A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 139 Father's Prose Poem
Being interrupted like this, Ye Qingfan's anxiety eased a lot.

He touched the sweat on his face, and his tone of voice relaxed: "But to be honest, these little brothers who deliver food and express delivery are really hard."

"Yeah." Yu Haidao: "There are many things that you haven't personally experienced, and if you haven't experienced them yourself, you can't empathize with them."

"I actually worked as a courier for a while during the summer vacation."

This point, Yu Hai did not lie, Yuanshen used to do these jobs during vacations to earn tuition fees.

Using map navigation and asking people, I finally delivered four meals before twelve o'clock.

In this case, only the last dish is left.

However, the fifth consignee could not be found, and both of them became anxious.

The main reason is that the food is going to be cold, and at this point, both of them are actually hungry and want to go back for lunch early.

After asking many people along the way, they finally found an old courtyard at the edge of the town.

A man with mud on his trouser legs was sitting there smoking a pipe.

"Uncle, your takeaway has arrived!"

When Yu Hai stopped the car, Ye Qingfan immediately shouted.

The old man's hair was white, his figure was thin, and his face looked weather-beaten.

He raised his head and looked at them suspiciously: "What takeaway? I've never ordered takeaway before!"

Yu Hai took some food from the car and handed it to him: "Your daughter ordered it for you, and his name is Xu Xiuli!"

"Xiuli is my daughter." The old man hastily put down his pipe, wiped his hands on his trousers, and muttered as he took the lunch box, "This child is spending money indiscriminately again."

Yu Hai smiled: "Your daughter also cares about you."

The uncle nodded: "I know, I know, I just feel sorry for her, it's not easy for her to earn some money outside."

"It won't cost much." Ye Qingfan comforted him.

Although the uncle complained, the two could tell that he was very happy to receive the meal ordered by his daughter.

The last meal was delivered, and the two of them immediately rushed back to the mushroom house.

At this time, all kinds of dishes have been set up on the table in the pergola in the yard, and they are waiting for the two to come back for dinner.

One morning, everyone really felt very tired.

Gobbled up my lunch.

Just as he was laying there drowsy and didn't want to clean up, the phone in the living room rang.

"Isn't the takeaway business closed today? How come there are still calls."

When Yin Du stood up, he pulled up the handset and pressed the speakerphone, then sat back on the chair again, obviously not wanting to move.

"Hello! Who is it?"

"Hello, Mushroom House, I'm here to call to thank you. My father has received the takeaway you sent and said it was delicious. Thank you guys!"

Everyone understands.

Among the more than 20 takeaways delivered today, only one was not ordered by me, but ordered by my daughter who is far away from other places for her father.It was the last takeaway delivered by the two of Yu Hai.

"You're welcome, this is what we should do." Yin Du responded to her while sitting on the sofa, and suddenly became interested in chatting.

He asked curiously: "It's convenient to ask, is your father alone here in your hometown? Why don't you take him with you?"

The girl on the phone sounded very young, she was silent for a while, and smiled wryly: "He refuses. He thinks that the money he earns from working in his hometown is enough for his own expenses, and he doesn't want to come to the city and become our burden."

"This is indeed the thinking of many elderly people." Yin Du sighed.

Many old people in rural areas have this kind of thinking. They have given everything for their children all their lives, and when they get old, they are afraid that they will be rejected by their children.

People who have been strong all their lives suddenly feel inferior as their bodies weaken.

It's not just the elderly either.Any adult, if he is incapable and unable to be independent, has no confidence in his heart.

Even if it is one's own children, the feeling of being dependent on others is not good after all!

The girl on the other end also sighed: "Actually, we are more worried about him like this, but my mother has to help my brother take care of the child, otherwise I feel more at ease as the old couple are together."

Everyone was taken aback, thinking that his mother had already left, but it wasn't: "Your mother is helping your brother take care of the child?"

"Yes! My brother and sister-in-law are all busy with work. Hiring a nanny is expensive and worrying, so I can only let my mother take care of it."

"Won't that separate your father and mother?"

"Yeah, so before my brother had a child, the old couple lived very comfortably in their hometown..."

This is actually a problem faced by many young people today.

Without the help of the elders in the family, it is difficult for them to take care of the children in the family.

But for these elders, they have worked so hard to bring their children up, and finally let go of their burdens to live a comfortable life, and the third generation has to worry about themselves.

