The system sent me C to debut

Time flies by,

I was a small child at the beginning, but I grew up and went to junior high school.

At this time, the child began to rebel and often confronted his father.
Every time it made my father very angry.

Father's temples have begun to have gray hair, and his body has become thinner.

When he learned that the child skipped classes and climbed over the fence, the father rushed to the school. The teacher scolded the father for not being strict with the child, and the school planned to expel the child.

The father bowed down repeatedly to apologize, and in front of all the teachers and school leaders, he humbled himself into the dust.

At that moment, the high-spirited and vigorous father in the workplace bowed down.

Back home, the father asked the child loudly why he was playing truant.

The child refuted his father angrily, and rushed out the door. The father swayed angrily, and sat down on the sofa, while the mother gave his father peace of mind.

Ten years later, the child has grown up and has become like his father back then, even better than his father.

The child moved out, started to get busy with his career, and often didn't even have time to go home during the Chinese New Year.

That year, my mother passed away, and my father cried like a child.

The father's hair was already half gray. Since the mother passed away, the father often sat alone in the empty house, quietly waiting for the child to come home.

In the evening, I will cook a table of dishes and set up three sets of bowls and chopsticks, waiting for my son to bring his girlfriend back for dinner.

But the son had to work overtime, and a phone call told his father that he would not go back tonight.

A few years later, the child had a successful career and got married. For his career, the child went to work in other places.

The old father's eyes are no longer bright, and seeing things are blurred.

But he still often sits at the gate downstairs, hoping to see the child walk in through the door, and sit for a whole day.

Later, his father died of illness.

It was not until the next day that the neighbors discovered that the body was cold.

When the child rushed home with bloodshot eyes, the father was already lying quietly in the coffin.

The child didn't even catch up with his father's last side.

The child looks talented now, and his suit and leather shoes are exactly the same as his father's back then.

The father was buried, and the son in his thirties hugged his father's photo and knelt in front of the tombstone, crying like a child.

He suddenly recalled that since he was a child, his father was like a pillar, supporting the whole family with those big palms.

Supported his life.

But now, he no longer has a father.
"Am I your pride?"

"Are you still worried about me?"

"The child you care about"

"Grow up"

"Thanks for being with you along the way"

The song is over.

Everyone present was in tears.

Shen Zike broke down in tears.

Liu Xing felt his cheeks were cool, and reached out to touch them, tears had already wet his whole face.

He was really moved by Zhuang Yan's song.

He suddenly wanted to make a phone call to his parents. He hadn't been home for two years, and he didn't know how his parents were doing.

Liu Xing made a decision in his heart.

After filming the movie in hand, he will give himself a month off and go home to spend time with his parents!
He was absent too much when his parents needed him!

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

"I miss my dad so much."

Shen Zike's eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, her face was also bright red, and her voice was hoarse.

The song stopped, but she still couldn't stop crying.

"Woo, brother, you are too annoying!"

"This song is simply too tear-jerking!"

"I miss my parents."

Liao Jie has been working for so many years and has never contacted his parents. He doesn't know if his parents' hair has turned gray.

He clenched the phone in his hand, sniffed hard, stood up, and walked out of the house.

Zhuang Yan's song made him let go of his years of grudges in an instant, and he suddenly figured it out.

No matter how many disagreements he has with his parents, the blood relationship is unbroken, no matter what, he is the child of his parents.

These years, he was too unfilial.

He wants to call his parents immediately, ask for their forgiveness, and tell his parents what he thinks in his heart!

Ah!
thank you!
Zhuang Yan!

He finally figured it out!

When he came outside the house, Liao Jie skillfully called out his mother's phone number.

"toot toot"

After a beep, the phone was connected.

"Hello! Who's there?"

A gentle and somewhat old female voice came from the phone.

Liao Jie's breath was suffocated.

Lips quivered.

".mom."

When the other party was about to hang up the phone impatiently, Liao Jie finally spoke.

The phone went silent for a while,

The next moment Liao Jie clearly heard the sound of the cup falling to the ground and breaking.

He yelled worriedly, "Mom! What's wrong with you!?"

"Jay."

"Is it Jay?"

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, and she asked hastily, with a very nervous tone.

Liao Jie seemed to be able to see the picture of his mother anxiously holding the phone tightly.

At this moment,

The emotions that had just been tidied up instantly collapsed,

"mom"

"It's me. It's my mother.."

Liao Jie's voice choked up, and the grudges that had been held over the years seemed to be instantly resolved at this moment.

There was also crying on the woman's side, and the woman shouted loudly to the busy man, "Old man, come quickly! Jie'er's phone number!"

Then there was a rush of footsteps, and a man's cautious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"dad!"

"Old Liao called his parents, woo woo woo!"

"I'm going to call my parents too! I haven't heard from them in a long time!"

With red eyes, Sun Yizhou kept wiping his nose with a tissue.

Jiang Lou wiped away old tears.

"Zhuang Yan, your song"

"That's great"

At this moment, it seems that there are no adjectives to describe this song,

The tears of everyone present are the greatest recognition of this song!

Zhuang Yan's mood suddenly became very depressed. After the song was over, he didn't get out of the sadness for a long time, and he still closed his eyes tightly.

"Zhuang Yan."

Liu Xing's voice trembled slightly,

This time, he was deeply impressed by Zhuang Yan's composition ability.

"sorry!"

He solemnly apologized to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan opened his eyes, stood up,

"Sorry, I'm going back to my room first."

Right now, he needs to be alone.

Zhuang Yan sang this song with all his emotions, which touched the softest part of his heart, and he couldn't get over it for a long time.

His current state is not suitable for staying under the camera.

Zhuang Yan left after speaking.

Everyone present was deeply rendered by the emotion of the song.

They all looked at the back of Zhuang Yan leaving.

At this moment, they felt the sadness in Zhuang Yan at the same time.

And that loneliness.

"Zhuang Yan"

"It's like a swordsman walking alone in the rivers and lakes, without care and care, but lonely."

"I can't control myself woo woo woo"

After sitting for a while, the others also returned to their rooms.