Wenhui and Wang Yueyue's eyes were even brighter than Wenxuan's; girls are always more sentimental.
They never expected their father to be so romantic, that he would actually sing for their mother, especially on such an important occasion as his first visit.
"Huh?" Li Chu was stunned for a moment, then he remembered what he was singing back then. He carefully recalled the song, which was easy to sing, but then he thought of a more serious problem.
Just like the song "The Girl Across the Way" that was just sung, how should the singer explain it when the song is sung again in a few years?
Forget it, it'll be at least a decade or more anyway. At worst, we can just stop singing it and maybe they'll forget about it.
At this point, Li Chu could only deceive himself like this.
The song Ding Qiunan was talking about was one he sang back then called something like "The Rest of My Life." He only knew a little bit of the middle part, so he strummed the guitar a couple of times and then started singing.
"For the rest of my life, you are the wind and snow, you are the tranquility, you are the poverty..."
"I want to take you to see the clear blue sky, I want to tell you loudly that I'm fascinated by you. The past may pass by quickly, but you'll always be moved. For the rest of my life, I only want you..."
As Li Chu sang, the three children looked at each other; they had never heard this song before.
When Dad is happy at home, he will occasionally hum a few lines, but most of the time he hums Peking Opera, and rarely this kind of song.
Most importantly, they had never heard this song before.
As for Wenhui and Wenxuan, well, due to genetics, they don't have any artistic talent.
But Wang Yueyue is different. Her mother was in the propaganda team, and she inherited Li Qiaoyun's artistic genes. Otherwise, she wouldn't have thought of going on stage to sing this time.
During this time, she searched everywhere for cassette tapes and listened to popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan, but she had never actually heard this song before.
Could it really be a song that Chu's father wrote for Qiu Nan's mother?
A lot of questions popped into her little head.
At this moment, Ding Qiunan's big eyes were watery and her face was rosy. Hearing this song again after twenty years, she felt as if she had returned to that time.
Wenhui gave Wenxuan and Yueyue a hand gesture, and the three of them carefully left the living room, closing the door behind them.
The three grown men walked out, and how could the other two inside not know? However, they were both absorbed in their own emotions and couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.
Ding Qiunan raised her hand to wipe away the happy tears streaming down her cheeks, then walked over and sat on her man's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and offering him a sweet kiss.
The three children who had already left came to Wenxuan's room. Wang Yueyue didn't stand on ceremony at all, kicked off her slippers, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Sister Hui, why does Father Chu know so much? And it felt like he wrote that song himself."
"I don't know if my dad wrote that song, but what I find most strange is that he was able to sing such a song twenty years ago."
“What’s wrong with singing this kind of song? It’s very romantic, okay, Sister Hui?” After saying that, Wang Yueyue stared at Li Wenxuan with her big eyes.
Wenxuan felt a headache coming on. How could he not understand what his fiancée meant? He hurriedly raised his hands in surrender.
"Yueyue, I will definitely try my best to learn it and sing it for you in the future."
Seeing her fiancé's sensible expression, Wang Yueyue smiled sweetly.
Distracted by the two people, Wenhui forgot to think about why her father would sing a song that was absolutely rebellious in that era, twenty years ago.
The First Evolution
She rolled her eyes at the two people beside her one after another, but Shen Yi's face also appeared in her mind, wondering if he would sing for her.
Having such parents is both good and bad for these three children.
The good thing is that it taught them what happiness is from a young age, but that's also the bad thing.
Because happiness is different for every person and every family, you can't simply copy a model.
But what will happen if, after witnessing their parents' happiness, they discover that their own lives are not like that?
Ding Qiunan tightly hugged her husband's waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and sat quietly in his lap.
"Twenty years have passed, will you sing it for me again?"
"Okay, I'll try to sing it for you four or five more times."
"Pfft... How could that be!"
If you sing it once every twenty years, and then sing it four more times, you'll be over 120 years old, let alone five times.
"I will try my best to get our bodies in the best condition so that we can live longer, much longer."
"Okay," Ding Qiunan lifted her head from his embrace, "Then I'll cooperate with you and try to hear you sing a few more times."
...
The next day was Sunday. After breakfast, Li Chu drove his wife and three children to Uncle Wang's place without letting Tian Jun drive.
Li Qiaoyun is here today, but she didn't go with the team to visit and comfort the grassroots troops.
After listening to her daughter's whispered words, she glanced at her father-in-law sitting in the living room with some surprise.
Is this even a doctor? How can she know everything?
Meanwhile, Li Chu, while talking to Aunt Wang in the living room, also thought about Li Qiaoyun's identity.
He planned to dedicate a song to his sister-in-law to express his gratitude for her sending such a wonderful daughter-in-law to his family.
After lunch, everyone sat in the living room chatting. The arrival of the three children had made Aunt Wang beam with joy all day.
The other two families live too far away, making it inconvenient for her to come back. Fortunately, her three children come back to visit her from time to time, which makes the old lady happy.
Uncle Wang hasn't been in the capital these past few days; I wonder where he's gone to inspect things.
"Qiaoyun, I have a song here. I'll hum it to you. See if you can sing it for the soldiers when you go to the grassroots to comfort them in the future."
Li Qiaoyun never expected that after hearing her daughter say that her future father-in-law might write songs, he would now be giving her one.
but……
“Brother, you know that our army is different from the civilian army. When we go out to perform for the troops, we can’t sing those kinds of songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan.”
"I definitely know that. I'll sing it for you first. If you think it's okay, then use it; if not, then forget it, okay?"
Aunt Wang whispered in Wenhui's ear, "Your father can sing?"
"Hmm," Li Wenhui nodded, "Grandma, let me tell you, my dad sings quite well."
"Hey, I've never heard of that before."
"Then Grandma, you'd better listen carefully."
Songs suitable for grassroots troops to sing are not something an ordinary person can come up with. Ding Qiunan sat next to her husband, turned her head and looked at him with admiration. She had full confidence in her man.
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