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Chapter 613 Prose Poem Written by Father

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    Soon, Dahua came out holding the guitar and began to show his songs.

    Dahua's singing is more American pop style. In Wei Yishui's opinion, it is a bit blunt. It sounds okay at first, but it doesn't have much popularity.

    However, this has nothing to do with Wei Yishui.

    At this moment, Peng Peng snatched Zhang Zifeng's mobile phone, and the two of them started to show off the screensaver inexplicably.

    Then, a group of people started to take out their screensavers, most of them had their own photos, Mr. Huang¡¯s had their own family portraits, and a few people¡¯s screens had landscape photos and so on.  On the other hand, the screen saver is also their family portrait, but it is the family portrait of the se7en team.

    "This is the pride of my life!"

    This is Wei Yishui's answer to this screen saver.

    After eating and arguing, everyone began to move indoors.

    As soon as he came in, Dahua handed Wei Yishui's guitar into his hands, and began to play with a group of big guys.

    A Yamaha electronic organ, this is the express delivery they went to pick up in the morning.

    With the guitar in his hand, Wei Yishui couldn't help playing it twice. After plucking and plucking, a melody came out inexplicably.

    "Um"

    Hearing this melody, Teacher He suddenly pulled Wei Yishui and asked, "What song is this? I don't think I've heard it before."

    "My own song, which I haven't sung yet."

    "Yo." Hearing this, everyone became interested, needless to say the eyes.

    "That's okay, I'll just sing a few casually." Without being pretentious, Wei Yishui gathered his thoughts before he plucked the strings:

    ? In 1984, the crops had not yet been harvested

    My son is lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly

    I don't have time to watch the open-air movie tonight

    My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine

    I'm going tomorrow, and I'll borrow some money from my neighbor

    The child cried all day, clamoring for biscuits

    The blue polyester card top, the pain drills into my heart

    Squatting on the edge of the pond, gave myself two punches

    This is my father, the text in the diary

    Wei Yishui used this slightly deep voice to babble about a story from the past.

    The young children around, Peng Peng and Zhang Zifeng, most of their faces are half-ignorant, and they are more listening to the melody of this song.

    But Mr. He, Mr. Huang, Sister Dandan, Director Baosteel, who are old and know those years, have mixed expressions on their faces.

    There are memories, confusion, pain, happiness, and memories.

    Decades later, I watched the tears flow

    But my father is as old as an old newspaper

    old newspaper

    The above story is a lifetime

    When Wei Yishui stopped singing and put down the guitar, Sister Dandan's eyes were already full of crystals.

    "You sang really well, what's the name of this song?"

    "A prose poem written by my father."

    "That's great." Huang Lei nodded: "This is a prose poem that my father spent his entire life writing. It's great."

    "I was about to be sung to tears." Teacher He said with red eyes, "I remembered when I came to Kyoto to go to school, I was in the car until the train drove far, far away, and my dad looked at me.  The figures are motionless."

    "There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her home, but thinking of this, I can't bear to look at her." Huang Lei said with a serious face: "I can especially understand this feeling, as long as I think about it, I will  When I meet a man who loves her, he will be taken away, so I can't wait to strangle this kid to death in my infancy."

    "But my father is as old as an old newspaper, hey" Director Baosteel sighed heavily and said nothing.

    The son wants to support but does not wait for his relatives, everything is silent.

    "You children, let me tell you, if you have the opportunity, you should really spend time with your family. Don't wait until you regret it, it will be too late."

    Peng Peng and the others nodded their heads, but no one knew if it got into their hearts.

    At this time, Sister Dandan spoke again: "Here, Yishui, can you sing it again?"

    "Okay." When Wei Yishui was about to strum the guitar, he suddenly thought of something, looked at everyone, and said, "ThisThere are two versions of the song, the daughter's version just now, and the son's version, with a little modification, do you want to listen to it?  "

    "There are two more versions, yes."

    "Come, come, come."

    Having said that, Wei Yishui plucked the strings again and sang his son's version.

    This is that generation

    The footprints left

    After a few storms

    will erase the traces

    This land once made me cry

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

    la la~~~~

    In the low voice of Wei Yishui, Sister Dandan turned her head and sobbed softly. Teacher He had already begun to wipe away tears, and even Teacher Huang's eyes were red. Director Baosteel stood there in a daze, not knowing what to think.

    This song was not particularly famous in the previous life, but it was one of Wei Yishui's favorite songs.

    Perhaps because of his status as an orphan in his previous life, Wei Yishui was particularly sensitive to family songs.

    However, Wei Yishui didn't like those more intense and hoarse songs at all. Instead, he preferred songs that were not like singing, but like telling a story.

    This kind of feeling will make you feel special, but it will not be so artificial

    Just when we were sighing because of Wei Yishui's singing here, on the other side, Wei Yishui also became the focus of everyone's discussion.

    "PUBG Mobile" Professional League Planning Department.

    This is a brand-new department composed of penguins, whales, etc., all of which are for the planning of the "PUBG Mobile" domestic professional league.

    "It's already May 5th, and we don't have time to hesitate any longer. Whether or not you agree to the terms of the e-sports union."

    The preparatory department is really in a hurry.

    According to the scheduled plan, the registration for the qualifiers will start at the beginning of May, and now it's May 5th, but the above has not even confirmed the league mode.

    In fact, everyone knows everything, but right now they are stuck with the e-sports union.

    "The e-sports union said that there is nothing to discuss. There are three conditions, one is not less. As for the last condition, they conveyed that they can sign the relevant contract conditions. As long as it is within the contract, they will cooperate with us unconditionally, but we also  Show relative sincerity."

    What sincerity?

    To put it bluntly, it means how much money you pay. If you want to be like lol, after registration, you can play with our portrait rights however you want, so don¡¯t even think about it.  ,,  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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