Hearing that the song was sung to his father, Chen Jue was surprised, happy, and a little bit resentful. He glanced at her husband and found that the man was smiling stupidly.
Noticed his wife's gaze.
Han Yize suppressed his smile and said with a serious face: "This kid must have something to say to me. After all, Father's Day is coming soon, ha..."
In the end, he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and laughed out loud, looking complacent.
Han Xue curled her lips.
A month ago, my father would never have laughed.
Because at that time, my parents were still secretly plotting, trying every possible way to make my brother give up his dream of working outside, return to his hometown, take the teaching qualifications, and teach and educate people like them.
Whenever she notices this scene, Han Xue will protest.
But my parents would still deny it outright.
I always say, how can there be so many lucky people...
I simply don’t believe that I can become famous.
But now, in just one month, everything has quietly changed.
The young man's future seems to be getting brighter and brighter, and his radiance has attracted the attention of people throughout the Greater Bay Area.
Even in the schools where my parents work, there are actually many "guards" who form small groups. Whenever life is bleak or exciting, they will always yell, "Forgive me for living a life of unrestrained love of freedom..."
Ah, it's only a month...
Everything has changed.
Han Xue waved the support flag in her hand and smiled.
…
"Don't don't assume I know
Everything is done for me
why so great
It’s so unfeeling…”
Many viewers couldn't hold back their excitement as soon as they heard it was a new song.
Listening carefully at this moment, I actually felt that Han Sen's singing voice was particularly moving at this moment, as if he had completely abandoned his technique and returned to his most primitive essence.
That clean body, even if it doesn't show off any skills, is still touching people's hearts.
Some people were so excited that they subconsciously followed the singing and clapped.
The applause was very orderly and seemed to be setting the rhythm for the singers.
As more and more people applauded.
Han Sen sighed, squeezed the back of his ear hard, found the rhythm of the music again, and then continued singing.
"How good is love without saying a word
There is only one time that I remember actually coming into contact with
The two of us riding bicycles
A hug that hugs my back..."
When he heard these lyrics, Han Yize was surprised.
He looked at his son carefully.
I remembered the scene two days ago when the father and son were walking on the campus of Shenzhen University.
He likes to ride bicycles very much, and when he was younger, he would often take his eldest son Asen to go shopping.
At that time, Asen seemed to be in the first grade of elementary school.
Maybe my son has forgotten it now.
But in fact, he still remembered that when he went to the beach that day, his son hugged his waist tightly and told him to ride faster, and then ride faster.
That was the first time that his son hugged him from the back seat. Han Yize remembered it vividly. Now, more than ten years later, he once again carried his son on a bicycle. Although the time was different, the feeling was the same.
…
In the audience, Mo Honghong held her chin up and listened to the song carefully. Although she was not proficient in Cantonese, she knew it somewhat. In addition, there was a song prompt on the big screen behind her, so Mo Honghong was very interested in Han Sen's words.
This new song shows strong interest.
But after listening to the chorus, she felt it was too bland, but fortunately the singing voice was moving, attracting her to continue listening.
Then I couldn't stop.
The whole person fell into the scene described in the lyrics and felt lost.
"It's hard to leave, I want to hug you tighter
The vast life is like a wilderness
Like a child who can lean on his father's shoulders
Who wants to get off—"
At this time, on the stage.
Wu Yu played the guitar, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the performance.
Zhong Juntao, on the other hand, is very calm and takes control of the situation when playing the piano.
Amidst the faint music, he looked at Brother Sen who was sitting on the edge of the stage, holding the teleprompter next to him, and suddenly had an illusion.
At this moment, Brother Sen seems to be abandoned by the whole world.
The lonely back is like a picture frozen for thousands of years...
The vast life is like a wilderness.
This is probably the most realistic psychological portrayal of Brother Sen.
When the chorus sounds.
Zhong Juntao was surprised to find that many people at the scene had tears in their eyes, as if they truly felt the emotions described in the lyrics.
For a moment, he was in a daze.
Thinking of his father.
Father Zhong never praises anything about his son, as if he is always criticizing, reminding his son that there are people much better than him, and telling his son from every angle that this is a cruel world and you must face it alone.
Yes, ruthlessly shattering all the beautiful illusions Zhong Juntao had about the world and the future when he was a teenager.
In such a native family, Zhong Juntao once thought that the existence of his family was meaningless and would only bring more harm to him when he was lost.
There is no warm and natural interaction between father and son, only the serious face and the quarrels that break out from time to time.
Later, after Zhong Juntao finished the college entrance examination, he chose a major that surprised everyone. He resolutely gave up any major related to his father's career.
Now, everything seems to be moving in a good direction, but when he saw his father again not long ago, Zhong Juntao suddenly felt sad.
Time flies.
That man has gray hair on his temples and his back is a bit hunched...
"It's hard to leave, there are always some
This is the case and cannot be shied away from
No matter how cold the world is
Thinking of this bicycle, there is still happiness to be borrowed..."
…
In the guest seat, Hong Jinwu sat there quietly, like an autistic patient.
But no one knew how excited he was at the moment.
He likes this song so much.
Whether it was the melody or the lyrics, there was a power that made him tremble all over and directly hit his heart.
No matter how manic and tired I feel before listening to the song.
But just listen to this song.
Hong Jinwu's whole mood calmed down.
He was instantly immersed in the artistic conception of this song, and felt that this life seemed like a world away.
In this song.
Hong Jinwu seemed to see that little boy in a white shirt and school uniform a few years ago, sitting behind his father who came to take him home on a bicycle...
Year by year.
When the little boy gets older, these days no longer exist.
So, a man and a bicycle rode into the city with the lights on every lonely night, repeatedly going around one street after another.
But I just don't want to go home.
…
How much do you miss watching your dad’s back from the back seat?
The back figure in my memory is broad and great.
Hong Jinwu cried.
A muscular young man with short hair was covering his face and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
He still remembers that when he was a child, his father often picked him up from school...
Until that day.
My mother came to pick me up in advance and asked myself with a smile, Dad or Mom, you choose one.
Hong Jinwu made a choice.
…
Later, the father rode his big black bicycle to pick up the little boy from school for the last time. On the way, he asked his son why he chose this way.
That day, it rained heavily.
The little boy was sitting in the back seat, hiding in his father's raincoat, with his eyes open and a confused look on his face.
At that moment, my father’s back looked majestic.
But he rode very weakly.
…
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ps: I'm a little stuck, but I don't want to just perfunctory, delete, delete and modify, so I wrote this short chapter with difficulty, and there is the next chapter, but it may be very late, good night everyone!
Hepburn downstairs said
Thank you for leaving, it’s a good 200 reward, thank you for the love that needs no words, melancholy misty, sd8922, 100 reward for the dream of a hundred days of dreaming