
so many people could not imagine that this song would appear in this kind of mood, When the dilapidated ghetto streets of the ghostly fire youth racers insulted each other, When the drunk knocked on the wrong door, took his life and cursed, and the two families had a bitter quarrel,
In a small dilapidated room, Yu Ye gently instructed her daughter how to practice Bel Canto, toil, sound, resonance, And Xiaoshu's image opened the door of talent, the introductory song with a childish voice, and, sad and happy, it gives people a kind of illusory beauty, but it makes people drunk.
Back then, the Yu Ye in the picture no longer looked like a beautiful man, but had a feeling of a time change. Due to his illness, he always swallowed many inferior medicines to suppress the pain in his brain.
He was very pale and always coughed, But whenever I saw Xiao Shuying singing flying insects, I would push him from the bottom of my heart.
"The lyrics written by Xiao Shuying are very good."
"I know my daughter is the best. If your mother heard it in the sky, she'd be so happy."
"You have to write this song well, and let a lot of people sing it so you can see your mother."
Every lonely night, Yu Ye smiled and said to his daughter, Every word is engraved in the heart of Xiao Shuying, who is less than four years old, Let him subtly make his brain think that this is the introduction he made, Every lyric, every paragraph, was made by myself, For example, look at the sky under the night and make the first sentence.
I saw no stars in the big city, and I saw stars in the slums, and I thought of the second sentence, Her mother turned into a worm and left. He thought of the third sentence, the fourth sentence, Because he wanted many people to remember his mother, he made the fourth sentence, In Xiao Shuying's memory, he created the introduction of this song logically, regularly, and well defined.
And my father seemed to be deliberately standing at the end of the corner, watching quietly, In the noblest moment of this song, he just looked, saying nothing, saying nothing,
——
"why!"
"Why!"
On the current stage, under the bright light, Yu Shuying stood up, but roared in a complicated voice, louder than before.he did not understand, she did not,
She also understood, she understood why she always felt that this song was created by herself, and when she was a child, her father subtly let her into it, But why, why, why didn't she sing, With her father's former appearance, she'll also be sexy, Hai Tao's male host's eyes sparkled, and she quickly said sharply: 'She's:
"First, it's because your father's illness is imminent, and he can't support the time and energy to become famous!"
"The second one is that your image is more suited to being famous, so he might want to use you to make you famous and create a genius girl, but he doesn't consider you a true genius and breaks your father's conventional calculations!"
After the male host Hai Tao finished speaking, many of the spectators in the front row agreed.
And the hostess also spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Your father has a good abacus, but I didn't expect you to be truly a genius!"
"And the reason why she didn't dare to sing was because she could only make this song, and this song was left by your mother's envelope!"
"So your father doesn't have any background talent, he's afraid of being discovered later!"
The audience also agreed.
Because Yu Shuying said that after the age of four, Yu's father seemed to have changed someone. He taught Xiao Shuying very roughly.
Moreover, Yu's father did not show what he called talent afterward, which further showed that what the two reporters said was true.
The real genius was Yu Shuying's mother, the woman who left, In the current barrage of slag waves, many female netizens instantly analyzed her.
"The real genius is Liu Shi. He had absolute talent and left an envelope!"
"The "explop is thought to contain children who are cultivating. As a result, Xiao Shuying's talent opened up and Xiao Shuying's life was enlightened!"
"No wonder Liu Shi is leaving. Such an intelligent and outstanding woman would definitely not be willing to follow a man like Yu Ye who was about to die!"
"Hey, poor Xiao Shuying. According to Xiao Shuying's growth trajectory, if she followed her mother, she might grow even more extraordinary!"
Many people sighed frantically, there were many streaks, and the current popularity had exceeded 2 million.
......
And at that time, the last row of seats, at the very end, in the cheap seats, in the,
"Uhuk uhuk." Yu Ye coughed twice, took out a tattered handkerchief and covered his mouth, He spewed out a dark brown blood clot, he did not care much, just wiped the blood from his mouth, he said, a pair of clear pupils in the past, under the usurpation of time, became unageing, Although there were many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, the light in his eyes still had a gentle and kind atmosphere, which was very good, that made people look like a hundred years old and see his unrivalled appearance in the past.
A young man with long eyes, astonished.
He looked a little tired, looked at the envelope, watched Xiao Shuying humming the song in the picture, he didn't know when the tears were flowing by himself, He smiled, thinking of Liu Shi, When he left, when he left, he carried the money with him, leaving only a small debt account book and shadow, nothing left, The memory was too bitter, and he was locked in the depths of his memory. Now that he opened it again, he seemed to have experienced the reincarnation of that period of suffering again.
But when she saw her daughter on stage, she beamed again, sitting up straight, forgetting all the tragic memories in her mind, leaving only warm eyes like light, looking deeper, forgetting all the tragic memories in her mind, She wanted to remember her daughter's current attitude forever in the last warmth of her life.
He did not care about the mocking voices whispering in his ear, It has nothing to do with the passing of life.
She is a traveler, the most lonely traveler, Right now, she just wants to finish the reconciliation with her daughter at the end of her life.
It's quite.
It's like going back to a dilapidated old orange hut.
A father and daughter, depending on each other. *