Low Key Star

  Chapter 107 [107] For whom is the wind and night set up (addition for the leader "Pie Zhuge")

  It was already evening when Zhang Wei returned home. After dinner and cleaning up, the family sat in front of the TV early, waiting to see Zhang Yang appear on stage later.

  After sitting down, Zhang Shouyi suddenly asked Zhang Wei, "Did you call your grandpa?"

  Zhang Weiqi asked: "Why are you calling?"

   "Remind him, don't forget again, your brother said he wrote a song specially for your grandpa."

  Zhang Wei thought for a while and said, "My brother told grandpa, so he probably won't forget."

  Zhang Shou nodded, and within ten seconds, he sighed again, and said to his daughter, "I think... why don't we remind you."

  Zhang Wei pouted and didn't want to talk to the troubled old man, so Zhang Shouyi turned his head and asked Fang Qianxue who had just sat down: "What do you think?"

  Fang Qianxue said helplessly: "Don't worry, you won't forget Dad even if you forget it."

  Zhang Shouyi nodded again, and within a minute, he turned around and looked at his wife: "I think it's better to make a phone call, it's not too much, what if I really forgot?"

  Zhang Weizhi rolled his eyes.

  Fang Qianxue said with a smile: "Call, call, if you don't make this call, you won't be safe sitting here."

   Zhang Shouyi took his mobile phone, found the old man's number, and dialed it.

   On the other side, the old man, who was also waiting in front of the TV after eating, picked up his mobile phone which was still ringing, saw the name on the caller ID, waited for a while, and then connected the call.

"Hey."

   "Hey, Dad, are you asleep?"

   "Just getting ready to sleep, what's wrong?"

   "Oh, it's nothing serious, that's all. Didn't Zhang Yang tell you that he participated in that show and wrote a song for you and my mother, do you still remember?"

  The old man listened to his son's long-winded words, and his expression was a little impatient, but he still listened patiently. Then he took a breath, and said in a slightly surprised and surprised tone: "Oh—what's wrong?"

   "It's tonight, at eight o'clock, and it's about to start. I'm afraid you might forget, so I called to remind you."

   "Oh, oh... I was going to sleep, that's ok, I see, I'll watch it later when I'm not sleepy."

   "It's the Qilin station, do you know how to tune it?"

"I see."

   "The TV station with the unicorn in the upper left corner, the program is called "Sound Super League". Don't miss it, it's starting to broadcast the program preview now..."

  Zhang Shouyi was still worried about telling him, but the old man was impatient to coax his son, and said impatiently, "Okay, okay, I understand, I understand", and then hung up the phone directly.

   "Worry!"

  The old man hung up the phone with anger still on his face. He threw the phone on the table and made a muffled "bang". Then he seemed to calm down and concentrated on watching the program preview on TV.

   Zhang Yang's figure appeared on the screen, holding the microphone, the words were obviously edited, and the content could not be connected:

   “This song is actually written from my grandpa’s point of view…”

   "The recording day happened to be my grandpa's birthday..."

  The familiar yet unfamiliar voice of the grandson echoed in the room. Under the light, the impatience on the old man's face finally completely disappeared. His old face looked much softer, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be much lighter.

  ——

  As soon as Zhang Shou heard the blind tone on the phone, he took the phone in front of his eyes and looked at it twice, and then he was sure that the phone had been hung up by the old man, and he said to himself in puzzlement, "It's strange, why did Dad hang up the phone..."

  Fang Qianxue said unhappily: "All right, all right, just concentrate on watching TV."

Only then did Zhang Shouyi focus on the program preview on TV, and after Zhang Yang's clip passed, he turned to Zhang Wei and Fang Qianxue and said, "Look, I said I wanted to make a call, but you still said no, Dad is going to bed, if I don't make this call, I might miss it."

