a little quiet,
So many people can't imagine that this song will appear in this mood,
When the ghetto's dilapidated streets of ghost fire youth racers insulted each other,
When the drunkard knocked on the wrong door, released his life and cursed, and the two families fought fiercely,
In a small dilapidated room,
Yu Ye gently instructed her daughter how to practice Bel Canto,
work hard,
sound,
resonance,
And Xiaoshu image is opened the door of talent, the prelude song is in the childish voice, sad and happy, giving people a kind of illusory beauty, but it makes people intoxicated.
At that time, Yu Ye in the picture no longer looked like a beautiful man, but had a sense of vicissitudes of time. Because of the disease, he always swallowed a lot of inferior drugs to suppress the pain in his brain.
He was morbidly pale and always coughed,
But whenever I saw Xiao Shuying sing the insects flying, I would encourage her from the bottom of my heart.
"The lyrics written by Xiao Shuying are really good."
"I knew that my daughter was the best. If your mother heard it in the sky, she would be very happy."
"You have to write this song well, and let a lot of people sing it so you can see your mother."
Every lonely night, Yu Ye smiled and said to her daughter,
Every word is engraved into the heart of Xiao Shuying, who is less than four years old,
Let her subtly make her brain think that this is the prelude she created,
Every lyric, every paragraph, is created by myself,
For example, looking at the sky under the night and creating the first sentence.
I saw that there are no stars in a big city, and I saw stars in a slum, and I thought of the second sentence,
Her mother turned into a worm and took off. She thought of the third sentence, the fourth sentence,
Because she wanted many people to remember her mother, she created the fourth sentence,
In Xiao Shuying's memory, he created the prelude to this song logically, organized, and well-defined.
And my father seemed to be deliberately standing on the edge of the corner, watching quietly,
In the most glorious moment of this song,
he just looked,
said nothing,
——
"why!"
"Why!"
On the stage at the moment, under the bright lights,
Yu Shuying stood, but roared in a complicated voice, louder than ever.
she doesn't understand,
She also understood, she understood why she always felt that this song was created by herself, and when she was a child, her father subtly let her into it,
But why, why didn't she sing,
With her father's former appearance, she will also be hot,
The male host Hai Tao's eyes lit up, and he quickly said sharply: "First, it's because your father's illness is imminent, and he can't support the time and energy to be famous!"
"The second is that your image is more suitable for being famous, so he may want to use you to make you famous and create a genius girl, but he didn't think you were a real genius and broke your father's conventional calculations!"
After the male host Hai Tao finished speaking, many audience members in the front row agreed.
And the hostess also spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Your father has a good abacus, but I didn't expect you to be a real genius!"
"And the reason why he doesn't dare to sing is because he can only compose this song, and this song was left by your mother's envelope!"
"So your father doesn't have any talent background, he is afraid of being exposed later!"
After the two hosts "rational analysis",
The audience also nodded in approval.
Because Yu Shuying said that after the age of four, Yu's father seemed to have changed a person. He taught Xiao Shuying very harshly.
Moreover, Yu's father did not show any so-called talent afterward, which further showed that what the two reporters said was right.
The real genius is Yu Shuying's mother,
the woman who left,
On the current barrage of slag waves, many female netizens analyzed it instantly.
"The real genius is Liu Shi. She has absolute talent and left an envelope!"
"The envelope is estimated to be the content of cultivating children. As a result, Xiao Shuying's talent was opened up and Xiao Shuying's life was enlightened!"
"No wonder Liu Shi will leave. Such a smart and amazing woman is definitely not willing to follow a man like Yu Ye who is about to die!"
"Hey, poor Xiao Shuying. According to Xiao Shuying's growth trajectory, if she follows her mother, she may grow up even more amazingly!"
Many people are frantically sighing, there are a lot of barrages, and the current popularity has exceeded 2 million.
...
And at that time,
The last row of seats, at the very end, on the cheap seats,
"Cough cough." Yu Ye coughed twice, took out some tattered handkerchief and covered his mouth,
He spit out a dark-brown blood clot, he didn't care too much, just wiped the blood from his mouth, a pair of clear pupils in the past, under the deprivation of time, became not aging,
Although there are many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the light in his eyes still has a gentle and kind atmosphere, which makes people look like a hundred years and see his peerless appearance in the past.
A young man with a long eye, astonished.
He seemed a little tired, looking at the envelope, watching Xiao Shuying humming a song in the picture, he didn't know when the tears flowed out by himself,
He smiled, thinking of Liu Shi,
When she left, she took the money with her, leaving only the debt account book and a small shadow,
nothing else remains,
That memory was too bitter, and he was locked in the depths of his memory. Now that he opens it again, he seems to have experienced the reincarnation of that period of suffering again.
But when he saw his daughter on stage,
He was radiant again, sitting upright, forgetting all the tragic memories in his mind, leaving only warm eyes like light,
look deeply,
He wanted to remember his daughter's present demeanor forever in the last remaining warmth of his life.
He didn't care about the whispering mocking voices in his ears,
It has nothing to do with the passing of life.
He is a traveler, the loneliest traveler,
At this moment, he just wanted to complete a reconciliation with his daughter at the end of his life.
This is enough.
It's like going back to the old orange dilapidated hut.
A father and daughter, dependent on each other. *