Chapter 103

(please turn on the song "where's the time gone" and turn it to the single cycle mode. Rabbits should try to replace the lyrics as little as possible. Let's listen and watch it by ourselves, Moda.)

Suddenly, the whole audience was quiet. There was no exciting prelude, no heavy drums, no exaggerated body language, no accompanying dance. A piano, a person, ten fingers walked upstream of the black-and-white keys, and the gentle melody floated in the air.

Han Mo's songs are never to win the competition. He sings for people who understand, for himself, and for every ordinary people.

At the end of the prelude, Han Mo's low magnetic voice came out of the microphone.

"The old tree in front of the door grows new buds

Dead trees bloom again in the yard

I've saved a lot of words for half my life

Hide in the white hair... "

His mind flashed past memories. At that time, he was perverse and rebellious. He felt that his parents were backward in thought. It was painful to say a word with them, as long as he could leave home and go anywhere.

At this time, he suddenly found that his mother, who loved beauty most, had to dye her hair to cover her gray hair. His tall and strong father even needed help to squat down. His parents, who had been teaching at school for half a life, now have to look for reading glasses for half a day when reading a text message, stretch their arms with a mobile phone and giggle at the screen, Just to see the photos and news about his son's recent situation.

Every time he ran away from home after a quarrel, his mother would secretly call him money. Knowing that his son refused to answer the phone, he could only send text messages, "son, when the money arrives, pay attention to your health. If the money is not enough, tell mom that mom has money. When you get home, don't blame your father for his bad temper. It's not easy for you to eat what you want outside. Don't wrong yourself. "

But when Han Mo made a little money and bought something for her, her mother always said, "don't buy again next time. It's not easy for you to make money. Don't spend money indiscriminately."

Han Mo didn't understand at that time. Now he can only say silently in his heart, why can you give me everything, but the little money I spent for you is wasted.

There are some principles that you have to grow up to understand, but some people don't necessarily wait until you grow up

The most terrible thing is never that your parents keep nagging in your ears when you get home, but that you pull your luggage, open the door and shout loudly at the empty house, "Dad, mom." But no one answered.

"Where has time gone..."

Just like Han Mo at the moment, all he could think about was whether Xuanxuan cried and smiled, whether she was happy or wronged, and tried everything to live better for her. Comb her hair, dress her, fasten her buttons, teach her to talk, tell her stories, and walk with her hand. These are the most common things Han Mo, as his father, has done for him, and his elderly parents have done for him.

It was only once that he took all this for granted that he found that the most trivial and common things were the warmest and sincere love in the world.

It turns out that your parents are the ones who love you most with the least time and mind.

"Where has time gone..."

When I was a child, I was beaten and cried by my mother. When I grew up, I wanted to be beaten by my mother again. When you are 40, 50 and 60 years old, how happy it is if you can still be beaten by your parents with a stick.

When you choose gifts for your parents, you always hear that you don't want to buy this one and that you don't like it, but they can take out their life savings just to get married, buy a house and marry a daughter-in-law... Is it raising children to prevent old age? It's good to have parents.

Han Mo poured all his emotions into this song. He learned a lot of truth after he was a father. Although it was a little late, although his parents were old, it was good. Fortunately, they were still there and had a chance to make up for it.

The whole audience was quiet, only a faint sob could be heard.

Lei Jia took down her glasses and pinched the center of her eyebrows.

Shuya took the paper towel from the staff.

Zhai Xuhong's eyes.

The comments updated in real time on wechat kept rolling.

"This song is good everywhere, but it costs paper."

"When I was a child, I always deliberately raised the price when I went home. Now when I go home, I always deliberately say the price is very low. When I was a child, I was wronged outside. When I came home, I cried and told my mother. Now I am wronged outside. I am still happy to tell my mother when I go home. Don't worry about me. It's good outside. When I was a child, I always wanted to have my own house and never wanted to live with my parents. Now I always want to buy a bigger house and pick up my parents. "

"If I can go back to the past, I just want to go back to April 6, 2013. I will put aside all my work and stay at home next to my father. He is absolutely not allowed to go out. Don't go out, don't go anywhere, just stay at home. Dad, are you okay over there? "

"In the past, I always thought my mother was slow and slow. When we went shopping together, we couldn't see the price sign clearly. I had to help. Now I suddenly find that she is not slow, but she is old. When I was a child, she helped me buy clothes. In the future, I will help her buy clothes. "

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not wait. When parents one day can't remember anything, can't answer, and repeat all the old stories, please don't blame them. When they can't hold the comb stably, can't fasten the buttons, and their clothes will be dirty when eating, please don't urge them, because you are growing up slowly, but they are getting old slowly.

"Where has time gone..."

"... in the twinkling of an eye, there are only wrinkles on your face."

The piano sound is soothing and long, and the world is quiet. No matter at the scene, in front of the computer or in front of the TV, listening to songs and thinking about their stories, netizens' comments are still brushing the screen, but more people don't comment. They don't want to, but don't dare. Some regrets can only be hidden in their hearts and weep silently in the dead of night.

Han Mo sang the last sentence. His slender fingers continued to swim on the keys. The sound of the piano gradually weakened until it disappeared, and the action stopped in the air

At that moment, all the audience whose hearts were badly hurt stood up and applauded, ignoring the tears from the corners of their eyes. The touched heart could not be calm for a long time, and the applause continued.

The chief director didn't arrange the staff to maintain order. At the moment, he also clapped hard.

Han Mo got up and bowed deeply to the audience. He bowed to the camera again.

Meng Si wiped the corner of his eye, "this smelly boy cried for me again." As soon as the voice fell, I heard someone sobbing behind me, and it was very loud.

Meng Si glanced back. Pang was squatting in the corner crying. He walked towards Pang, "don't howl."

Pang Xie cried and said, "I haven't called my mother for a month. She's always afraid of affecting my work. She doesn't dare to call and let me have time to call her, but I always forget. It's delayed for a month." Xiao Pang wiped his tears hard.

Meng Si said "tut" and gently raised his leg to give Xiao Pang a foot. "Cry, cry, you know to cry. Don't call now. What are you waiting for?"

"Well, I'll fight now." Little Ponzi ran down the corridor holding the phone.

Looking at the back of Xiao Pang running away, Meng Si smiled, then sighed gently and lowered his eyes, "I don't know how my parents are living there." The just dried corners of the eyes moisten again.

PS: every time the rabbit comes home, my father goes to the station to pick me up. There is no elevator in the old building where he lives. He has a 24 inch suitcase. It's not hard for my father to carry it on his shoulder. Four years after college, I have the impression that my father has been so powerful. Until I came home not long ago, my father still carried the suitcase. He stopped halfway. Then he said, "you go first, I'll have a rest." The rabbit laughed at his father, "you lack exercise. You didn't bother before. Now you have to rest." Dad said half jokingly, "I still take your father as a boy." Where has time gone? Time has slipped between your fingers. It has slipped away from every holiday you miss because you don't want to go home because of the trouble of working in other places, every time you forget to call because you are busy working overtime, and every time you collide with your parents because of trivial things