Fang Qianxue is not as sincere as her husband. Over the years, she has known the old man's temperament, and said helplessly: "You didn't see it with your own eyes. Dad said he was going to sleep, but did he really go to sleep? His grandson wrote it specially for him. Song, can you remember him?"

  Zhang Shouyi leaned back slightly, looked at his wife, with an expression of "You are wrong", "Hey!", "Dad said he was going to sleep, can you still lie?"

  Zhang Wei couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Dad, do you understand what my mother means? Grandpa loves face so much, even if he really remembers it, if you call to ask, he would be embarrassed to say that he is just sitting in front of the TV and waiting, right?"

It is impossible for Zhang Shou and his wife to be ignorant of their father's temperament. After thinking about it, it makes sense. With such great thought, I wrote a song for your grandfather, if I accidentally miss it..."

  Fang Qianxue sighed, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, as long as you understand, as long as you are thoughtful, you are right, you are right, okay? Watch TV!"

   Zhang Shouyi ended the topic and watched the show seriously.

Holding the mobile phone in his arms, Zhang Wei secretly told Tang Yanqi about this incident as an anecdote. Tang Yanqi was also a little funny. Naturally, he couldn't say that your father was long-winded, but said: "Mr. It's easy to forget things sometimes..."

  She chatted with Zhang Wei, and the show started soon, but except for the beginning when all the students from Ling Ran's group showed up, she didn't pay much attention to the next few competitions, and was still chatting with Zhang Wei.

  It wasn’t until the host Ying Zi announced that the next fourth group of students would be Zhang Yang and Yang Wenxue, Zhang Wei said not to talk, Tang Yanqi naturally had no objection, put down the phone, and concentrate on listening to the song first.

  ——

  Lin was still curled up on the sofa, chatting with Zhang Yang. She already knew the result of the knockout round, but she was more curious than anyone else about what song Zhang Yang sang.

  Even after watching the preview just now, knowing that Zhang Yang sang today was a song for his grandfather, his curiosity did not diminish.

  Because she knows that Zhang Yang's words will definitely contain his experiences or the emotions he wants to express, and she has the ability to read them accurately!

   "Listen to the song, listen to the song."

She had already learned from Zhang Yang that he was playing in the fourth group, so just after the third group's duel, the host interrupted the chat before announcing the students' entry, put down the phone, sat down on the sofa, and watched carefully television.

Su Hui looked funny, but Lin Canghai felt a little offended, and gave his daughter-in-law a wink, hoping that she would beat her daughter up a little bit. They are not together yet, and they don't hide it at home. Over the attitude of the parents.

   If they are really together, then it’s okay?

  Su Hui glanced at her husband, rolled her eyes, and looked away to show that she didn't care. Lin Canghai couldn't say it clearly, so he could only continue to stare at his wife.

  Su Hui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to say: "Yiyi, didn't Zhang Yang tell you what song he sang today?"

Lin still glanced at his parents, and now he would not blush at the mention of Zhang Yang, but he was still a little shy, and said calmly: "It is said to be related to Qingming, and the trailer said it was written from the perspective of his grandfather Yes, it should be in memory of his grandma."

  Su Hui nodded, and said, "It's quite thoughtful."

  Lin still twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that I felt the same way, but his skin was too tender to speak out.

  Lin Canghai didn't expect his daughter-in-law to care so much, and continued to stare at her with staring eyes. Su Hui gave him an angry look and asked him to watch TV first.

  Under the prestige of his daughter-in-law, Lin Canghai could only sigh secretly, and continued watching TV.

  The host announced the start of Zhang Yang's singing, and the screen was pitch black, and then a faint gleam appeared, but it was a kind of ink painting in the early morning.

  The sound of the zither spread slowly in the living room like flowing water, followed by the sound of the pipa and the drums, blending together. With the large-screen ink painting on the stage, it perfectly created a light and sad ancient Chinese charm.

  Lin still felt his eyes light up.

Chinese style!

   Zhang Yang actually wrote a Chinese style song!

