Among the songs describing father's love, in addition to "Father", there is also a "Prose Poem Written by Father" which is also very touching.

But Luo Mo did not choose the latter.

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

First of all, the age. The child in this song should actually have been born in the late 1970s or early 1980s.

The original lyrics were about a daughter, but Li Jian changed them and sang the son's version.

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

"Prose Poems Written by My Father" is very chronological, and it has a strong sense of separation from Luo Mo's personal identity and family. If the lyrics are changed from beginning to end, then the most essential sense of the chronology of this song will be lost again.

Disappeared.

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

The selection of a song needs to fit the situation, otherwise it will be just mindless pretense.

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

"Yes, Dad, will I be your pride?"

The barrage in the live broadcast also went crazy in an instant.

I don’t know why, but a simple sentence of "[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, we are all just ordinary people.

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

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

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

"I just remember when I got my college entrance examination scores, he said he could straighten his waist even when he went out."

"I really want to cry and blame myself, why?"

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

"I feel so confused. I am eating at home and waiting to die. I am eating my old age. I suddenly feel very guilty."

Time is a really strange thing, it makes people reverse roles.

Just like a passage on the Internet:

"[Twenty years ago.

"Dad, what is this?"

"Dad, why is he like 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, please help me see why it's not moving."

"Son, why is this blinking?"

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

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

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

Zhao Xueqin's whole body was also stiff.

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

This young man no longer shows off his skills, no longer innovates in composition and arrangement, and no longer engages in preludes and interludes.

He just brought out people's simplest emotions to make everyone feel the same.

The singing echoed on the stage.

"[Am I your pride?

Are you still worried about me?

The child you care about,

Grow up.】"

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

It just happened that the simplest four words once again triggered the tear ducts of countless viewers.

"[Dad is old.]"

…

…

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

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

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

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

Liao Ning looked at the overwhelming text "Dad, I miss you" in the barrage and said: "Just say this."

"We don't want to post it in the barrage, real men, just post it to real people!" Liao Ning shouted.

"Ah?" The roommates were all stunned.

Daughters may say such things to their fathers, but most sons may not be able to speak.

But maybe the mood has reached this point, or maybe the atmosphere has reached this point, these big boys picked up their mobile phones and started sending them uniformly.

It didn't take long for them to receive a reply.

Most of the replies were: “Have you run out of living expenses?”

Only Liao Ning watched helplessly as his father's side kept displaying "Inputting", then deleted it, and then "Inputting" again.

In his impression, his father was also a man who was not good at words. Not to mention him, he never said any love words to his mother.

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

"Son, I miss you too."

Perhaps because he thought it was too sensational, he immediately changed the subject and sent another message: "Do you want to take the high-speed rail home for dinner on the weekend? Do you have enough living expenses?"

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

He typed: "When I go home, my living expenses are enough. Don't we teach children to play basketball in our dormitory? We have enough money."

Dad quickly replied: "You earn your own money and save it yourself."

Then, he received a text message and there was an extra amount of money in his bank card.

Not just him, everyone in the dormitory received money from dad.

This made them look at each other, and for some reason, they felt a little uncomfortable.

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

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

….

….

Wucheng, a wedding dress shop.

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

She is about to get married, and will soon leave her parents, head to a new home, and live in her own two-person world.

She was both excited and looking forward to this.

Life will soon be different.

In the lounge of the bridal shop, a live broadcast of "The King of Love Singers" was playing on the TV.

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

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

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

In the past few days, she occasionally rehearsed the process at home. She still held her father's arm with a smile and said: "Comrade Lao Tian, ​​I will hold your arm like this on the wedding day and walk all the way. Please keep your back straight and don't hunch your back."

, leave me in the hands of my husband!”

Lao Tian smiled at him, raised his hand and said, "Copy that!"
To be continued...