In the studio, the scene that was originally cheering for the appearance of the blind monk suddenly fell silent.★★
Only the slowly coming song and the photo were left, constantly surrounding everyone's minds.
"I wish it were the same as before
Hold your warm hand
But you are not beside me
I asked Qingfeng to take Ankang with me..."
The singing voice is catchy and easy to understand, like a story told by a storyteller. The voice is full of deep emotions and sinks into the ears of the audience.
In an instant, people’s minds echoed with their own figure.
Father, how are you after all these years?
The stories you told me when I was little, holding my little hand and carrying me on your back...
I really can't forget those scenes...
"Slow down time, don't let it make you grow old
I am willing to use everything I have to exchange for your longevity
Dad who wants to be strong in life, what can I do for you?
It's a trivial concern, just accept it..."
When the chorus sounded, in the audience, director Huang Yansong's whole body suddenly tensed up, as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was numb...
His mind instantly recalled a scene not long ago.
So the forty-year-old man choked up in the blink of an eye.
The director's assistant next to him was dumbfounded for a moment.
Many people around him looked over. Huang Yansong controlled his emotions and forced a smile, but he still couldn't help but started to raise his hands to wipe away tears.
The assistant quickly handed over the tissue and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay... I just heard this song and remembered something."
The assistant looked at Director Huang suspiciously.
At this moment, Huang Yansong's face was full of sentimentality, and an incident that happened not long ago came to mind.
That day, Huang Yansong went back to his hometown to visit relatives.
When he was leaving, his seventy-year-old father insisted on sending him into a taxi.
The old man was quite old but always in good health. He helped Huang Yansong carry a suitcase of work notes.
Later, Huang Yansong got in the car in a hurry, but forgot to take it.
When the car started, Huang Yansong suddenly heard the driver say, "Does the old man want to give you something?"
When Huang Yansong looked in the rearview mirror and saw his old father carrying a box, panting and running like never before, his legs and feet were even weak, and he almost fell, but he still chased after him desperately...
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At that time, his nose felt sore and he almost cried.
He quickly asked the driver to stop, got out of the car, lowered his head, picked up his things and left.
The old father didn't notice anything unusual. He just kept telling Huang Yansong from behind the car to take care of himself and take his mother home when he had time. He missed her.
After getting in the car, Huang Yansong couldn't stop crying.
The forty-year-old man, under the strange gaze of the driver, held his head alone and cried bitterly.
What the driver didn't know was that Huang Yansong's mother had passed away four years ago.
That is to say, from that year onwards, the old father's dementia symptoms began to become more and more serious...
"Thank you for everything you have done, supporting our home with both hands
Always try your best to give me the best
Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?
The child you care about has grown up!"
Compared with Huang Yansong's sentimentality, Ma Xiaoling in the audience was already crying so hard.
She leaned on her boyfriend Xu Kaiyang's shoulder and cried as her carefully dressed makeup was ruined.
No one felt this song more deeply than she did, especially what happened in the past period of time, which made her realize what a father's love is like.
The reason why Ma Jun guarded that house as if it were death was because that house represented a special meaning, and no amount of money could measure its weight in Ma Jun's heart.
There are all the memories of their family over the past twenty years.
There, there is the shadow of her mother who has passed away long ago, and there are traces of Ma Xiaoling's growth from childhood to adulthood...
What is father's love?
Li Qing sang the song "Father", and his expression under the mask was also a little sad.
I remember reading a post in my previous life. He had forgotten the topic of the post, but the content was still fresh in Li Qing's memory. It was roughly like this:
A certain person was addicted to the Internet when he was in high school, and often went out of school to surf the Internet in the middle of the night.
A **** climbed over the wall as usual. Halfway through the climb, he jumped up and ran back. He looked strange and said nothing when asked.
From then on, he studied hard and stopped surfing the Internet. There was a rumor in school that he had seen a ghost.
Later, when he was admitted to a prestigious school, when his former classmates asked him about it, he remained silent for a long time and said: "That day, my father came to give me living expenses. I couldn't bear to stay in a hotel, so I sat under the wall all night."
Li Qing was deeply moved by the content of this post.
He had carefully recalled his father in his previous life, but he could not recall any earth-shattering memories. The story between him and his father was as ordinary as water.
But every time he vaguely saw that slightly stooped and curved back in his dreams, it made his heart hurt like a needle.
"I wish I could be like before, holding your warm hand
But you are not by my side, so I asked Qingfeng to carry you Ankang..."
As the singing progressed, the emotional singing was like a storyteller, bringing everyone present deep into their memories, meeting the scenes about his father.
In the hearing room, Cai Jian's eyes became obviously red.
He raised his head, suppressed the sour emotions in his heart, and sighed with his palms: "It is enough to have this person in the music world."
This evaluation is quite high, especially Cai Jian's resume and seniority in the music industry, which makes his recognition quite precious.
However, the people around him showed no objection, and everyone's expressions were one of admiration.
"This is another original creation."
Composer Luo Fei said with admiration: "In the music world, among singer-songwriters, Blind Monk is undoubtedly the number one."
"The songs that were released in the past few times are shocking enough, but I didn't expect this song to touch people's hearts even more." Huang Wenjun said with a smile, but everyone could see that this guy's eyes were as swollen as peaches.
Bao Yunyun didn't say anything. She understood the blind monk's talent better than anyone else.
This "Father" is certainly worthy of praise and recognition. If it is judged at any music festival, even a Golden Melody Award will not be able to match the quality of this song.
But compared to the song, Bao Yunyun was more concerned about the reaction of Molly next to her.
At this time, Molly's eyes were blurred, her chin was held in her hands, and she stared at the blind monk intently.
Although there was emotion in her eyes, it seemed to Bao Yunyun that it was more... obsession?
Bao Yunyun's heart is very complicated.
Everyone in the music industry knows that Molly is a person who cherishes her talents as much as her life.
At that time, it was because she admired the talent of songwriter Cao Hanbin that she fell in love with him without hesitation even though he was more than 20 years older than her.
However, this forbidden love did not end well in the end.
After that period of time, Molly disappeared from the music scene.
Later, it was revealed by the media that he seemed to be living in seclusion in Vancouver all year round, eating fast and praying about Buddhism, and no longer involved in worldly affairs.
But now, a man who is younger and more talented than Cao Hanbin has appeared. From Molly's perspective, how can such a man not make her heart move?——
Thanks to the two great masters, Zheng Jiaerlang and Xiao Shuta, for the reward. However, I seem to be a little stuck... I squatted in front of the computer for three or four hours to write such a chapter... Dizzy, next chapter