  How did he know that he likes Chinese style?

   She quickly remembered that she had told him about it, and she was even happier.

   "The first dawn is through the window, the sun is shining on the West Bridge, and the clouds are shaking by itself. I miss the corner of your clothes that were swaying slightly in the lotus wind"

  With the faint sad singing, Lin Yiran immediately put away the joy just now, looked at the lyrics, tasted the meaning in every inch of the words, and a faint sense of sadness quickly enveloped the body and mind.

   "Golden wood carving, ripples of time, I sealed my pen seven years ago, because I spend my life only for you"

  After his wife passed away, the old man insisted on living alone when he heard this sentence, his old face that didn't have much expression at first burst into tears in an instant.

  It's been seven years...

   "The rain wets the eye sockets, leaning on the well every year and looking forward to returning to the church, the most fearful thing is that two lines of tears have been wet"

   "I was wandering in the world, and I couldn't find your paradise"

   "Put the east bottle in the west mirror, I wish I could forget it"

  Zhang has dealt with writing for most of his life. Hearing this lyrics, he immediately felt that it was a bit deliberately put together, but the flaws are not hidden, and he has no intention to study these at the moment.

On the long table against the wall in the living room, there is a mirror on the left end, and an antique blue and white porcelain vase on the right end. It was purchased and placed by the wife according to the rules of his hometown in Huizhou when she bought furniture before marriage, implying a lifetime of peace. Later, the eldest son died. Moving to his former residence is the same.

   "The rain wets the eye sockets, leaning on the well every year and looking forward to returning to the church, the most fearful thing is that two lines of tears have been wet"

   "I was wandering in the world, and I couldn't find your paradise"

   "Put the east bottle in the west mirror, I wish I could forget it"

  …

  The singing sound echoed in the living room, Lin still sniffed, Su Hui felt distressed and funny, and said angrily, "Your grandparents are fine, why are you crying?"

Lin Canghai hurriedly took the tissue box and handed it to his daughter. Lin Yiran took two tissues to wipe off the tears on his face. Feeling embarrassed, he sniffed and said in a nasal voice: "You sing so well, I'm touched." no, sorry?"

   "All right, all right!"

  Lin Canghai made concessions for his daughter in all his principles, so he could still teach her a lesson. He nodded hurriedly, and comforted him, "Okay, okay, we're going to finish singing, don't cry, don't cry."

   "I'm not crying!"

  Lin still held the ball of paper and emphasized, "I am moved!"

   "Let's go, move, move."

Lin Canghai took the ball of paper she held in her hand and threw it into the trash can, "Listen to what the instructor said, I remember Zhang Yang said in the preview that it was his grandpa's birthday, there must be an explanation. "

  Lin still sniffed lightly. Although she covered her embarrassment with a rascal, she still felt a little ashamed. Fortunately, her parents didn't care, which gave her some psychological comfort.

  After Zhang Yang sang, the next step was the tutor's comments and his introduction. Lin was still quickly amused by the compliments of several tutors, but Zhang Cong didn't pay attention to these things at the corner outside Qingcheng.

  In the darkness of night, the old man came to the grave of his dead wife alone, and stood in a daze for a long time looking at the stone tablet that he could no longer see clearly the six characters "Tomb of Beloved Wife Luo Qing" written by himself.

  The night wind blew across the orchard, and there seemed to be whispers.

Until a crescent moon appeared in the eastern night sky, the old man who had been speechless for a long time looked up at the sky, then sighed leisurely and waved his hands: "Okay, okay, I know, I know, it's already midnight, I don't need you Nagging, I'll go back by myself, I'll go back to my room and sleep, I'll come see you two tomorrow morning, if you have anything to say to me, come and see me... I'll sleep more. "

   Today's first update, the last free chapter.

   The first paid chapter should be released around 12:30, because I haven't finished writing it yet (ì_í)

  (end of this chapter)