The number one student in the college entrance examination, I have countless systems

Not everyone was moved by this father, because a small number of fathers are not competent, and some people have no sense of substitution when listening to this song.

Father?Sorry, I only have a mother!
"Fengshen, your song is really good, but I really don't feel it! Because my father ran away with a rich woman, that's a scumbag!"

"My father is a violent man, I hate that man!"

"Well, no need to criticize, your singing is already great!"

"My lacrimal glands are underdeveloped, you want me to cry, that's all?"

"Want us to cry? If you have the ability, come up with a mother!"

Boom, Chen Dongfeng snapped his fingers: "You want me to sing a song about mother? As you wish!"

His eyes fell on his mother, Li Hanyan.

Mother is still so beautiful, time seems to have left no trace on her body.

Well, as the wife of the richest man, with the blessing of the power of money, even the devouring power of time is smaller.

But no one can deny a mother's contribution to the family.

I can be as good as I am today, apart from some inhumane tricks and perseverance, family reasons are especially important.

"A mother is dedicated to all the mothers in the world."

offstage.

There was joy on Li Hanyan's face: "This baby didn't hurt in vain!"

"I knew Dongfeng would be able to keep a bowl of water level. If he only sings about his father and not about his mother, I will punish him!" Chen Weiqing held his wife's hand tightly.

"Someone will take your new schoolbag for you, someone will take your flower umbrella in the rain, someone will wrap your favorite three delicacies stuffing for you, and someone will wipe your tears of grievance for you. Ah, this person is my mother." , Ah, this person is my mother, this person gave me life and a home..."

No gimmicks, only true emotion.

The simple lyrics opened in everyone's mind like a picture scroll.

I still remember going to school when I was a child, and my mother followed behind with a schoolbag on her back.

When it rains, the mother's flower folds an umbrella.

My favorite is the dumplings made by my mother.

The children recalled the time they spent with their mother, there were warm scenes and noisy scenes.

Think again of my mother's gray hair now.

Some people's eyes were moist.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." some people even started to cry, thinking of their dead mothers.

It is the tragedy of many people that a child wants to support but does not wait for his relatives.

Some people need catharsis right now.

Those mothers also had tears in their eyes.

Raising the children with shit and pee, they have fulfilled their responsibilities as mothers.

But no matter how old the child is, it is the treasure of the mother.

"Ah, no matter how far you go, no matter what you are doing, you will never be able to leave our mother."

"When you are in a foreign country, someone is caring about you. When you go home, someone makes hot tea. When you lie on the hospital bed, someone sheds tears. When you smile, someone is happy."

Brother Xun once said: The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy.

But at this moment, the joys and sorrows of human beings are interlinked.

Chen Dongfeng had just finished singing for the first time, and took the microphone away from his mouth, feeling a little sour.

Being a mother is indeed not easy.

As people often say, women are weak at heart, but mothers are strong!

As a mother, Li Hanyan was moved. At this moment, she thought of her mother.

Back then, I was really self-willed, which made my parents sad.

Thinking of the sad place, I couldn't help sobbing softly.

At this moment, a pair of big hands held her in his arms.

Li Hanyan looked at Chen Weiqing and leaned on his shoulder.

One hand gently patted and comforted Li Hanyan, and the other hand took out a tissue to wipe Li Hanyan's tears.

Many mothers sobbed, and the husband next to him comforted his wife just like Chen Weiqing.

"Ah, this person is a mother"

"Ah, this person is my mother"

"..."

When Chen Dongfeng sang for the second time, a small group of people sang along. The reason why most people didn't sing along was because they were immersed in memories and were busy crying.

Some people sang, and their voices became a little choked up. They wanted to sing to their mothers, and even though their mothers might not be able to see or hear them, they still wanted to sing.

"We must never forget our mother."

The song is over.

We are still in the memory.

Chen Dongfeng looked at those people with red eyes, some of them were more happy and would never cry before, but they cried more sadly than anyone else.

In a family where the father is not responsible, then a mother will assume the responsibility of the father.

Their mothers are even more miserable!
Nobody laughs at these guys, they need a catharsis.

There is too much pressure in this era, and the collapse of adults is often instantaneous. They need a way to vent!

Just like some time ago on the subway, a person cried when he learned of his mother's accident, which is really heartbreaking.

Fortunately, this era is getting better and better, and there will be fewer regrettable things.

After waiting for a few minutes, some people's emotions slowly calmed down.

"Now I will play a piano piece for you."

Chen Dongfeng, who had just finished singing, took a microphone and looked around.

Now that emotional resonance has been achieved, the next step is spiritual resonance.

Seeing the audience like this now, the spiritual resonance is still a little bit short.

He wants to play a piece of piano music, slowly pulling the audience from emotional resonance to spiritual resonance.

Otherwise, direct spiritual resonance may not necessarily allow the audience to resonate with oneself.

The power of singing combined with the power of piano music can make the audience move from emotional resonance to spiritual resonance.

Piano piece?
Some people's eyes lit up, and everyone had been waiting for Chen Dongfeng's piano music for a long time.

I don't know what kind of surprise Chen Dongfeng, the god of piano, will bring to everyone?
The stage staff put the piano on the singing stage.

""Kikujiro's Summer" is for everyone."

Chen Dongfeng bowed deeply to everyone.

Putting aside prejudices, Kikujiro's summer piano piece is indeed excellent, and it is charming with emotion.

Although I don't like the islanders, I can't deny its excellent works.

Walking towards the piano, he slowly sat on the piano chair, raised his hands and placed them on the keys.

When the sound of the keys slowly sounded, as Chen Dongfeng played, people's emotions were slowly pulled back.

Because the song sung earlier aroused the emotions of the audience, everyone listened attentively to Chen Dongfeng's performance this time.

Chen Dongfeng played the piano piece, but it seemed to be telling a story in everyone's heart.

Listening to Chen Dongfeng's piano sound is like watching a movie.

The color of childhood will become the background color of life.A happy person spends his childhood warming his life.

Unfortunate people spend their whole life to heal their childhood.

One day we will have to come to terms with ourselves.

This healing piano piece has completely calmed down many people's emotions.

During the performance, he found that his mental strength increased a little, because the audience began to listen to Chen Dongfeng's performance with full attention.

Every song of his can bring people into the lyrics. This feeling is shared by the audience and those who have heard it, but they have never paid attention to it.

Even the audience didn't realize this, and Chen Dongfeng completely captured this subtle change.

He and the audience's spiritual frequency are on the same channel, and they are slowly resonating, and their spiritual power is also slowly growing.

"Efforts are not in vain, hard work will always pay off, it's just a matter of time."

Chen Dongfeng smiled, as if he was talking to himself, but also to everyone.