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Chapter 500 Then Sing Another Song

Stories are always depicted in reality.

But often the reality is worse than the story. In those years, the father devoted himself wholeheartedly to his children. Now that the father is old, he feels distressed but helpless.

Xu Fan was singing quietly, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes.

In his mind, he thought about the bits and pieces of the past, the only memory about his father, and it seemed to be more complete with the lyrics of this song.

In the live broadcast room, countless viewers discussed and burst into tears.

"Brother Fan, thank you for this song. Thank you so much. I was young and ignorant at that time. Now that I think about it, I realize that I have missed it for too long. Please forgive me for crying, even if I am a man. There were also tears."

"You can't wait to give me the best things in the world and hold me in the palm of your hand, but I can't give you the same love... Dad, I miss you so much."

"My father, whom I see once a year, always shed tears quietly when I boarded the green train. My son still has great things to do. You protect me, and I protect the country."

"Promoted to be a father this year, now sometimes I still act like a child, but I am mature when I am a father. Because my father once said: You are the most solid wall in this family, you cannot fall down, It can't be broken either."

"Now when it comes to my father, everything is just a memory. A song made me cry non-stop. Brother Fan, how could you do this."

"I missed my father again, and I started to suffer like suffocation again. When my father was alive, all the wind and rain in the world bypassed me and leaned towards him. But now, I am left in this hard-working world, facing everything alone. Dad, I really miss you."

"My father came to my dream yesterday, but I couldn't find him in the end. I didn't even have time to say a word to him, even if it was goodbye."

Xu Fan didn't know the content in the live broadcast room, he just sang seriously.

The chorus continues to say that this is a prose poem left by my father, but my father is as old as a pile of old newspapers.

When the words "old newspaper" corresponded to the word "shadow" in front, both Xu Fan and the audience could not help but feel sad, with unspeakable sadness in their hearts.

The wrinkles on his face were deep, the color of old newspapers stretched, and the old newspapers looked limp and weak.

People in the shadows are always behind the light.

Father, that was when perseverance was the pillar behind me, but many years later, when I remembered it again, or finally understood it, all this seemed to have changed, and it was no longer what it used to be.

This is that generation
footprints

after a few storms

about to erase the traces

This land once made me cry

How many people's sad past has been buried in it

When Xu Fan sang the last line of the lyrics, countless rockets, airplanes, and all kinds of rewards appeared in his live broadcast room and flew all over the sky.

Xu Fan sat there without speaking for a long time, because he was thinking about many things in his heart.

Father's diary seems simple, but the notebook is a bit vicissitudes. After many years of preservation, the words between the lines are still so beautiful.

Those seemingly simple lives are the footprints left by my father. With the passage of time, we have understood those truths ninety-three.

But those traces will eventually be erased and disappeared.

How many people's bitterness and past events are buried in this land, and the past of the story seems to have really become the past.

But my father's memory suddenly became clearer.

Netizens in the live broadcast room expressed a certain emotion on the barrage with their own ideas.

Some comforted Xu Fan, some comforted netizens, some told their deepest feelings, and some missed their father at a loss.

Xu Fan was sitting in front of the live broadcast room, and Han Zilu was sitting opposite her. She was already in tears when she left.

He, who is also from the countryside, also remembered the bits and pieces of his father many years ago, but now that it is Chinese New Year, he has never returned home. For a while, she couldn't help crying.

What Xu Fan and Han Zilu didn't know was that outside Xu Fan's room, Xu's mother squatted there wiping tears, and the same tears kept falling.

Of course Xu Fan's voice is familiar to him, but when those words were sung, deep in her heart she also remembered the scene of her being with him at that time.

Bringing children and doing farm work, although tiring, the days when two people are together are worthwhile and happy.

Then he suddenly disappeared, and all this seemed to have changed.

Similarly, at this very moment, people from all over the country called their father, and some people looked at their father beside them and said, "Dad."

Maybe there is no blessing, or words like I love you.

But they couldn't help but glanced at their father and called out "Dad"

Then she hugged her parents and cried sadly.

This Spring Festival is a bit strange.

"I'm Not the God of Medicine" made countless people cry, and Xu Fan's new song "Father's Prose Poem" made countless people cry.

Touched and easy to cry, but no one thinks Xu Fan like this is annoying. On the contrary, because it is Chinese New Year, more people like him more deeply.

Xu Fan took a deep breath, looked at the live broadcast room and said, "I'm sorry, dear friends."

Xu Fan's sorry words seemed a little nonsensical. Hearing Xu Fan's words, the fans in the live broadcast room hurriedly asked: "Brother Fan, what's wrong? Saying sorry for Shennong?"

For a while, apart from intermittent texts about his father, many people couldn't help asking Xu Fan for his inexplicable sorry in the live broadcast room.

Xu Fan said: "I only blame myself for missing my father, so I sang this song on the night of the first day of the new year."

None of the audience in the live broadcast room complained, they were all comforting Xu Fan,

"Brother Fan, there's really no need to apologize. It should be us thanking you for bringing us such a nice song. It's really nice."

"My father can't read, but the story in your lyrics, Brother Fan, is just like when I was a child. I like it inexplicably. Thank you very much."

"Brother Fan, it doesn't matter, on the contrary, we should thank you. This song is really good."

"Brother Fan, why don't you sing another song, a more lively one, a nice song for Chinese New Year, okay?"

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There were countless discussions in the live broadcast room, and the bullet screens were flying every now and then. Xu Fan could naturally see clearly. Looking at the bullet screens, he loved it the most. One, on the occasion of the Chinese New Year, I will sing a happy song for everyone."

As soon as the voice fell, an explosion exploded in the live broadcast room.

Maybe the emotions are still mixed in the father's story, but Xu Fan's words still brought back the emotions of most people, and then began various barrages, Xu Fan Xu Fan's songs.

Porridge just looked at the barrage and smiled lightly.

Then he stood up, clasped his hands together, and said to the camera: "I am Xu Fan. I wish everyone a happy new year and Gong Xi Fa Cai."

After finishing speaking, Xu Fan sat down again, and said seriously: "It's a nice song, I hope you like it, the name of the song is"

(End of this chapter)