It seems that the whole life has been spent in compromise for the sake of the children.

There is no solution!

This topic is a bit heavy, Yin Du can only shift the question: "Haven't you ever thought about going back to your hometown to take care of your father?"

The girl was very helpless: "I want to come back, but I can't find a job here...I can never be supported by my father!"

This is a real problem again!

Everyone in the living room sighed in unison.

Even many people in the live broadcast room felt helpless.

This is the situation that many people from small places have to face.

After all, it's not rich enough.

The girl at the other end seemed unwilling to talk too much: "Thank you for your takeaway today."

Her father, a man at home, took care of three meals a day.Many places in this small town don't deliver food, and she can't order food for her father every day, so she can only ask her neighbors and acquaintances to take care of her.

The girl hung up the phone, and the atmosphere in the living room became silent for a while.

It took a long time for Zhou Anhe to sigh: "Speaking of which, my father has been gone for ten years!"

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

Zhou Anhe thought about it hard, but shook his head: "It's a little blurry, but I still remember his diary I read."

He Changping showed interest: "What did you write?"

"A lot of trivial things, about my mother, more about me. Many small things that I didn't pay much attention to, were recorded by him."

"It's also because of the diary that my impression of my father has been completely overturned!"

Zhou Anhe smiled: "I didn't expect to babble like that in my diary in front of my father who is always serious and serious!"

He Changping couldn't help but also smiled: "Speaking of which, our impression of my father always seems to be incomplete. I only realized the other side of my father after I became a father myself."

"What impression do you have of your father?"

Ye Qingfan blurted out: "I think my father is a daughter slave!"

Everyone laughed.

Yin Du looked at Yu Hai who had been silent all this time: "Where is the whale falling?"

The figure of the original owner's father flashed in Yu Hai's mind, with a confused expression on his face.

The original owner's father in memory was a relatively taciturn person.

Raising his son by himself has exhausted almost all his energy, and he doesn't communicate much with him. After entering college, the two of them couldn't make a phone call a week.

The father and son depended on each other for life, and the original owner was also a sensible child who would never spend money recklessly.

This scene was previously avoided by Yu Hai as much as possible, but now he uncontrollably digs it out.

He was silent for a while, picked up the guitar beside him, and sat up straight: "Sing a song for everyone!"

Everyone was a little surprised.

I don't know if he suddenly had an inspiration, but he didn't stop him, and listened attentively:
"In [-] the crops were not yet harvested"

"My daughter sleeps so sweetly in my arms"

“I don’t have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight”

"My wife reminded me to fix the pedal of my sewing machine"

"Tomorrow I'm going to my neighbor's house to borrow some more money"

"The child has been crying all day and wants to eat biscuits"

"The blue polyester cardigan hurts my heart"

"Squatting on the edge of the pond and punching myself twice"

The simple guitar chords paired with Yuhai's clear and clean voice evoke a sense of sentimentality in people's hearts.

They seem to see that there is such a figure, carrying a heavy burden of life, hating their own powerlessness and unyielding.

In front of the computer screen outside the live broadcast room, a girl was watching this scene alone in the rental house.

Her name is Xu Xiuli, and she just hung up the phone with Mushroom House.

She was very excited when she found out that she longed to live and record in her hometown.

She can't watch it every day on weekdays, but she will watch the live broadcast for a while after get off work.

She hopes that this program can bring some changes to her hometown, and she can feel very cordial when watching everything familiar in it through the program.

Today is Saturday, so she has time to watch the live broadcast all day long. She didn't expect to be lucky enough to order a takeaway for her father.

Having not seen his father for a long time, seeing her on the screen gave him a completely different feeling.

The hair that was just dyed black last year is completely white again.

If you lose weight, you may not be eating well.

One person can deal with every meal at home!
It must be very lonely.Sitting alone at the door smoking, no one talking...

When Xu Xiuli saw her father's figure, she felt sore and sad. After thinking about it, she called Mushroom House again to thank her.

However, listening to the chatting of the guests, her heart became heavier.

Until Yu Hai sang suddenly, as a rural person, she was very familiar with everything in the lyrics, and seemed to have experienced it when she was a child.

Crops, open-air movies, sewing machines... Her father did not have the habit of keeping a diary, but, she felt, these were the sentences her father would write down.

The sourness welling up in my heart became thicker and thicker.

