There is a bridge in front of you.

There are girls on the bridge.

The girl is singing.

But the singing voice is very familiar.

Ding Peng and Ding Cailin came to the front of the crowd. When they saw Ding Ding singing seriously and focusedly with a guitar, Ding Cailin collapsed directly. The little beauty hurriedly covered her mouth and tears came out.

Ding Cailin is known as the little witch. Although she was often chased and beaten by her father in the past, she rarely cried, especially after working in a bar, because she knew that tears were useless in reality except to show your weakness.

But now she couldn't help it.

When they were at home, their third sister said they lived well in Kyoto, and sometimes they were envious, but what was going on in front of them?

Is this good?

The weather is a bit cold now. Ding Ding is not wearing thick clothes. She holds a big guitar and hangs it on her body like a giant, making her body even thinner.

"Dad...Dad, it's the third sister." Ding Cailin's lips trembled for a long time before he said this.

Ding Peng sighed and said, "I know."

"Why is she singing here? Why is she the only one left? Didn't there be five people when they came out?"

"I'm very curious about this, too."

"Don't let her sing, Dad, the third sister is so pitiful."

Ding Peng didn't say anything, he just stood there and watched quietly.

At this time, Ding Ding finished singing a song, then nodded and bent down to the surroundings to express his gratitude to everyone who watched, while some people threw a dollar or two into a guitar box.

Just as Ding Ding was about to bend down to thank the east, she suddenly was stunned.

She saw two people, a beautiful girl covering her mouth and crying, and a middle-aged man watching herself laughing.

"...Dad? Second sister?"

Ding Ding was stunned for a long time before shouting in disbelief.

Ding Cailin burst into tears, hurriedly ran over, hugging Ding Ding.

"Are you stupid? Didn't you say you're good? Why are you singing here? What about the others?" Ding Cailin said crying.

Ding Ding laughed at this time and said, "The others are gone, I'm the only one now."

"Why don't you go home?"

Ding Ding didn't say anything, but looked at Ding Peng.

Ding Peng walked over, touched Ding Ding's head gently, and said, "I told you that even if you fail, you can still hold your head up and your chest up when you go home. At least you dare to do it. This is a kind of success."

Ding Ding's eyes turned red, she hugged Ding Peng and said, "I won't go back, I will succeed. Dad, don't worry about me."

Ding Peng patted Ding Ding's back and said, "Then keep singing, come on, Dad will sing with you."

As he said that, Ding Peng took off Ding's guitar.

Ding Ding and Ding Cailin were both stunned. Sing together? Can dad sing?

Everyone around was puzzled at this time, thinking that this girl was singing well, but why did the two of them suddenly come in and hugged each other and cry? However, from the names of both sides, I quickly understood that this girl was the daughter of this middle-aged man.

"Hey~ There are always a lot of helplessness in life. If you have some ability, who would let your children sing here in a cold weather?"

"Look at this guy's clothes are pretty good. Could it be that he abused the child?"

"No, you see he is going to sing with his daughter."

"Shan, what good song can a middle-aged uncle sing? After leaving, there is nothing good about the family."

Some people were about to leave, but at this moment, a guitar suddenly sounded.

Ding Peng stood in front of the microphone, holding the guitar in his arms, and he was quite decent.

Next to him, Ding Cailin and Ding Ding were both a little stunned. They just heard their father say that they were asking Ding Ding to play the guitar and he sang, but what happened? Why did Dad pick up the guitar?

"Dad, you..."

Ding Cailin wants to say, do you know how to play guitar?

But before she finished speaking, Ding Peng's finger gently stroked the guitar strings, and the sound flowed out. Then he smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that your dad had learned music for a while before marrying your mom."

Ding Ding: "..."

Damn, it happened before marriage again?!

Ding Cailin and Ding Ding doubted whether their father didn’t sleep every day before getting married, so why did he learn everything?

While they were speechless, Ding Peng had already started.

The fingers gently tweaked the guitar strings, and the low and melodious music flowed out.

Under the setting sun, I welcome the fragrance

Whose girl is it

I stood on that small bridge

You sing sadness

Little girl singing on the bridge

Your eyes are flowing

You said someone is showing off

Memorize your hometown alone

You look gorgeous, you are generous

Standing on the bridge, I listen to your singing

I said, girl on the bridge, your fragrance

I'll put you in peace

Carved into my chest

Girl on the bridge, your sorrow

I'll keep you safe

Don't want you to wander

......

Ding Peng sang his singing, his voice was low and magnetic, sincere and smearing vicissitudes. With these lyrics, the people around him who were originally noisy suddenly became quiet, and then they looked at the middle-aged uncle who was holding the guitar and singing by himself.

“This song…is good.”

"Oh my God, this song is so good with his daughter, right? His daughter just sang here. Listen to the lyrics and the sound of this song, I wonder if he prepared it in advance."

"Who is this uncle? Why haven't you heard of it before?"

Everyone was talking quietly.

Beside him, Ding Cailin and Ding Ding were completely stupid.

The two of them had their eyes wide open and their mouths wide, as if they had been used by someone to impose a fixed technique, and they remained motionless.

At this moment, the two of them were in a state of turmoil. They never dreamed that the former drunkard father would do this. Isn't that amazing?

Especially Ding Ding, she studied music. Although she only graduated from a technical secondary school, the little girl still has a deep understanding of music.

Ding Peng's lyrics and music compilation and chanting are almost all professional-level, even much better than many professional singers.

"Three...Sister Three, our dad is really a treasure dad." Ding Ding said unconsciously after a long time.

Ding Cailin nodded numbly and said, "It's so handsome. Our dad is really so handsome. How could there be such a handsome dad in the world?"

Ding Peng was still singing, his breath was so smooth that it was outrageous, and his guitar was so skillful that he was desperate.

In the crowd, many people took out their phones and started taking pictures, recording videos, and then quickly passed the photos and videos out.

A man in his thirties sent out a recorded video and then quickly called.

"Director Zhao, please watch this video. There is a song sung by a middle-aged man at the entrance of the community where I live. I have never heard of it before, but it sounds very nice. I personally think it has great development value."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao."

A beautiful girl in her twenties posted the video in her group of friends and said excitedly: "It's so big, it's so big, it's so big, you guys see what I found. It's on the small artificial lake bridge not far from my community. This middle-aged uncle is really handsome. The song he wrote for his daughter, no, it should be a song he made after seeing his daughter sing. It's so awesome!"

......

Many people are talking about it, many people are talking about it.

The crowd is getting bigger and bigger, and more people are getting more and more. Almost all people passing by here after get off work are attracted by the song and lyrics. Some people stop to look at it and leave, but more people listen to it and stop leaving.

A woman of twenty-four or five years old was holding a little boy about three years old in her hand. The little boy said, "Mom, the eldest brother sang well."

The young woman smiled and said, "That's the uncle."

"Oh, mom, I like uncles. Can you give birth to an uncle for me?"
To be continued...