Chapter 180 Time Slows Down

Among the songs about fatherly love, in addition to "Father", there is also a "Prose Poem Written by Father" that is also very touching.

But Luo Mo did not choose the latter.

Because almost all the lyrics of the song are inconsistent with him.

The first is the age. The child in this song should have been born in the late 1970s or early 1980s.

The original version of the lyrics is about the daughter, but Li Jian changed it and sang the son version.

At the same time, there is no overlap between the role of father in it and Luo's father. The lyrics even clearly stated that grandma has passed away, but Luo Mo's grandparents are still alive.

"Prose Poems Written by Father" has a sense of age, and the sense of separation from Luo Mo's personal identity and family is too strong. If the lyrics are changed from beginning to end, then the most essential sense of age of this song will disappear again.

Then this is not taking out a classic good song, but a waste.

The selection of a song needs to fit the situation, otherwise it will be a no-brainer.

When the phrase "[Am I your pride]" was sung, a large number of young audiences twitched in their hearts.

"Yeah, Daddy, will I be your pride?"

The barrage in the live broadcast also fell into madness in an instant.

I don't know why, but a simple sentence "[Am I your pride]" touched the hearts of countless people.

Because we all know in our hearts that we are just one among all living beings, and we are all just ordinary people.

We may not be so good, not so successful, and we are not the so-called [other people's children] at all.

During the live broadcast, a large number of barrages swept over.

"I'm sorry Dad, I haven't done anything."

"I just remember that when I got my grades in the college entrance examination, he said that he could straighten his back when he went out."

"I want to cry so much, I blame myself so much, why?"

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't get into the university we agreed on this year."

"I'm in a daze, I'm eating at home waiting to die, I'm gnawing on my old age, I suddenly feel guilty."

Time is such a strange thing, he makes people switch roles.

Just like a passage on the Internet:

"[Twenty years ago.

"Dad, what is this?"

"Dad, why is he doing this?"

"Dad, look at this, what's going on?"

"Dad, you can even fix a TV."

Twenty years later.

"Son, what are you playing with?"

"Son, help me see why it's not moving."

"Son, why is this flashing?"

"Son, you can even fix computers."]"

In the lounge, Chen Shanqi was already crying, and Sun Yi's eyes were red.

They didn't expect Director Luo to bring such a song.

Zhao Xueqin's whole body was also stiff.

He didn't expect Luo Mo to bring such a song that hit the soul directly.

This young man stopped showing off his skills, stopped making innovations in composition and arrangement, and stopped doing preludes and interludes.

He just took out people's most simple emotions to make everyone feel the same.

The singing echoed across the stage.

“[Am I your pride?

Are you still worried about me?

Your dear child,

grown up. 】”

As soon as this sentence came out, only four large characters appeared on the big screen on the stage.

It happened to be the simplest four words, but it once again detonated the tear glands of countless audiences.

"【Dad is getting old.】"

……..

……..

In Shanghai, sports student Liao Ning watched the live broadcast with his roommates in his dormitory.

It's hard to imagine that a group of men who are about 1.8 meters tall gather together, holding back tears one by one, and then ask each other: "Are you crying?"

Liao Ning had a sudden thought and said, "Should we send a WeChat message to Dad together and see how he responds?"

While listening to the song, the roommates asked, "What are you posting?"

Liao Ning looked at the overwhelming [Dad, I miss you] in the barrage, and said, "Just send this sentence."

"Let's not post it in the barrage, real men, just post real men directly!" Liao Ning shouted.

"Huh?" The roommates were all taken aback.

Daughters may say this to their father, but most sons may not be able to speak.

But maybe it's the mood, or maybe the atmosphere is already here, these big boys picked up their phones and started to send them in unison.

It didn't take long for them to hear back.

Most of the responses were: "Is the cost of living gone?"

Only Liao Ning watched as his father kept displaying 【Inputting】, then deleted, and then 【Inputting】again.

In his impression, his father is also a man who is not good at words, let alone him, he never had any love words with his mother.

After a while, he received a few words of reply.

"Son, I miss you too."

Maybe it was too sensational, so they immediately changed the subject and sent another message: "Do you take the high-speed train home for dinner on weekends? Is the living expenses enough?"

Liao Ning and his roommates looked at each other, and everyone decided to go home this weekend.

He typed: "Going home, living expenses are enough. Don't we all teach children how to play basketball in our dormitories? The money is enough."

Dad quickly replied: "You earn money yourself, save it yourself."

