Chapter 337 Am I your pride
This great sage always seems to be able to grasp the most common little things in life and then gently tease you.
Xu Chengwen felt a little sour, and subconsciously clenched his fists with his hands folded across his chest.
Every time he sent Xu Xu away before, he waved his hand and asked him to leave quickly, but he couldn't help but look back and look again.
Suddenly, the promise of going home changed from going home every day to going home once every few months.
When children grow up, they will always leave. Xu Chengwen comforts himself like this every time.
However, we can't avoid the moist eyes when we say goodbye again and again.
Now, his eyes started to feel sore again.
Xu Nuo looked in the direction of her parents in the audience, her voice becoming choked up.
“I wish it were the same as before,
Holding your warm hand,
but you are not by my side,
asking the breeze to carry Ankang..."
Xu Chengwen couldn't stand it anymore.
< br>"Dad, here you go. "Zhixian handed over a few tissues.
"What's that? The air conditioner is turned on a little low." Xu Chengwen sniffed and said.
"Yeah, yes, it's a bit low." Xu Xu rarely exposed him.
Xu Chengwen pretended to wipe his nose hard, but actually wiped his tears secretly.
On the stage, Wu Gaofeng was motionless and already in tears.
“But you are not by my side” to others, it means that their father is not around.
For him, his father is no longer here.
Last year, my father was seriously ill and passed away.
His success was rapid, but his father was aging even faster.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nourished but cannot be kissed.
Wu Gaofeng covered his face and cried bitterly, his body shaking uncontrollably.
This is the first time that East Asia's top king has lost his composure on stage.
A piece of paper was handed to him, and Wu Gaofeng took it with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say thank you, but no word came out.
Zhao Lei patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
Unable to say, he also burst into tears.
The four guests, whose combined age was over two hundred years old, burst into tears on the stage.
The judging panel was even more unbearable, and there was the sound of paper being drawn out all the time.
The program team specially added a lot of tissue paper today, and there were even tissue paper placed on the audience seats.
At first, everyone was wondering, why did the tissue paper manufacturers increase their investment in advertising? Now everyone suddenly realizes it.
In the lounge, several players were not doing much better.
The werewolf was as motionless as a sculpture, as if he was reminiscing about something.
The jade-faced fox took a deep breath, then slowly leaned back on the chair and raised his head.
The ugly guy took out a piece of paper and put it into the mask to wipe his tears.
The singers backstage were all wiped out.
The guests, judging panel, singers, bands, and the audience also began to fall.
On this stage, you really don’t need singing skills. You don’t need any treble to real or falsetto.
There's nothing amazing about the lyrics, and the composition and arrangement can't be described as elegant art.
Xu Nuo simply sang, singing this song for his father.
But those who listened and sang were moved.
The sound comes into my heart.
On the stage, the music stopped and then suddenly burst out.
This song started to break out for the first time, and the light sadness and deep gratitude in the early stage ushered in a sublimation at this time.
Xu Nuo squeezed the microphone tightly, her voice was trembling and even a little out of tune.
However, every word is full of emotion, like a thunderclap that explodes across the audience.
"Slow down time,
Don't let it make you grow older.
I am willing to use everything I have to give you a long life.
Dad, you have to be strong all your life,
What can I do for you?
It’s a trivial concern, accept it! ”
Of all the emotions, father’s love is the loneliest and the most profound.
A father's love is silent, but a child's love is indescribable.
A man’s love is always silent and stubborn.
When you ask him what he needs, he always says no.
You happily buy gifts for him, but you will be scolded, "Why are you spending so much money? I don't need it."
In this aspect, my father is always particularly disappointed.
When he spends his own money, he can bargain for a dime or two, and you always think he is stingy.
However, when he buys you gifts and delicious food, you realize that he is so generous.
He paid dozens to hundreds of yuan per pound of fruit without even frowning, and paid hundreds of thousands of down payments without blinking an eye.
Does my father really not like eating fish and meat? Does he really like to nibble on fish heads and eat dry chicken racks?
Then why does he always pick out chicken legs, chicken wings, and fish belly without bones and give it to you?
Does dad really like old clothes that much? Wearing a piece of clothing for several years or even more than ten years, does it look so unseemly?
Then why does he save up money to buy you brand-name clothes that he has never worn in his life?
Does my father really like smoking cigarettes that cost a few yuan a pack and wine that costs a few yuan a pound?
Then why does he know that good smoke and wine should be kept to entertain guests?
Does my father really like to sit on the hard seat of a green leather car for more than ten or twenty hours? Just to chat with the surrounding passengers and make it more lively?
Then why did you fight with the conductor for a lower berth when the tickets I bought for you were all sleeper berths?
