"Daba, dad, where did you get these fruits back? Although they are delicious, some are so sour!!"

I was very happy to eat Longyan, but as soon as I ate Yangmei Nini, the little girl, immediately frowned, and showed a toothache expression on her face to ask Han Qingjun where she got this thing back.

Hearing Nini's words, Han Qingjun reached out to take out the bayberry in her mouth, and then changed her to a longan meat and said to her with a smile, "That's the bayberry must be sour. Daddy brought that back, and was planning to buy some white wine tomorrow to make bayberry wine for your mother to drink. Come and eat longan, this one is not sour."

"Dad, don't drink, okay? It's so scary when you drink. Nini is very afraid of drinking, because drinking cakes will scold Nini." When she heard Han Qingjun say she wanted to buy wine, the little girl Nini immediately looked at him nervously and asked with a pitiful expression whether he could not drink.

Hearing Nini's words, looking at Nini's nervous expression, Han Qingjun immediately smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, Dad promised you that you won't drink anymore. The bayberry wine will be ready, and Dad will only give it to your mother. Dad won't drink it himself. In this way, if you are satisfied, you will not have my little princess??"

"Hehe, daddy is the best. Nini loves daddy very much, hehehe..." After hearing Han Qingjun's promise not to drink, Nini immediately got into Han Qingjun's arms and stayed in his arms and happily became coquettish to him.

Hearing Nini's coquettishness and seeing that the fruit was almost eaten, Han Qingjun hugged her and stood up and said, "You are a good father, right? Okay, you wait and play with your mother, how about dad making a rocking chair for you?"

"I don't want it. I'm going to sit and watch the dad make a rocking chair for me. I like watching the dad make things the most, hehe." After hearing Han Qingjun say that he was going to work and wanted to play with his mother by himself, Nini immediately shook her head and said that she would not play with Meng Xiaoqiao, but would stay here to watch Han Qingjun do things.

Hearing Nini's words, Meng Xiaoqiao, who was eating longans, immediately replied to her unhappyly; "You don't want to play with your mother, and you don't want to play with you. Mom will record a video for your father to make money later. After making money, you can buy a lot of delicious and delicious food. I won't give it to you at that time..."

"I won't eat yours. You go and soak my Nono. You have to slowly record your video. After drinking it, I can sit here to watch my dad do things, and you don't have to play with you..." Faced with Meng Xiaoqiao's rebuttal, Nini told her with a serious look, "You go and soak my milk powder, and then you can do whatever you like."

Hearing Nini's words, Meng Xiaoqiao pursed her in contempt, then turned around and went into the kitchen to make a bottle of milk powder for Nini. Then she took out her cell phone from the side and started recording Han Qingjun's work and rocking chair.

Before Han Qingjun worked, he still used the same rules to draw the rocking chair on the ground with branches or something. After drawing the design drawing of the rocking chair, Han Qingjun drew another picture of the rocking chair being dismantled into scattered accessories.

After drawing these pictures, Han Qingjun began to take out tools from the house and began to attack the fir tree he carried back.

Maybe he thought the sound of dingdangdang was too loud. After Han Qingjun looked at Meng Xiaoqiao who was recording a video with his mobile phone, he suddenly knocked the sound of dingdangdang to produce very rhythmic music. Han Qingjun was still singing for the first time at this time;

".........A flower blooms and a flower will be destroyed. You are the only one who loves the flowers all over the mountain......"

"......... Wait well, wait for your rose to bloom, and the flowers all over the mountains, only you are the cutest..."

After singing a paragraph that surprised Meng Xiaoqiao.

Han Qingjun took out a piece of wood directly, then used the fingers of the carving knife to flexibly carve it into a rose, and handed it to Meng Xiaoqiao.

After that, Han Qingjun continued to beat the wood he needed, while singing in a slightly hoarse voice;

"......You are my rose, you are my flower, you are my lover, and I care..."

"...You are my rose, you are my flower, you are my lover, the rose that I will love forever..."

After singing the wood rhythmically, you are my rose, Han Qingjun made a kiss to Meng Xiaoqiao, and blinked his eyes playfully and said to her, "In my heart, you are the most beautiful, a nice song [You are my rose] for you, my dearest wife."

After recording this section, Meng Xiaoqiao, who was shy about Han Qingjun, gave up recording directly and looked at Han Qingjun curiously and asked, "Qingjun, what is the name of the song you just sang? Is it a new song in recent years? Not to mention, you were actually quite handsome when you sang, hahaha..."

"No, I made this song myself. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful rose in the world, so I wrote this song for you." After saying sorry to Lao Pang in his heart, Han Qingjun directly said to Meng Xiaoqiao that this song was written by him for her.

Meng Xiaoqiao, who had originally admired Han Qingjun, was sobbing and couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing Han Qingjun's words. "Hahaha... Husband, don't make a fuss, don't you? You said you are a rough man who farms and carpenters, why are you pretending to be elegant for me?

How much education do you have? You dare to tell me that you can write songs. I can't even write songs by myself after graduating from college. How could you do it? So your song must be someone else's, right? "

"Why did I lie to you? I lie to you and I have no food to eat. If you really don't believe me, let's log in to the cultural copyright application website. Try to use our song to register the copyright. Anyway, it's not expensive for a song. We can also get the money now..." Seeing that Meng Xiaoqiao didn't believe it, Han Qingjun immediately asked her to log in to the cultural copyright application website and register the copyright of this song.

Hearing Han Qingjun's words, Meng Xiaoqiao immediately went to find Han Qingjun's ID, and then began to apply for an account for him in the Cultural Copyright Center. Then she uploaded the sample of [You Are My Rose], the information, and the copyright fee of 500 yuan. Then she started to click to apply.

Later, I don’t know if the copyright application in this world was so fast, or if they just happened to have nothing to do to review their copy.

In less than two minutes, Han Qingjun and the others' song copyright came down, which made Meng Xiaoqiao almost doubt whether Han Qingjun had a relative coming from the copyright application.

However, after a little suspicion, Meng Xiaoqiao threw herself into Han Qingjun's arms and smiled happily at him, "Husband, you are so amazing, you can even write songs by yourself. Your song will definitely become popular, and we will definitely make a lot of money for it. Hahaha, once you make money, we can eat delicious food."
Chapter completed!