the years, and after earnestly studying and pondering, Sun Peng's own music level has greatly improved. Coupled with the foundation of this world's original body, he can barely be considered a small strength. But compared with those professionals who have played music for a lifetime, Sun Peng's level is really not worth mentioning.

You can see this by looking at Ma Boyuan's expression beside him.

"Fortunately, I am not a singer either."

After shook his head, Sun Peng cheered up and began to listen to the songs in the video earnestly.

"These years, alone..."

Well, this is Zhou Huajian's "Friends". Sun Peng was very impressed. It was also the one he wanted to give Ma Boyuan as one of the albums.

"The stars are flowing, and you are on the same road..."

This is the old antique version of "Friends", one of Tan's classic works, is the second "Friends" sung by Sun Peng after sing the previous song "Friends".

and then?

The video lasted for another minute, and it was the exclamation and applause of Ye Xing, Ma Boyuan and the others, as well as the sound of Lang Chen whistling hard. It was a lot of excitement.

Then, there was a black screen.

Sun Peng was not in a hurry, and soon opened the second video. He remembered the previous paragraph clearly, so he didn't drink too much at that time, but the next six songs didn't make much impression, indicating that it must not be sung right away, but only after drinking for a while. .

Sure enough, after the second video was clicked, Sun Peng soon wanted to cover his face again.

In the video, he stood beside the table with a big horse, and then raised one foot on the chair, just playing and singing! And when he heard the song he sang, Sun Peng closed his eyes: "Oh, this is a complete exposure of his age..."

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