"Damn it, the leader is finally more knowledgeable, but what does that mean?"
"It's so baffling, I can't understand it at all!"
"Is this a line from the second season of "Love Apartment"?"
“It seems like he’s complaining about some people’s preference for the new and their dislike of the old.”
"It's so hard to do. I'm so uneducated that I can't even read the group leader's Weibo!"
"Don't post these useless things, give me back Meijia, Wanyu, and Zhanbo!!"
"..."
Hu Shuofa's line is from "Westward Journey". However, there is no "Westward Journey" in this time and space. Of course, netizens have never seen this line, so they are all confused.
However, in fact, the meaning of this line is not difficult to understand. It is nothing more than complaining about someone's "loving the new and hating the old". Therefore, a new question arises, who is the person Hu Zuozuo is complaining about?
"The new one is better than the old one. Isn't the leader heartbroken?"
"It's possible. I haven't updated my Weibo for a long time! I'm probably healing my emotional wounds!"
"I think it's probably like this, otherwise why would you post such an inexplicable Weibo?"
"It seems that not only was he broken up in love, but he was also dumped. Otherwise, why would he complain that the new person is better than the old one?"
"Uuuuuuuuah, what a miserable leader, but it doesn't matter, I just need a boyfriend~!"
"The guy upstairs is shameless. The leader is mine. Only a beauty like me is worthy of such a talented man."
"If the leader doesn't cry, he just lost his love. It's not a big deal. You will have experience next time!"
"..."
After Hu Zuozuo's idea of being broken in love was recognized by more people, the comment section began to go astray. Some were comforting, some were self-recommended, and some were poisonous chicken soup...
Reading the comments, Hu Shuo was speechless. It would be a pity for these people not to write online novels.
"dad."
Just when Hu Shuo lowered his head and scrolled through Weibo, Zuo Zuo's voice suddenly reached his ears. The little girl had followed Wang Xiaorou to the small playground in front of the kindergarten.
Hu Shuo put away her cell phone and waved to Zuo Zuo. The little girl immediately ran towards her father happily.
A man who doesn't raise a daughter will never know the joy of having a daughter running towards you with open arms.
She held Zuo Zuo in her arms as usual, and then the little girl waved to Wang Xiaorou who was walking behind her: "Goodbye, Teacher Xiaorou."
"Goodbye Zozo."
Wang Xiaorou also waved to Zuo Zuo, but she called out to Hu Shuo: "Dad Zuo Zuo, please wait a moment."
"Oh, is something wrong?"
Hu Shuo glanced at Wang Xiaorou doubtfully.
"The children like the song you wrote, "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain", and I also like it very much." Wang Xiaorou said with a smile on her face.
"Well, thank you for the compliment." Hu Shuo smiled and waited for the other party's next words. Wang Xiaorou shouted that she couldn't just praise the song "The King Asked Me to Patrol the Mountain".
Sure enough, Wang Xiaorou spoke again: "Our kindergarten is currently collecting garden songs. If it is convenient for you, you can also write one. Of course, this is not obligatory. If you are selected, our kindergarten will pay the copyright fee."
"Beixing International" is a national chain of high-end early childhood education institutions. Almost every big city has one or two kindergartens, so it is not unusual to collect kindergarten songs.
"That's it."
Hu Shuo hesitated for a moment, wondering if there were any suitable songs to use as garden songs.
"Dad, just write a song."
Zuo Zuo thought Hu Shuo didn't want to agree, so she said in a coquettish voice.
"Okay, then Dad will write a song~!"
Hu Shuo smiled and touched Zuo Zuo's forehead, and then asked Wang Xiaorou: "When do you want it?"
"The deadline for the public collection is at the end of next month, so there is no rush, but of course the sooner the better." Wang Xiaorou replied with a smile.
"Okay, after I finish writing it, I'll give it to you." Hu Shuo replied lightly.
"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Wang Xiaorou nodded politely. In the past, she still looked down on Hu Shuo in her heart. She felt that he was a grown man who took care of his children at home every day and had no future. However, "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain" has become popular recently.
It did allow her to see another side of this "Dad Zuozu".
Speaking of the popularity of "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain", Hu Shuo also has to thank Li Duo. That girl appeared on a music competition program with high ratings earlier. In a certain segment, she sang "The King Called Me to Patrol the Mountain".
"I came to patrol the mountains", and then, this song became "accidentally" popular.
Half an hour later.
Hu Shuo took Zuo Zuo back home. The father and daughter got out of the car, and Huang Yurong walked out of the house.
"Grandma."
Zuo Zuo shouted happily, and then asked curiously: "Isn't grandpa here?"
"Well, grandma came here by herself."
Huang Yurong had a kind smile on her face.
"Mom, did you come here while walking in the park?" Hu Shuo asked with a smile.
"I came here to find you on purpose." Huang Yurong said.
"If you need anything, just ask me!" Hu Shuo responded to requests.
Huang Yurong smiled, took Zuo Zuo's little hand, and walked into the room while saying to Hu Shuo: "Next year is the 50th anniversary of the founding of our Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music. On New Year's Day, the academy is planning to hold a 50th anniversary celebration.
The celebrations include a grand anniversary party, at which time almost all the outstanding talents from Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music over the past fifty years will return to school and perform at the party."
"Well, now the school is planning to take advantage of the college's 50th anniversary to collect another school song. The current school song was composed fifty years ago. It is somewhat out of touch with the current era, and it no longer agrees with Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music.
As it stands today, the school has sent out invitations to all songwriters who have graduated from Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music two days ago, asking them to help write songs for their alma mater."
Speaking of this, Huang Yurong stopped and looked at Hu Shuo: "I think no one is as good at writing songs as our Xiao Shuo. Besides, you are also a guest lecturer in the college now, so you can't fall behind at this time.
Behind others."
"Oh, what mom means is that you want me to write a school song for Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music?"
Hu Shuo confirmed.
"Well, that's what I mean." Huang Yurong nodded: "If the song you wrote can be selected as the school song of Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music, mom, this life will be completely complete~!"
The old lady sighed with emotion and looked at Hu Shuo with expectant eyes.
Huang Yurong has worked at Jiangcheng Conservatory of Music all her life, and one can imagine her love for this college. If, when she was about to leave this college, the school song of the college was composed by her son-in-law, she would have no regrets in her life.
"Mom, don't worry, I will do my best~!"
Hu Shuo nodded solemnly. He could probably guess Huang Yurong's thoughts, so in order to fulfill the old lady's wish, he really had to pay attention to this matter.