Chapter 19 I want to be someone who can rap well.
A tragic failure of a plan was enough to calm three restless hearts. After being taught for many days in a row how dangerous it was to sneak out, Ye-en deeply realized the third truth of life: playing tricks on adults will not end well!
After being warned that "if you make trouble again, your game console will be confiscated", Quan Zhilong finally calmed down and went to work honestly besides going to school and dancing.
It was under such circumstances that Kwon Ji-yong recorded "BOBOBO" for the first time this year.
ROORA released a new album on New Year's Day this year. The songs swept multiple awards as soon as they were released. For this program recording, they told the children in advance that they would let one of the children perform one of the songs.
Before going on stage, he recited the lyrics of "Angel Lost Wings" in a low voice. His nervous state made Shin Se-kyung worry for him.
Although the four kids said they were debuting as Little Roora, they could actually sense that the adults liked Kwon Ji-yong the most because he was relaxed on stage and could dance and rap.
Look, this time he was given another opportunity to perform.
But with more opportunities comes more pressure.
ROORA's Lee Sang Min and others had already heated up the atmosphere in front of the stage. Kwon Ji Yong finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and went on stage with the other three children.
As usual, the children were asked to introduce themselves in order. The first three only said a few words. However, when it came to Quan Zhilong, the host suddenly asked, "What do you want to do in the future?"
An eight-year-old child had never thought about such a distant and profound question before. However, on the stage, when the host asked him with a kind smile about the future he had never imagined, Kwon Ji-yong immediately thought of the feeling he didn't know how to express when he first heard rap, and the nervousness and anticipation he felt before going on stage.
An ordinary child, for the first time, began to dream a colorful dream about his future because of a sentence. A small seed was deeply buried in the heart of an eight-year-old child. Quan Zhilong smiled and spoke confidently and firmly: "Hello everyone, my name is Quan Zhilong, I am eight years old, and I want to be a person who can rap well."
Han Lanji, who was in the audience, looked at her son who was confident and dazzling on the stage, and actually felt that he had suddenly grown up at that moment.
How did I get to the age where I can confidently say what I want to do in the future? My sister is still in her ignorant period.
"Ah, that's it. You want to cherish me, so you have to stay away from me without saying a word?" Kwon Ji-yong sang the rap part of "Angel Lost Wings". His childish voice did not even understand the meaning of the lyrics, but he firmly grasped the flow and rhythm of the song.
Kwon Ji-yong's hands and feet moved in sync with the rhythm as he danced. Compared to just imitating the original singer's rap style, his swag-filled movements at such a young age surprised everyone on the stage.
But the next moment, when he sang "Look for the angels, Saba saba saba", everyone was amused by his cute pronunciation.
Kwon Ji-yong was so immersed in his own performance that he didn't notice the changes in everyone's expressions at all. The excitement and excitement brought by suddenly finding a small goal in life brought an indescribable shock to his young heart, just like the first time he danced on stage at the amusement park.
I want to always rap and dance on the stage! Although he may not know what real rap is, and may not know how to shape his own rap style, he knows that he wants to sing rap forever and freely show himself on the stage!
Quan Zhilong looked up at the hanging lamp in the living room of his home, and in a trance the pure white hanging lamp seemed to be replaced by the blazing surface light on the stage. The stage lights that can make people sweat can also make them shine.
"Mom, I really, really want to be someone who can rap well." Quan Zhilong pulled Han Lanji's hand. His white suit was slightly wrinkled because of dancing, but he, who always paid attention to his appearance, didn't care at all at this moment. "Mom, did you hear that?"
Han Lanji raised her head slightly and looked out through the window of her home. In the vast blue, the clouds were standing humbly in a corner of the sky, crowned with brilliance by the morning light. (1)
A smile appeared in her eyes, and she lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I heard it."
"But Zhilong, this road will be very difficult. Are you sure?" Han Lanji squatted down and raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles on her son's clothes. "Dad and mom can't pave the way for Zhilong on this road. Maybe Zhilong will suffer a lot and be exhausted. It is even more likely that even if he suffers so much, he will not be able to do what he wants to do most. Are you sure?"