Only those who have sat on a hard seat for more than twenty hours understand what it is like.
There are always some particularly double-standard things happening to my father.
Because this is father's love.
Father loves his family, his wife, his parents and his children. They love everything but themselves.
Father's love is very important and difficult to express.
Especially between father and son, they often hate each other and quarrel at every turn.
Father and son are not like father and daughter. The daughter is always willing to express and dare to express.
But the son is different. Even if he expresses himself, it is mostly to his mother and father. The grown man is always silent.
Father and son always have an inexplicable feeling of stiffness.
My mother is soft and warm, but my father is hard and distant.
Even if the father and son had something to say, they could only say a few words, and then they would be silent.
So someone wrote a song. It was so sincere and powerful that it would make people cry like dogs.
Xu Chengwen finally couldn't hold it any longer, and the tears started falling down, and he couldn't stop them.
Next to her, the mother's eyes were also red, and tears fell down.
With red eyes, Xu Xu passed the papers to the two of them, one after another.
Xu Chengwen turned away to prevent his daughter from seeing his embarrassment. How could he, who had always been strong, burst into tears in front of his children.
Just so stubborn.
The audience at the scene was overwhelmed.
As the young man listened to the music, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and his heart seemed to have been hit hard by something.
They thought of their father, and then tears filled their eyes, and finally they couldn't help but choked up and lost their voices.
The audience, who are already parents, cried so much that they couldn't even make a sound, and the big tears fell down as if they were worthless.
Especially fathers who are usually taciturn cannot suppress the surge of emotions in their hearts, and tears fall out of control.
The guests have fallen. They are a group of people who are more than 200 years old in total. Some of their fathers have passed away, and some are old.
The guessing team fell. There were 40 people in the guessing team, including men and women, old and young, and no one was spared.
The audience was wiped out.
The singers and staff backstage all had red eyes and tears streaming down their faces.
The camera zoomed in, showing Xu Nuo’s face wearing a mask, and the tears on his face could be clearly seen.
The host, the band, the staff, the camera swept over the scene one by one, and everyone was trapped.
The audience in front of the screen fell one by one.
Besides the sound of music, the only sound was the sound of paper being pulled out.
The person in charge of the sponsor wiped his tears while asking his subordinates to increase investment in the program team.
The barrages flooded the entire screen.
“What are you doing, what are you doing, tricking me into tears again.”
"My old man kicked me out and didn't let me listen. He said he was sensational, but I could hear the cry in his voice."
"Your father is quite decisive, but my old man can't do it anymore. It was so loud that I had to say that there was sand in my eyes."
"It must have been bricks that had this effect."
In front of the screen, countless old fathers' strong psychological defenses suddenly appeared. The space is fragmented.
I can’t resist it at all.
No one can resist the family knife.
Plug your ears, and the singing will penetrate through your nose and into your heart, arousing more people's sadness.
The promised singing continues, with a trembling voice, a thick nasal sound, and a crying tone.
“Thank you for everything,
holding up our home with both hands,
Always try your best to give me the best. ”
At this moment, it doesn’t matter what singing skills or techniques, no one cares whether he is out of tune, whether his voice is broken, whether his breath is not well controlled.
The guests don’t care, The judges didn't care, and neither did the audience.
Xu Chengwen didn't care either.
Everyone put aside the music itself to listen to this song that touched the soul.
The simplest feelings in the world are stronger than any art.
On the stage, Xu Nuo couldn't hold himself any longer, his voice was so hoarse that he almost roared, and his singing resounded throughout the entire stage.
This is his true emotional catharsis.
The old man has many shortcomings, he is old-fashioned, conservative and serious.
But as a father, he can definitely score full marks.
"Am I your pride?
Are you still worried about me?
The child you care about has grown up."
>Xu Nuo is now considered successful. How many people in the entertainment industry will never reach his current heights in their lifetime, but Xu Chengwen is still worried and concerned.
Although Xu Chengwen has always been opposed to entering the entertainment industry.
To this day, although he mentions it less and less often, he is still worried about the entertainment industry.
As long as there is a chance, he will be persuaded openly or secretly to say goodbye to the entertainment industry and find a class.
The entertainment industry is still too ethereal and too dirty for Xu Chengwen.
He would rather promise to be an ordinary citizen than go into the muddy waters of the entertainment industry.
However, this man who asked him to change careers countless times never missed any of his songs or any of his programs.
The playlists on the phone and in the car were all replaced by my son’s songs.
This is a father's support for his son.
Don't understand, but he still chooses to support and believe.
"Of course you are my pride, always have been." Xu Chengwen pursed his lips a few times.
The first half of the song ends and the music slows down.
Only a female voice hums.
This is Lin Wanqing's humming.
(End of this chapter)