"This is the text in my father's diary"

"This is a prose poem left over from his youth"

"Decades later, I watched and burst into tears"

"But my father is old like a shadow"

Hearing this, Xu Xiuli suddenly couldn't restrain herself.

Tears welled up, blurring his vision.

The pictures she saw in the live broadcast room kept flashing in her mind.

Outside the old courtyard, the dusty father sat on the threshold, smoking dry tobacco.

With dark and rough palms, weathered skin, and a thin body, this is her father!
When was the tall and omnipotent figure when he was young, when did he become the slightly rickety and distressing look now?

My father, has aged like a shadow.

It seems to be suddenly aware of this problem.

A huge panic swept through Xu Xiuli's heart.

On the screen, Yu Hai's face was calm, and his fingers continued to swipe across the strings of the guitar:

"The crops have already been harvested in [-]"

"My old mother passed away last year"

"Daughter ran into school with a ponytail"

"But she's been a little lonely recently and lost a lot of weight"

"Thinking about the future, I will grow old and become a pile of old paper money"

"At that time, my daughter will be amazingly beautiful"

"There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her back home"

"But thinking of these things, I can't bear to look at her."

The lyrics are so touching, every sentence, every word, so real, so empathetic, people are caught off guard.

A strong resonance hit my heart.

There were fewer bullet screens in the live broadcast room, and the audience just sat there in a daze, a figure flashed in their minds, and tears rolled down their cheeks just like that.

Father!
Xu Xiuli in front of the computer felt that she was almost out of breath from crying.

She took out one tissue after another, but she couldn't stop crying.

If I get married, will my father be very sad?

Oh never mind, I don't have a boyfriend!

While Xu Xiuli was crying desperately, the corners of her mouth curled up.

At least, there is still time.

"This is the text in my father's diary"

"It's his life left"

"The Prose Poetry That Remains"

"Decades later, I watched and burst into tears"

"But my father is as old as an old newspaper"

"old newspaper"

"The story above is a lifetime"

After singing a song, Yu Hai took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions.

Still a little too sentimental.

An impulse made these people cry like rivers.

Yu Hai looked at the tearful eyes in the living room, feeling a little apologetic in his heart.

A good casual variety show made him so sad.

sin sin!

When Yu Hai put down the guitar, Xu Xiuli in front of the screen finally made a decision.

She wants to resign and go home to stay with her old father.

When she couldn't find a job, she tried to find a way out on the Internet.

Opening an online store or doing a part-time job online, she doesn't believe that she, a college student, can still be starved to death?

Anyway, she is still very young and has many opportunities to try.

But her father is no longer young, and will not wait for her to become famous.

After a while, the audience, who was suddenly broken, cursed in the barrage:
"The soul is weak and the whale is falling, don't talk about martial arts, and engage in sneak attacks!"

"The originally happy Saturday was ruined by you!"

"Must accompany one!"

"It was sunk all at once!"

"I hate such sensationalism the most!"

"..."

In the living room of Mushroom House, Yin Du turned his head and secretly wiped away his tears, coughing lightly: "Whale Fall, what's the name of this song?"

""Prose Poems Written by My Father""

"It's really well written!" Xu Qianru said in a hoarse voice.

He clapped his hands twice, and the others reacted and applauded a few times.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent again.

Then He Changping suddenly stood up and shouted out the window: "Old Wang, bring my mobile phone here, I'll make a call!"

"I want to fight too."

"Director Wang, mobile phone!"

Knowing that these people want to call their father.

Wang Shen did not refuse.

Ask the staff to hand everyone your mobile phone.

Yu Hai waved his hand: "I'm sleepy, but I took a nap!"

After speaking, he went straight back to the room on the second floor. The people downstairs, his father was still there, so he found a corner to make a phone call.

Director Zhou was left sitting in the living room in a daze.

On the Internet, there is an endless stream of impressions about this song.

"My father didn't have prose poems, he only had thick calluses on his hands, he was very ordinary, he couldn't give me anything, but he gave me everything"

"How I wish my father was still around, and didn't expect to help me anywhere"

"When I heard this song, tears couldn't stop coming out of my eyes. As I grew up, my father gradually became more and more miserable. I thought of how many times I played with my father, and I felt so uncomfortable. My favorite father, my daughter will always love you"

"I chatted with an elder yesterday, and he said: 'My daughter may let me go at any time, but I have to let her go until the day I die'"

"It's weird that we don't have the same father and yet see the same father in this song."

"..."

(End of this chapter)