The ace agent starts with the girl group

Chapter 405-Light

How to evaluate "Prose Poem Written by Father"?

Xu Qing's choice is not to evaluate.

Many people have performed this song in public, men and women, old and young, some showing off their skills, some emotionally.

But at this moment, Xu Qing felt that no one could sing better than Yang Tutu, although she had already started to go out of tune.

On the big screen of the concert, some old photos flashed back. They were the ones Papa Yang showed to Xu Qing. Xu Qing got these photos from Papa Yang early on under the pretext of scanning and saving them.

It was for Yang Tutu's performance today.

Yang Tutu didn't know about it, and Dad Yang couldn't possibly know about it.

The singing voice floated, and it happened to sing the chorus of the first paragraph.

Father Yang didn't cry bitterly, and didn't even shed tears. At this moment, his eyes were red, and he looked at his daughter on the stage dully.

Perhaps tears would blur his vision, and he wanted to see the daughter on the stage more clearly.

Or maybe most men of this age are used to suppressing themselves, and it is difficult to make any emotional gestures.

Father Yang loves this daughter very much. It is true that some parents in this world are like animals, but Father Yang is not among them.

It's hard for Xu Qing to describe Papa Yang's emotions at this time. Is it surprise, sadness, sadness, or happiness?
Maybe there are.

At the end of the first verse, Yang Tutu held up the microphone and sang the second verse while keeping his emotions stable.

"The crops of 2014 have already been harvested,

My old mother passed away last year,
The daughter wore a ponytail and ran into the campus,
But she has been a little lonely recently and lost a lot of weight.

Thinking about the future, I am old and become a pile of old paper money
The daughter at that time must be very beautiful
There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her back home

But thinking of these, I couldn't bear to look at her..."

Anyone who has been on the stage probably knows that on the stage, due to the lighting, it is actually difficult for the performers to see the people in the audience. No matter how many people there are, it will be pitch black.

But when Yang Tutu sang this passage, Xu Qing felt that her gaze could clearly see Papa Yang and herself through the darkness of the audience and the light sticks of the fans.

Dazed father Yang suddenly collapsed at this moment. He looked at Yang Tutu on the stage, and then turned his head to look at Xu Qing. His eyes shuttled back and forth between Yang and Xu. His eyes, expressions, and body movements were so helpless. .

Like a kid who gets into trouble and doesn't know how to fix it.

In the end, he could only lower his head and cover his face, sobbing silently.

Xu Qing suppressed his sore heart, stretched out his hand and floated on Yang's back, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally took the picture, he knew why Yang's father was helpless like a child.

Because he robbed his most precious treasure.

Maybe he was already prepared, but at this moment, the strong feeling of being hollowed out inevitably hit him like a tide.

How can a middle-aged man who only has a daughter in his life bear it?
The concert and song ended with Yang Tutu's deep bow, but Dad Yang couldn't stop crying. Years of grievances, pain, and depression erupted at this moment.

The fans were sensible and didn't come to disturb him, the eldest aunt and other relatives gathered around Dad Yang to comfort him.

Xu Qing stood behind the crowd, watching quietly without saying a word, what could he say?

Said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will treat Tutu well and honor you well?"

It's meaningless to say these things, Dad Yang may not even be able to tell what he is crying about when he is crying at the moment, it is a good thing to cry, people need to vent.

After the fans dispersed, Dad Yang's mood was still depressed, but at least he calmed down. Everyone went back to the hotel. When they got to the room, Xu Qing saw Yang Tutu with red and swollen eyes. This girl had obviously cried too.

In the suite where Papa Yang lived, relatives sat there chatting and continuing to comfort Papa Yang. Yang Tutu washed up, changed his clothes, and went to find her papa. She wanted to take Xu Qing with her, but Xu Qing didn’t Go, he chose to stay in the room.

The relatives on Father Yang’s side chatted one sentence at a time, which made the atmosphere better. Father Yang no longer fell into a depressed mood, but listened to his relatives’ praises with pride. daughter.

Yang Tutu sat next to him, talking nonsense with his relatives, and occasionally talking about interesting things in the circle.

As he was talking, Dad Yang suddenly seemed to remember something. He took out a gift box from behind him and said to Yang Tutu, "Xiao Xu told me when he sent me back that this is a gift for you. Let me pass it on to you."

"A gift for me?" Yang Tutu took the book-shaped gift box with some doubts.

"Tutu, are you and that little Xu dating?"

"When will you get married?"

When Xu Qing was mentioned, the chatterbox of the relatives opened up again. Yang Tutu was a little embarrassed to deal with it, while opening the gift box.

Opening the box, I saw a red ID lying quietly inside.

"Property certificate?" Everyone saw what was written on the red book.

With a guess in his mind, Yang Tutu picked up the real estate certificate, opened it, and looked at it. It was the real estate certificate of the villa, and the most important thing was that his name was written on it.

"You two bought a house?" Father Yang naturally also saw the name.

"It's not the two of us, he bought the house." Yang Tutu shook his head.

"Xiao Xu wrote your name on the house." The aunt came over and said, "What a big house, have you ever been there?"

"Nanpei's villa is quite big. He took me with him when we went to see the house." Yang Tutu replied honestly.

"The villa, it costs a lot of money, right?" Yang Tutu's aunt took the real estate certificate from Yang Tutu's hand and looked at it carefully.

"It's quite expensive, about [-] million."

"How much?" Yang Tutu's words shocked the relatives present. This money is usually only seen in TV dramas. How can there be such a player around?

"One hundred million and five." Yang Tutu repeated.

"Xiao Xu is so rich?"

"He is a big boss and a big star, how can he have no money?"

"Half of this house is owned by Tutu, more than 7000 million yuan."

"Is this a dismissal?"

"When will you take us to see the [-] million villa?"

The relatives were chattering, but Yang Tutu didn't answer. Her mind is in a mess now. She never thought that Xu Qing would write her name on her house, but Xu Qing did it anyway.

This is not a matter of money or not. Yang Tutu believes that if things go on like this, the two of them will earn more money in the future. Xu Qing has now written his name on it, and asked his father to give it to him. This attitude is unspoken And metaphor.

Father Yang obviously wanted to understand this matter. He looked at Yang Tutu and asked, "You have grown up, and Xiao Xu is a capable person. I won't express too many opinions on your affairs. Anyway, it is best for you to live a good life." OK."

"I know." Yang Tutu nodded.

The atmosphere in the room was ignited again by Xu Qing's gift.

At this time, Xu Qing was in his room with his hands in his pockets looking out the window in a daze. At this moment, he missed his relatives infinitely.

Even Xu Qing's marriage urging words that his mother used to make Xu Qing irritated, are so nostalgic at this moment.

Choose a good girl yourself.

Unfortunately, my mother can't see it.

Resisting his sinking, Xu Qing patted his face, he couldn't think about it any more, because if he thinks about it again, he will get depressed.

He walked to the bathroom mechanically, washed himself mechanically, dried himself mechanically, walked out of the bathroom mechanically, and turned off the lights mechanically.

He lay on the bed shrouded in darkness, staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling.

I don't know how long I watched, the door of the room was opened, the light from the corridor came in, printed on the dark ceiling, and folded into Xu Qing's eyes.

A pretty man walked in through the light, and after closing the door, the light faded, but didn't.

Because there is a soft fragrance in my arms.

(End of this chapter)