Whether it is above ground or underground, the path of rap is too difficult. It's not that she is suppressing her child's dreams. They are just an ordinary family. Not to mention providing resources for their children, they don't even have a way to protect their children in this circle.
Quan Zhilong fell into deep thought, and Han Lanji did not urge him.
"But why should I suffer so much? I just want to rap." Kwon Ji-yong didn't quite understand. Isn't rap just about opening your mouth?
How should Han Lanji explain it? She thought of an apple she bought last year, "Zhilong, do you still remember that apple? It was still shiny and bright on the outside, but it had already started to rot on the inside."
Quan Zhilong nodded.
"Maybe the stage is like that apple? And Zhilong will be like the child living in that apple. Not only does he have to work very hard to get to the outside where everyone can see, he also needs to be careful not to be contaminated by the rotten parts inside. Do you think Zhilong can do it?" Han Lanjie tried to use words that the child could understand. If he was really determined to go in this direction, from this moment on, she would remind him again and again to protect himself and move forward.
Quan Zhilong thought for a long time, imagining himself standing in the center of an apple, with the blackened flesh around him. "Mom, I can do it. I can run fast and avoid the spreading rotten flesh!"
Han Lanji touched his head and asked, "What if Zhilong doesn't reach the outside after running for a long time? What if Zhilong runs in the wrong direction?"
How difficult could it be to run the distance of an apple? However, the mother's serious expression made Quan Zhilong think again, "Then I will run in circles, making the circle bigger little by little, and I will eventually get out!"
Apple, apple, if you keep talking he will want to eat apples. Quan Zhilong hugged Han Lanji, leaned on her waist and raised his head, innocently and confidently, "Besides, if I can't run out or run in the wrong direction, can't you remind me, mom?"
Han Lanji was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, my mom will always remind Zhilong not to run in the wrong direction. But whether he can run out depends on his own efforts."
My mom finally smiled. Quan Zhilong let go of Han Lanji's waist and glanced at the refrigerator. "My mom, can I have an apple?"
"Go ahead and get it yourself." Han Lanji patted Quan Zhilong on the back. He let out a cry and immediately jumped towards the refrigerator.
He was jumping around like this again. Han Lanji was about to tell him to walk steadily, but after thinking for a moment, she stopped.
Just like when a child's clothes are wrinkled, she will iron them straight; when he goes astray, she will remind him to return to the original path immediately. If he fell, she would help him up.
However, this bumpy road might cause him to fall and get hurt, and all she could do was to try to make his journey less tortuous. Even though there might be countless people watching him in the future, she hoped that through her education, the kindness in these eyes would suppress the inevitable malice.
Quan Zhilong had no idea of the complicated thoughts in his mother's mind. He had already tiptoed to take out an apple from the refrigerator. He casually stuffed it into his mouth, humming "saba saba" and his feet began to dance unconsciously. Looking at his movements, Han Lanji suddenly remembered that she seemed to have accepted a business card when her son was dancing in the amusement park.
Where did you put it?
Han Lanji rummaged through the boxes and finally found the business card she had casually placed there a year ago in the bedside table in the bedroom. In addition to the name "Li Xiuman", there was also the company he founded.
She seldom uses the desktop computer at home as she always feels it hurts her eyes. But this time she sat in front of the computer for several hours.
The pages on the computer jumped very slowly, but she was very patient. She searched from "Li Xiuman" to "SM Planning", and then found the "Star Museum" which the man had founded this year.
After searching through information one by one, Han Lanji breathed a sigh of relief. The man was more reliable than she thought. Maybe she could really let Zhilong give it a try?
It is always better to have a company to rely on than to strike out on your own.
The child's future might depend on this thought. She took a deep breath and pressed the numbers on the business card one by one.
There was a beeping sound on the other end of the phone for nearly ten seconds. Maybe the other party changed his number within the year?
Han Lanji had a lot of thoughts in her mind and was about to hang up the phone, but the long "beep" sound was suddenly replaced by a "Hello".
"Mr. Li...Mr. Li Xiuman?" Han Lanji asked softly.
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