Taking the stage for the school girl Tianhou, I am on fire

Chapter 63 Touched by Father's Love!
"Tonight's open-air movie, I don't have time to watch it
My wife reminds me to fix the pedal of the sewing machine
I’m going to my neighbor’s house tomorrow, and I’ll borrow some more money~~~”

At this moment, Meng Chen was playing the piano while singing.

Zeng Fan looked at the lyrics on the screen and remained motionless.

He opened his mouth wide and listened carefully.

The same is true for Xia Ranxi, who is sitting on the mentor chair, enjoying the singing of contestant Ming Zai.

If the last song "Quiet" is a sentimental love song for a young boy.

So now Meng Chen has changed his identity.

His voice is no longer young, but old and vicissitudes.

His tone became weak.

As if he is the father in the lyrics.

I saw Meng Chen on the stage continuing to sing:

"This is the text in my father's diary. This is the prose poem left by his youth."

"I looked at it many years later, and I couldn't stop crying. My father has aged like a shadow."

When it was sung here, the public judges in the audience area broke their defenses.

Especially some sensual girls.

They thought of how their father learned to braid their own hair when they were young.

I feel ashamed when I think of junior high school because I dislike my father riding a motorcycle to send me to school.

Thinking of the drop in high school exam grades, I cried on my father's shoulders that I was useless.

At this time, the father was very flustered.

He didn't know how to comfort him.

I could only touch my daughter's head over and over again, pretending to be calm and said: "It's okay, if you fail the exam, you will fail the exam. Just come back if you pass the exam next time. There is nothing to be afraid of."

In the eyes of the daughter, the father is a strong backing.

He is not afraid of anything, and has always been the first to carry the front.

But she didn't know until the day she got married.

It turned out that my father would cry too.

Also shed tears silently.

Not only daughters.

Even the boys present are the same.

Especially when Meng Chen sang those few lines, "At that time, the son was already a real man, and there was a lovely girl who married him. I hope they don't have to live so hard."

The boys suddenly began to understand why their father had to be strict with them.

This is a man's understanding and passing on to a future man.

As the years go by, the son will also become a man who stands upright in the family.

Like myself now, I will take on more responsibilities and face more difficulties. There will also be moments of desperation, exhaustion, and fragile moments of "pain burrowing into my heart".

"This is the footprint left by that generation.
After a few storms, the traces will be erased

This land has made me cry
How many people were buried, the sad past."

When Meng Chen sang to this point, he began to hum softly along with the accompaniment.

He didn't stop playing the piano until the end.

Then he came to the middle of the stage and bowed deeply.

When Meng Chen finished singing, everyone in the audience was extremely moved.

They clapped in the next second.

The applause this time was louder and deafening than the performance of the previous fifteen contestants.

The most exaggerated one was Zeng Fan.

He even stood up directly from the mentor chair and sent his most sincere blessings.

"Ming Tsai, you sing really well!!!"

"Come on!!"

Huang Bingbing walked onto the stage at this moment, she looked at Meng Chen, and smiled and said, "Okay, thank contestant No. 16 Mingzai for bringing us such a nice original song, I'm ashamed to say it, I haven't been home to see you for nearly half a year Parents."

"I believe this song has also resonated with many people, so we will count down for three seconds. Within three seconds, if you support contestant No. 16, press the voting device in your hand, and the instructors will press the green light on the instructor's seat .”

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"The voting channel has been closed!"

Meng Chen looked at the tutor seat in front of him.

I saw four green lights on it!

A whole four!

"Fuck! Four lamps!"

"My goodness!"

"He definitely made the cut."

"Yes, there are four hundred votes here."

The contestants in the waiting room sighed for a moment when they saw the instructors give four green lights.

But they had to admit that Meng Chen sang really well.

There's no reason not to give four green lights.

After the voting ended, Teacher Zeng Fan couldn't wait to hold the microphone. He first looked at Huang Bingbing and said, "Moderator, can I talk now?"

Huang Bingbing nodded: "It seems that our teacher Zeng Fan can't wait any longer."

Teacher Zeng Fan immediately looked at Meng Chen, then put his hands together and said, "Really, you sang really well. I have always wanted to compose a song about my father. This song of yours has given me so much love." Inspiration, let me know for the first time that expressing fatherly love can still be written in this way."

At this time, Wang Mingfeng nodded, and he continued Zeng Fan's words: "I also share the same opinion as Teacher Zeng Fan. First of all, what kind of song is a good song?"

"The simple and unadorned narrative language of "Prose Poems Written by Father" lays out a series of pictures, which are very substituting. The lens records an ordinary small family, and instantly focuses on the entire era, giving people the lens stretching."

In the end, Mr. Wang Mingfeng said with emotion: "You are a singer, you really give us too many surprises every issue."

After Huang Bingbing saw that Wang Mingfeng had finished commenting, she looked at Zhou Chen and said, "Mr. Zhou Chen, do you have anything to say?"

Zhou Chen immediately shook his head with a smile: "The two teachers have already summed it up very well. I have to say that this song really surprised me, because when I first saw the title of the song, I thought it was played by contestant Mingzai. A poem written by his father was adapted, and it turned out to tell a story unexpectedly."

"Okay then, next, Teacher Ran Xi, do you have anything to say about this song or contestant No. 16 Mingzai?"

The lens turns.

Everyone looked at Xia Ranxi.

Xia Ranxi's eyes were slightly reddish.

She first smiled awkwardly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too absorbed in listening to the song just now, so all of a sudden my emotions took over."

"That's right. I think this song doesn't have too much skill, and it doesn't use deliberate sensationalism. The lyrics are very simple. In the singing, I seem to see my father squatting at the door of the house, smoking, and the hand-rolled tobacco is in the father's fingers. As soon as the light went out, the slowly rising smoke made his expression a little blurred."

"I was wondering if it was the only moment when he was relaxed during the difficult years when he was squatting at the door smoking a cigarette."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone applauded collectively.

Because in their eyes.

All fathers are like this.

Maybe after tonight, many people present will pick up the phone, dial the familiar number but haven't contacted for a long time, and call out affectionately: "Dad."

After being moved, Huang Bingbing continued: "Okay, today's sixteen contestants have shown their own style, so who can advance to the top 12 tonight, let's invite the remaining fifteen Players on stage!"

When she finished speaking, fifteen contestants stepped onto the stage one after another.

They looked forward with expectant eyes, as if longing for something.

After a short count, Huang Bingbing stepped onto the stage again, and she already had a list card in her hand.

She glanced at the contestants first, then at the mentors, and finally at the camera and said: "I have to say, everyone is an excellent singer, your singing is enough to move us, but tonight...someone must stay Someone is leaving."

"Then, I will announce the No. 12 contestant with votes!!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience held their breath.

　I recommend everyone to watch the movie "Manslaughter 2", which is currently being screened, a father's great love. After watching it, I feel very touched.

　　In addition, if you think it’s not good, you don’t need to spray it. There are many good-looking entertainment novels at the starting point. My God, I’m almost autistic, and there are still accounts that have never spoken or paid for hundreds of days. , gave me the first scolding comment.

　　


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