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Chapter 509 Just for that parent (12, please recommend a monthly ticket)

"The next one is my brother and sister Dai's show!"

After the skit was over, there was a video about growth and marriage, parents and children, and the elderly and children interspersed in the middle. Yang Shihan picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the program list, and then reminded Dai Zhenhong and Yang Huaping who were pushing glasses.

Dai Zhenhong and Yang Huaping quickly put down their cups, stopped their red-faced bragging, and focused on the TV.

The picture flashes, a substantial book is slowly rotating and unfolding in the air, and in the soft piano melody in the background, a lifting platform is slowly lifted up, and the book sitting in front of the piano is gently played Yang Qian pushed to the front of the "book" projected by virtual reality technology.

It turned out that he was playing the piano!
At the same time, the audience in front of the TV could see the subtitles prompting that the song Yang Qian was about to sing was called "Where Did the Time Go?" Yang Qian wrote, composed, and sang.

Why isn't there Dai Yuni?
"Now this song is sung by him, and then Sister Dai will come out next."

Yang Shihan watched their rehearsal at home, so she quickly helped to explain.

Dai Zhenhong nodded indifferently.

"Hey, Brother Yang, isn't this you?"

Dai Zhenhong looked at the TV, suddenly pointed his finger, turned his head and smiled at Yang Huaping.

Yes, the big book suspended in the air unfolded, and everyone saw that it turned out to be a photo album, and the first page showed a tall, thin, green-faced young man standing with a basketball in his shorts. Photos under the basket.

Although it was the first time for Dai Zhenhong to see this photo, he still recognized Yang Huaping's appearance from his appearance.

"This kid, when did he take out the photos at home?"

Yang Huaping was embarrassing now, Yang Qian hadn't greeted him before, but now he was directly put on the scene of the Spring Festival Gala, making him the focus of people's attention across the country.

Photos are presented one by one.

The next one is a life photo taken by Yang Huaping and Hong Xiaoxia wearing work uniforms. The color photos at that time were relatively ordinary, and they all looked a bit like wedding photos!

Hong Xiaoxia couldn't laugh anymore, she looked at the TV with a disgusted expression on her photo, and complained:
"Last time, he told me that he wanted a photo and asked me to send it to him. How can I show it to others? Isn't it so that the whole country can see it?"

"Haha, Brother Yang, don't worry, you are going to become internet celebrities!"

Dai Zhenhong smiled hehe.

He doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, but what Comrade Dai doesn't know is that if his identity is not too special, he may even become the protagonist of this "album"!

Yang Qian discussed with Dai Yuni, and Dai Yuni was also worried that her father's photo would be recognized by others, so she finally decided to replace it with Yang Qian.

When the photo turned to the one-year-old Yang Qian standing in front of an old building with his father and mother, Yang Qian finally sang softly into the microphone.

"The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots,
The dead trees in the yard are blooming again."

Among other things, Yang Qian's quiet, clear, warm and sad singing voice is very fascinating.

"Half survived a lot of words,

Hidden in a head full of white hair."

When hearing this, the audience in front of the TV did not have a big reaction.

After all, the previous few sentences are like a movie lens, zooming in from a long-focus perspective lens a little bit.Yang Qian's calmly narrating singing seems to be slowly unfolding a picture scroll, and the story about "Parents" is only now being told!

"Little feet in memory,

Meaty little mouth,
Give him your love all your life,

It's just for that parent."

The book on TV is slowly turning the pages, as if there is an invisible hand pushing the passage of time, Yang Qian in the photo is growing up little by little, and there is a little sister beside him
Although Yang Shihan didn't know that her family's photos would be shown to people all over the country, she already had a premonition when she saw the photos of her brother and father appearing on TV.

So, she covered her forehead in embarrassment, but still secretly turned her gaze to the TV, watching herself grow up with her brother little by little.

In fact, Yang Huaping and Hong Xiaoxia are still relatively young in the photos at this moment, the only change is that the youthfulness on their faces has faded little by little.

Time left a clear mark on their faces after Yang Qian was ten years old. Yang Qian grew taller, while Yang Huaping and Hong Xiaoxia entered middle age, and inevitably gained weight and their hairlines receded.
"where did all the time go,

Not enjoyed young age good enough before turning old,

Have children and raise daughters for a lifetime,

My mind is full of children crying and laughing.”

When the chorus started, Yang Qian sang very naturally, his voice was not raised deliberately, but his emotions were gradually raised in his melodious and affectionate singing.

Even a girl like Yang Shihan who doesn't even have a boyfriend can hear the helplessness and sentimentality that make her skin tingle and her heart tremble in his softened tone.
The photos on TV are actually her memories, because Yang Shihan is also watching herself grow up from a baby, and also sees her father and mother getting old.

Where did their youth go?
Probably, they all disappeared secretly in the sound of crying, right?
"where did all the time go,

I haven't had a good look at your eyes yet,

Diesel, rice, oil and salt for half a lifetime,
In a blink of an eye, there are only wrinkles on the face."

The second stanza of the chorus directly broke Yang Shihan's emotions.

Although this song is written from the perspective of parents, the empathy is universal.

Yang Shihan can also think of the presbyopic glasses his father wears, and the increasing wrinkles and gray hair on his mother's face.

Isn't that so?

My brother and I grew up, came out of Hecheng, and happily moved towards a new life, but my parents still stayed in Hecheng, getting old year after year.

She turned her head with red eyes, but she didn't expect to see the wet eyes of her father and mother.

Dai Zhenhong also felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't help wiping the tears bursting from the corners of his eyes.

I really didn't expect that Yang Qian sang such a song, which hit his heart directly.

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth, I gave her my love all my life, just to say my parents."

When he listened to a sentence, his tears came out.

He can still vividly remember the happiness of the first few years when his daughter was born, but he didn't expect that so many years would pass in a short while, and he would grow old all of a sudden.

Comrade Lao Dai is not old-fashioned, he is vigorous and resolute in the company, and everyone says that he is as energetic as a young man.

But old is still old, my physical condition is getting worse every year, and my hair is getting grayer every year, these are indisputable facts.

Fortunately, my daughter has also grown up year by year. Although she is not in business or inheriting her own business, she is also preparing to appear on the Spring Festival Gala, which has become her pride.

He would lament where the time has gone, and he didn't spend time with his daughter, so she grew up and he grew old.

But what Dai Zhenhong thinks more is gratification, and more is hope.

He didn't want to quit his stage too early, and wanted to protect his daughter for his wife.

It doesn't matter if I get old, I hope I can watch her go on in a good and happy way, with this brat who sings always sensational
Dai Zhenhong wiped his eyes again, and looked at Yang Qian who was singing the chorus repeatedly with a complicated mood.

　Easter egg Zhang Xiaohan will show you Wang Zhengliang's performance in the 14 Spring Festival Gala~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)