Hearing his father's words, Li Qing suddenly remembered those hot summer days, when cicadas kept chirping outside the window. His father was wearing a white T-shirt, pulling on slippers, and sitting next to the squeaking electric fan.
The picture of holding the guitar and teaching myself how to recognize the chords step by step. .
This memory emerged at this moment, familiar yet strange, which slightly touched Li Qing's heart.
He nodded, stood up, and went to the bedroom to take down the "zebra" hanging on the wall.
The zebra was a guitar that Bao Yunyun gave to Li Qing when he was at the Blue Moon Bar. Li Qing used it more to commemorate those past youthful years, but he didn't use it very often when writing songs.
Fortunately, this guitar has been regularly maintained by a dedicated person, and it still looks as new as ever. Li Qing took the guitar in his hand, and then smiled at his father: "It's not that I don't believe you, but the score of this song is in the company.
Yes, so I’ll just play and sing by myself.”
Li Xiangyong was not that persistent. He nodded happily: "Okay!"
Meng Xiuzhi cleaned up the dishes, and the family sat on the sofa and started a small concert facing each other.
Li Qing cleared his voice, then lowered his head and plucked the strings.
There seemed to be a wind blowing, and the moment Li Qing started singing, Li's father and Li's mother suddenly felt that their son's aura had become different.
They couldn't tell exactly what was different. It was like the feeling they had when they saw their son's various deeds in the newspaper a few days ago.
Becoming a stranger again.
"In 1984, the crops were not yet harvested.
My son is lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly
I don’t have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight
My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine...
Prose poetry, really prose poetry.
Li Xiangyong was a little surprised. Even if the words described in the song were recited, there was no hindrance. This was obviously a prose poem!
Just, 1984?
A prose poem written in 1984?
Li Xiangyong couldn't help but follow the memory points and think of the story that happened in 1984.
That year, my son was only five or six years old, at the age of innocence and innocence.
That year, my wife was working hard to get her teacher's certificate.
That year, he had just been assigned by the organization to work at the post and telecommunications office, riding a bicycle with a 28-bar pole every day to deliver packages to people in the wind and rain...
"I'm going to my neighbor's house tomorrow to borrow some more money.
The child has been crying all day and wants to eat biscuits.
Blue polyester top, the pain goes deep into my heart
I squatted on the edge of the pond and punched myself twice..."
An excellent singer always integrates all his emotions when singing a lyrical song.
The result of this is that the audience is often moved to tears before the audience responds.
But Li Qing was not like that.
His songs and his voice make you feel like he is sitting in front of you and telling you a story that was once buried in your heart.
People may think this sounds very ordinary, but it is obviously not intentional at all.
Everything sounds and looks so round and natural.
It's like whispering in your ear.
As his son sang, Li Xiangyong's memory flowed back, and he suddenly jumped to the era that belonged to him.
That day, when I was riding my 28-bar bicycle to carry my son home from school, I passed by a convenience supermarket, but my son was crying and asking for biscuits...
That day, I shamelessly went to my colleague's house and was ridiculed by my colleague's wife, so I borrowed two food stamps and a few dollars.
That day, my son was obviously greedy and his mouth was watering, but he said he didn't want to eat biscuits.
That day, I was squatting by the pond and punched myself twice...
Is this my memory?
Li Sangyong raised his head, his tear glands collapsed instantly, and he couldn't help but shed tears.
As Li Qing sang softly, he quickly noticed his father's emotions.
He was in a daze and knew that his father had been brought into the atmosphere described by the story.
In fact, he has been controlling his emotions and does not want these emotions to interfere with his melody.
But when he saw his father raising his head and weeping, the sound of the piano inadvertently touched the softest place in his heart...
At that moment, my father, dressed in the uniform of a postal and telecommunications office operator, clearly appeared in front of my eyes.
Found it!
This is how I want to feel!
"This is the text in my father's diary
This is the prose poem left behind by his youth
Years later I watched
Tears won't stop
My father has become as old as a shadow..."
In 1984, that year, my father wrote many prose poems in his diary...
“In 1994, the crops had already been harvested
My old mother passed away last year
My son ran into the campus wearing a white shirt
But he has been worried recently and has lost a lot of weight..."
Meng Xiuzhi looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, and at her son who was singing softly to the accompaniment of the guitar, with a smile on her face.
Laughing, laughing, and then crying.
"Think about the future, I will become a pile of old paper money when I grow old
At that time, my son was already a real man
There is a lovely girl who married him
I hope they don’t have such a difficult life..."
In the quiet living room, Li Qing's voice was exceptionally clear. In the ears of Li Xiangyong and Meng Xiuzhi, it was like spring thunder, hitting the bottom of their hearts.
This was not the first time they heard their son's singing. There were many tapes and albums of his son at home.
When I miss my son, I also listen to his songs.
But this was the first time they heard their son singing live.
The appeal that hit the bottom of my heart shocked my parents and my mother inexplicably.
They finally understood why their son was liked and sought after by so many people.
He is like a magician who attracts everyone immediately.
When he starts singing, people's emotions will continue to rise and fall with the melody in his singing, and finally collide with the scenes described in the singing, and then explode with violent sparks that make people's hearts tremble!
What inadvertently affects you is not just a lyric or a song, but an entire memory in your mind.
After hearing only a few words, Li Xiangyong burst into tears.
This is not just a magic that can be described with the word sensational, but like a heart thief, stealing people's hearts in an inadvertent moment.
The image of the father described in the lyrics is like a poem.
This is the power of poetry.
Let countless listeners take part in it inadvertently!
Let people themselves become the fathers in poetry!
After Li Qing finished singing a song, he looked at his parents who were in tears, smiled bitterly, leaned over and took out a tissue from the paper box next to him and handed it to his elders, and then said, "Is it okay?"
"It's not just okay!"
Meng Xiuzhi glanced at her husband who was choking and said with emotion: "Son, when you sing, you are so magical that you can't help but draw the earth into a prison and be immersed in the world described in your singing, unable to extricate yourself."
Li Qing looked at his father.
Li Xiangyong had stabilized his emotions at this time. After blowing his nose with a tissue, he patted Li Qing's shoulder with red eyes and said happily: "A great singer should compose songs like this. In the past, I always felt that the entertainment industry
It’s not quite suitable for you, but I know that today I finally know that you are different from them after all. You are a poet, a great poet, a poet born with music!”——
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