"Huihui, if we're really talking about a song that would be suitable to sing on our wedding day, the only one I can think of is the one we just sang."
Just as he finished speaking, Li Chu noticed that his daughter was getting a little anxious, so he quickly raised his hand and pressed her down.
"Don't rush, I have a poem I wrote for you here. Would you like to hear it?"
"Really?" Li Wenhui looked at her father with shining eyes.
"Ahem," Li Chu cleared his throat and began to sing a cappella.
"Baby, can you hear me? I'm speaking softly to you."
Seeing your smiling face is the most beautiful picture I've ever seen.
Baby, can you hear me? I'm quietly waiting for your answer.
Your happiness is the greatest satisfaction in my life.
...
baby! "
The a cappella performance, which lasted for a little over a minute, quickly came to an end.
"The name of this song is, Baby, Can You Hear It?"
Li Wenhui stared blankly at her father, and suddenly, without warning, she began to shed tears.
"What's wrong? Why is she crying? Qiu Nan, wipe her tears."
Li Chu, who had already stood up and walked to Wenhui's side, thought for a moment and then asked his wife to wipe away his daughter's tears.
Unexpectedly, Wenhui turned her head away from the handkerchief in her mother's hand, and then turned around and hugged her father's waist.
Wen Hui's actions startled Li Chu.
He couldn't even remember the last time he held his daughter.
In short, since Wenhui turned twelve, he rarely made any intimate gestures, at most ruffling her head.
He hesitated for a moment with his hand raised in the air, glanced at his wife again, and then slowly placed one hand on her head and stroked it a few times, while gently patting her back with the other hand.
"She's a young woman in her twenties, why is she still crying?"
Ding Qiunan then came over and rested her head on her husband's shoulder.
"No matter how old she is, she's still your daughter. What's wrong with a daughter crying in her father's arms?"
"well……"
An hour later, Ding Qiunan, with her hair still wet, pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
Li Chu, who was reading a book while leaning against the headboard, put down the book, took the towel, and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed so he could dry her hair.
"Is Huihui already asleep?"
"She's asleep. This girl is so heavy now. I'm covered in sweat."
Li Wenhui just fell asleep while crying in her father's arms.
Since she was a grown woman, Li Chu asked Ding Qiunan to carry her daughter back to her room to sleep.
"Darling, the song you wrote is so good!"
Li Chu, who was drying his hair, smiled bitterly upon hearing this. He couldn't possibly write songs; he was just a copycat.
The more you sing now, the greater the chance of problems arising in the future.
However, shouldn't we wait until the copyright law is enacted and then register the copyright first? Regardless of whether it will be published in the future, it's better than letting others find out.
Seeing that her husband did not respond, Ding Qiunan turned her head and glanced at him.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, I think I'd better not sing for Wenxuan on his wedding day. There will definitely be outsiders there. Let's find a time when it's just us and sing for them."
As he spoke, he turned her head away and continued drying his hair.
"What, you've figured it out now?"
"It's not that I've figured it out, but I'm mainly worried about losing face. My singing is just so-so, so I don't want to embarrass myself in front of so many outsiders."
Hearing her husband's words, Ding Qiunan smiled softly.
"Actually, you sing quite well."
"Come on, stop trying to comfort me. At best, I can only sing, but Qiaoyun is a true singer."
"You're comparing yourself to Qiaoyun? She's a professional, okay?"
"Yes, that's why I said I wouldn't embarrass myself."
“But I really think you sing well.” Ding Qiunan turned her head again and stared intently at her man.
"Alright, alright, you are the kind of person who sees beauty in the eye of the beholder."
"Hmph~ I just think my man is the best."
"Be good and don't move, let me dry your hair."
"Oh," Ding Qiunan obediently turned her head.
"You are the most beautiful in my eyes, and only those who love each other can truly understand this."
Ding Qiunan, who had just turned her head away, heard her husband humming softly and turned her head back.
"Oh dear, why did you turn around again? Be a good girl, darling."
"No, what were those two lines you were humming just now? Was it another song?"
This time, Ding Qiunan didn't obediently turn around, but instead asked with a look of surprise.
"It's not a song, just those two lines, nothing else."
"Oh well."
I dried my hair, and it took me a good ten minutes.
"It's getting harder and harder to dry your hair; you're moving around like a child."
Li Chu put the towel on the bedside table and couldn't help but complain.
Ding Qiunan wasn't annoyed; she just chuckled sheepishly.
...
The next morning, not long after arriving at the hospital, Li Wenxuan came to the office dressed in his neat military uniform.
"Commander, Li Wenxuan is reporting for duty."
Li Chu sat behind his desk, looking at his handsome son in his military uniform, his face beaming with joy.
"Why did you come here? Where's Yueyue?"
"Yueyue is at home with her grandma and my sister. I didn't have anything to do, so I thought I'd come and report for duty."
"Sit here with me. First, write an application to join the organization, and then write a marriage application. Submit them together later."
"Huh? Why...why...do I have to write that I've joined...an organization?"
"Is there a problem? Or are you unwilling?"
"No, no, no, how could I not want to? I submitted my application twice while I was in school, and I passed the exams both times."
"That's perfect! Let's write it. If you don't know how to write a marriage application, I'll teach you later."
"Okay, Dad." Li Wenxuan rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Looking at his son, who was still sitting there with a face full of excitement, Li Chu sat down in the chair opposite him and began to speak.
"Wenxuan, you need to know that whether you join the army or join an organization in the future, it is both an honor and a responsibility, and you also have corresponding obligations to fulfill."
With your current medical skills, you are far from being a qualified doctor. You need to work harder and be more serious. You need to understand the responsibility on your shoulders.
You need to understand that people's expectations of you are not just to be a qualified doctor; you must do even better.
You are my son, so you will inevitably have to shoulder much more responsibilities than others in the future.
Moreover, it's very likely that no matter how hard you try, others will see it as your due. More likely, for decades to come, people will refer to you as, "Ah, this is Li Chu's son," rather than "This is Li Wenxuan." Can you bear all of this?
These are actually the reasons why Li Chu didn't want his two children to study medicine with him in the first place.
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