Then, he received a text message that there was a sum of money in the bank card.

Not only him, but everyone in the dormitory received money from his father.

This made them look at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

They sent a WeChat message saying they would return the money.

The reply I received was: "Be obedient, Dad is rich."

 ….

 ….

Wucheng, a bridal shop.

Tian Weiwei is trying on wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses with her bridesmaids.

She is getting married soon, and will soon leave her parents, go to a new house, and live in her own two-person world.

She was both excited and looking forward to this.

Life will be different in no time.

In the lounge of the bridal shop, the live broadcast of "The King of Love Songs" is playing on the TV.

Originally, the little sisters were chattering about clothes, but as Tian Weiwei gradually fell silent, everyone turned their attention to the TV.

Luo Mo's singing echoed in the lounge, Tian Weiwei felt like crying for some reason.

She likes her boyfriend very much and has been looking forward to the wedding day.

Occasionally rehearsing the process at home these few days, she still smiled and held her father's arm, saying: "Old Comrade Tian, ​​I will hold you like this on the wedding day and walk all the way. Please be sure to straighten your back and don't hunch your back." , hand me over to my husband!"

Lao Tian smiled at him, raised his hand and said, "Got it!"

After finishing speaking, he tried his best to straighten his back, walked around the living room a few times, and asked, "Is this okay, Comrade Xiaotian, please check!"

Tian Weiwei laughed at the side.

Looking at his daughter with a bright smile, Lao Tian turned his head and walked into the bathroom for some reason.

Daughter, I'm getting married...

At this moment, Tian Weiwei was sitting in the center of the sister group, weeping uncontrollably.

She picked up her cell phone and called Lao Tian.

"Dad, I suddenly don't want to get married anymore." Her voice was choked with tears.

"Hey, Weiwei, why are you crying?"

"Weiwei, don't cry, tell dad what's going on."

"Did you quarrel when picking out the wedding dress?"

"Weiwei, talk, dad is very anxious like you are."

"Tell me, which bridal shop is it in? Dad is coming here now. Did he bully you? Did he treat you badly!?"

"Stinky boy, Dad will settle the score with him when the time comes. Don't cry, Weiwei, if you don't want to get married, then we won't get married. Dad will take you home, dad will take you home, let's go home..."

……..

……..

This song is not long, and it will be sung quickly.

At the end of the song, the last line of lyrics is:

“【Thank you for having you along the way.】”

Luo Mo put one hand on the microphone stand, lowered his head slightly, and ended the whole song.

For some reason, he thought of a poem written by a certain student of Peking University at this moment.

“[I am one of the many events that make my parents old]

Job title, mortgage, price of beef

I am among them, the most enduring

I'm the only matching condition for this middle-aged couple

Common disease, twenty-three years

testing their marriage all the time

I'm pretty much patience itself

I'm the tired profile, the cussing pause

I am the larger stone in the flowing water

Divide the tear into two. 】”

When he saw this poem for the first time, he was shocked in his heart.

Oh, Huaxia's parents

Backstage, Ke Ming directed the camera to sweep across the faces of the audience.

Many girls cry with makeup.

Presumably there will be more people crying while watching the live broadcast, right?

As for the judges, there were several professional judges crying, and Lu Yi, who was sitting in the first row, burst into tears.

The hostess came on stage at this time, and she was a little at a loss.

Her eye sockets were also red, and she didn't know if she should ask Teacher Lu Yi to comment.

He saw the biggest emotional ups and downs, but it was also because his emotional ups and downs were too high that she couldn't bear it.

However, Lu Yi raised his head and waved to the people around him, motioning to give him the microphone.

As soon as he picked up the microphone, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the first sentence he said was: "Luo Mo, I give you full marks for your song "Father"."

As soon as this remark came out, it did not cause an uproar in the audience.

On the contrary, many people even approve.

There may be emotional factors in it, but no one is surprised.

Lu Yi continued: "Perhaps many viewers will send a WeChat message or make a phone call to Dad after watching the show and listening to the song."

"Don't feel shy or embarrassed. You don't know how many people in this world envy you. They envy you that you can still make phone calls with Dad... and Dad."

Having said that, he put down the microphone and didn't say anything more.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to support but the relatives don't wait.

Can't wait!

How could a person who seemed so tall when he was a child turned into a box he held in his hands?

He didn't even have time to let him have a good day.

Not a day.

Therefore, his favorite part of the whole song is the first line of the chorus.

"Time time....

Slow down. "

(ps: the first update.)