I really don't want to be red

Chapter 13 Time is gone
At An Ran's advice, Tangni called two more recording engineers and producer Liu Chen to go to the "Fish Sea Hotel" together to celebrate.

A meal until 8pm.

Everyone thinks it's not enough.

Luo Zhen and others suddenly left. These days, the crisis of Chuangyi is everyone's heart, and now they have finally won the first battle.

Everyone felt that the pressure needed to be released.

Under Liu Chen's suggestion, several people decided to find a bar to have a drink.

Due to his special status, Chen Han has too many people who know him, so it is not suitable for him to appear in public, so he politely declined.

When he said that he was about to enter the busiest time in the past few years, he also needed a good rest.

An Ran did not force it.

Several people came to the "Honghui Bar" and found a corner to drink and chat.

"Mr. An is secretive!" Liu Chen picked up the glass, "I really didn't say that song "I Believe", I couldn't write it!"

Liu Chen is one of the few capable producers in the production department who has not left, focusing on composition and arrangement.

An Ran touched him and said, "It's not that you can't write it, but that you haven't encountered something that can make you write it. In fact, there is a story behind every song!"

Liu Chen chewed this sentence silently, his eyes lit up.

This is a good word. Songs are actually emotional expressions. Only when emotions are felt can good songs be written.

When it comes to professional matters, the chatterbox can't be closed.

While talking, I drank a dozen bottles of beer after a while.

An Ran didn't hide her secrets at all, and shared her experiences and insights at the wine table.

Liu Chen and others nodded frequently and benefited a lot.

At this time, An Ran had already drank a bit too much.

Tang Ni tried to persuade him several times, but she didn't stop. She knew that he was under a lot of pressure recently, so he was the only one.

Now An Ran couldn't stop.

Drinking while talking, in high spirits, the wine bottles are empty one after another.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the next table.

Enron turned back.

There were two men and two women sitting on the table next to them, four young people, who seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

One of the girls was heavily made-up and dressed very inappropriately for her age.

A middle-aged man next to him, with a weathered face and a tired look, "Xiaoqian, come home with me!"

"I won't go back!" The girl named Xiaoqian tilted her head, "If I don't go back, you know that you let me study, I've had enough!"

"Obey!" The middle-aged man's tone became serious.

"I don't listen!" Xiaoqian said stubbornly, "If I want to get back to you, leave me alone!"

The middle-aged man is clumsy at words, he doesn't know what to say, frowns and looks at the noisy environment, stretches out his hand and grabs the little girl's arm, "Go home!"

Xiaoqian pulled her arm hard, "Why do you care about me? My business has nothing to do with you."

The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

Xiaoqian burst into tears, "You hit me, I knew you didn't hurt me, since my mother died, you've been bad to me, you know how to work, you know how to train me, let me learn, you don't know what to do with me. without me!"

"Woooooooo..."

When An Ran heard this, she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her chest.

In my past life, my father treated me like this.

But only after he died did he realize that his father was for his own good.

Now I can't even say "I'm sorry" to my father. Thinking of this, his tears are about to fall.

At this time, the waiter in the bar saw the conflict here and came over.

An Ran hurried over to persuade the middle-aged man, "Brother, if you have something to say, it will hurt your heart if you hit her."

The middle-aged man didn't see An Ran like a gangster, and just now in a hurry, he slapped his daughter and regretted it.

Sighing, he sat on the seat next to An Ran.

Xiaoqian covered her face and turned away, not looking at her father.

An Ran patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked towards the singing stage with the strength of the wine.

Donnie didn't know what he was going to do, so she quickly followed.

Liu Chen and others were on the side, whispering to persuade the middle-aged man.

An Ran's life experience, Liu Chen and the others are very clear.

My mother was a popular star in the last era, but died suddenly when she was the most popular.

His father, a well-known musician, took him to work alone to set up a studio and then an entertainment company.

During his lifetime, An Ran's father hoped that he would also become a well-known music producer and make a difference in the future.

It's a pity that An Ran at that time couldn't understand the painstaking efforts of his father at all.

Just like Xiao Qian, she always felt that there were too many restraints, and her father's demands on her were too high.

Over time, apart from disappointment, his father didn't care much about him.

When An Ran saw Xiao Qian's father and daughter arguing, the softest part of her heart was pierced.

He used to be exactly the same as Xiao Qian. He didn't know that his father's love was as heavy as a mountain, but he only felt that his father took care of him too much.

If his father was still alive, he would be willing to scold him every day.

Some things are precious only when they are lost.

When he walked to the singing stage, Donnie followed him.

I was afraid that he would have an accident if he drank too much.

At this time, it was the time for the resident singer to rest, and it didn't matter who wanted to shout.

An Ran sat upright in front of the piano.

Donnie looked surprised, can he play the piano?

An Ran's fingers slid across the keys, making a crisp sound.

With unfamiliar techniques, I played a few times on the piano.

The crisp sound is out of tune.

But after a few seconds, the water-like sound of the piano sprinkled down.

Donnie covered her mouth in surprise.

When the attention of most people in the bar is focused on the stage.

An Ran's slightly hoarse singing sounded from the microphone.

"The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots, and the dead tree in the yard blooms again."

"Half-surviving a lot of words, hiding in a head full of white hair..."

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth."

"Give your love to him for the rest of your life, just for that parent."

"The time has gone there..."

The bar, which was already noisy, suddenly became quiet at this moment.

In just a few short sentences, Tang Ni's tears fell on An Ran's shoulders like broken beads.

She knew best what An Ran was thinking at this moment.

Every word is a portrayal of An Ran's mood.

The middle-aged man and Xiaoqian were attracted by the singing at the same time, and at the same time indulged in the emotions expressed by the singing.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's eyes blurred.

Give birth to children and adopt daughters for a lifetime, just for that parent.

That parent doesn't love their child, in different ways, but the love is all the same.

Xiaoqian's eyes were red, and tears fell down.

The scenes between father and daughter passed by, and the revolving lanterns seemed to turn around in front of them.

When I was a child, I had a fever, and my father took him to the hospital in a hurry. At that time, my father was the best father in the world.

After watching the movie, she was fast asleep on her father's back, so safe and reliable.

The rain was pouring, and my father hurried to the school to pick him up, hugged him in his arms, and wrapped himself in a coat. The warmth was unparalleled.

Xiaoqian suddenly jumped into the arms of the middle-aged man, "Dad, I was wrong..."

(End of this chapter)