Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 74 "Bicycle"

Hearing that the song was sung to his father, Chen Jue was both surprised and delighted, with a trace of complaint. He glanced at his husband and found that he was giggling.

Notice the gaze of his wife.

Han Yize suppressed his smile, and said with a serious face: "This child must have something to say to me, after all, it's almost Father's Day, ha..."

In the end, he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and laughed out loud, looking smug.

Han Xue pouted.

If it was placed a month ago, Dad would never be able to laugh.

Because at that time, my parents were still plotting secretly, trying every means to make my brother give up his dream of going abroad, return to his hometown, take the teaching qualification test, and teach and educate people like them.

Whenever she notices this scene, Han Xue will protest.

But parents will still deny it with righteous words.

I always say, how can there be so many lucky people...

I don't believe that my brother can be so popular.

But now, in just one month, everything has quietly changed.

The future of the teenager seems to be getting brighter and brighter, and the light that has bloomed has attracted the attention of the people of the entire Greater Bay Area.

Even in the school where my parents work, there are quite a few "forest guards". They form a small group, and whenever life is bleak or exciting, they will always shout "forgive me for being unrestrained all my life and loving freedom..."

Ah, it's only a month away...

Everything has changed.

Han Xue shook the support flag in her hand and smiled.

……

"Don't assume I know
Everything is done for me
why so great
It doesn't feel so..."

When many viewers heard that it was a new song, they couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts.

Listening carefully at this moment, I feel that Han Sen's singing is extremely moving at this moment, as if he has completely discarded his skills and returned to the most primitive essence.

That clean cavity, even if it doesn't show off skills, is still touching people's hearts.

Agitated, some people subconsciously followed the singing and applauded one after another.

The applause was orderly and seemed to be beating the beat for the singer.

As more and more people applauded.

Han Sen sighed, squeezed his ears hard, found the rhythm of the music again, and then continued to sing.

"How good is love without saying a word
I only remember touching it once
us on bicycles

With tight back hugs..."

Han Yize was surprised when he heard the lyrics.

He watched his son carefully.

I remembered the picture of father and son walking on the campus of Shenzhen University two days ago.

He likes cycling very much, and when he was younger, he would often take his eldest son Asen to go shopping.

At that time, Asen seemed to be in the first grade of elementary school.

Maybe now the son has forgotten.

But in fact, he still remembered that when he was walking on the beach that day, his son held his waist tightly and told him to ride faster, and then faster.

It was the first time his son hugged him from the back seat, and Han Yize remembered it deeply. Now, more than ten years later, he was riding a bicycle with his son again. Although the time was different, the feeling was the same.

……

Under the stage, Mo Honghong propped her chin and listened carefully to the song. Although she was not proficient in Cantonese, she knew a little bit. In addition, there was a prompt for the song on the big screen behind her, so Mo Honghong's response to Han Sen's This new song showed great interest.

But after listening to the chorus, she felt that it was too bland, but fortunately, the singing voice was so moving that it attracted her to continue listening.

Then I couldn't stop.

The whole person fell into the picture described in the lyrics, feeling lost.

"It's hard to let go, I want to hold you tighter
Life is boundless, like a wilderness

Like a child who can rest on father's shoulders

Who's going to get out of the car—"

At this time, on the stage.

Wu Yu played the guitar, forgetting himself, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the performance.

Zhong Juntao, on the other hand, is very calm and controls the overall situation when playing the piano.

Amidst the faint music, he looked at Brother Sen who was sitting on the edge of the stage, holding on to the teleprompter next to him, and suddenly had an illusion.

At this moment, Brother Sen seems to be abandoned by the whole world.

The lonely back is like a picture scroll frozen for thousands of years...

Life is boundless, like a wilderness.

This is probably the truest psychological portrayal of Brother Sen.

When the chorus plays.

Zhong Juntao was surprised to find that tears were shining in the eyes of many people at the scene, as if they really felt the emotions described in the lyrics.

For a moment, he was in a trance.

Think of your own father.

Father Zhong never praised anything about his son, as if he was always criticizing, reminding his son that someone is much better than him, and telling him from every angle, this is a cruel world, you have to face it alone Yes, ruthlessly punctured all the beautiful illusions Zhong Juntao had about the world and the future in his youth.

In such a native family, Zhong Juntao once thought that the existence of family members was meaningless and would only bring more harm when he was lost.

There will not be any heart-warming and natural interactions between father and son, only the serious face and the quarrels that erupt from time to time.

Later, after Zhong Juntao finished his college entrance examination, he chose a major that surprised everyone, and resolutely gave up any major related to his parents' career.

Now, everything seems to be developing in a good direction, but when he saw his father again not long ago, Zhong Juntao suddenly felt sad.

Time flies.

That man, his temples are graying, and his back is a little hunched...

"It's hard to leave, there are always some

As always the case, inescapable

No matter how cruel the world is
Thinking of this bicycle, there is still happiness to borrow..."

……

In the guest seat, Hong Jinwu sat there quietly, like an autistic patient.

But no one knew how excited he was at the moment.

He loves this song so much.

Whether it is the melody or the lyrics, there is a force that makes him shudder and hits his heart directly.

No matter how manic and exhausted you are before listening to the song.

But just listen to the song.

Hong Jinwu's whole mood was smoothed out.

He plunged into the artistic conception of this song in an instant, and felt that this life seemed like a lifetime away.

In this song.

Hong Jinwu seemed to see the little boy in the white shirt and school uniform a few years ago, sitting behind his father who came to drive him home...

Year by year.

When the little boy grows older, such days are no more.

So, a person and a bicycle, on every lonely night, rode into the city that was first illuminated, and repeatedly bypassed one street after another.

But just don't want to go home.

……

How much do you miss watching Dad's back from the back seat?

The back in that memory is broad and great.

Hong Jinwu cried.

A muscular young man with a cropped head was covering his face, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He still remembers that when he was a child, his father often picked him up from school...

until that day.

My mother came to pick me up early, and asked myself with a smile, father and mother, you choose one.

Hong Jinwu made a choice.

……

Later, the father rode his big black bicycle to pick up the little boy from school for the last time. On the way, he asked his son why he chose this way.

That day, it rained heavily.

The little boy was sitting in the back seat, hiding in his father's big raincoat, with his eyes open and his expression confused.

At that moment, the father's back was very stalwart.

But he rode very weakly.

……

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ps: It's a bit stuck, and I don't want to be perfunctory, delete, delete, modify, and write this short chapter with difficulty, and there is a next chapter, but it may be very late, good night everyone!

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