Rebirth in the 1960s, starting from Chinese medicine

And the eyes of Wen Hui and Wang Yueyue are a bit brighter than Wen Xuan's. Girls always have to be more emotional.

They didn't expect that their father was so romantic that he would even sing to his mother, and it was such an important time when he came to the door for the first time.

"Ah?" Li Chu was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what he was singing at that time. He recalled the song carefully. It was easy to sing, but he thought of a more serious problem.

Just like the girl who sang the song just now, when the song is sung by the singer after a few years, how should he explain it?

Forget it, don’t care, anyway, it will take at least ten years, the big deal is that I won’t sing it later, maybe they will forget it.

At this time, Li Chu could only deceive himself and others like this.

The song Ding Qiunan was talking about was what he sang for the rest of his life, and he could only sing the middle part, after playing the guitar twice, he just opened his mouth and sang it.

"For the rest of my life, you will be the wind and snow, you will be the ordinary, and you will be the poor..."

"I want to take you to see the clear sky, and I want to tell you loudly that I am fascinated by you. The past has passed, and you will always be moved. For the rest of my life, I only want you..."

Li Chu was singing, and the three children looked at each other. They really hadn't heard this song before.

When Dad was happy at home, he would occasionally hum a few words, but most of them were Peking Opera, and there were very few such songs.

Most importantly, they have never heard of this song.

Wenhui and Wenxuan don't talk about it, they have genetic problems, they don't have any artistic talents.

But Wang Yueyue is different, her mother is from the publicity team, and she has inherited Li Qiaoyun's artistic gene in her bones, otherwise she would not have thought about singing on stage this time.

For this period of time, she has been looking for tapes everywhere and listening to popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan, but she has never heard of this song.

Could it be that Chu's father really wrote the song for Qiu Nan's mother?

A lot of question marks popped up in her little head.

At this time, Ding Qiunan's eyes were watery and her face was flushed. When she heard this song again after twenty years, she seemed to have returned to the past.

Wenhui gestured to Wenxuan and Yueyue, and the three of them exited the living room carefully, and even closed the door.

The three living people walked out, how could the other two people in the room not know, but these two people are immersed in their own emotions now, and they just don't bother to talk to them.

Ding Qiunan raised his hand to wipe away the tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks, walked over and sat on his man's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and offered a sweet kiss.

The three children who had gone out all came to Wenxuan's room. Wang Yueyue was not polite at all, kicked off the slippers, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Sister Hui, why does Papa Chu have so many things? And I feel like I wrote the song just now."

"I don't know if my father wrote that song, but I just think the strangest thing is that my father could sing this kind of song twenty years ago."

"What's wrong with singing this kind of song, it's very romantic, okay, sister Hui?" After speaking, Wang Yueyue stared fixedly at Li Wenxuan with wide eyes.

Wen Xuan suddenly felt dizzy, how could he not understand what his fiancée meant, and hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Yueyue, I will try my best to learn and sing for you in the future."

Seeing her fiancé's playful look, Wang Yueyue smiled sweetly.

When interrupted by these two people, Wen Hui forgot to think about why her father sang a song that was absolutely rebellious in that era twenty years ago.

She rolled her eyes at the two people beside her one after another, but a Shen Yi face also appeared in her mind, wondering if he would sing for her.

Having such a pair of parents is good or bad for the three children.

The good thing is to let them know what happiness is from an early age, but the bad thing is exactly the same.

Because the happiness of each person and each family is different, it is impossible for you to copy a model.

And after seeing the happiness of their parents, what will happen if they find that their lives are not like that in the days to come?

Here Ding Qiunan hugged her husband's waist tightly, pressed her cheek against his chest, and sat quietly in his arms.

"Twenty years are good, can you sing to me again?"

"Okay, I'll try to sing to you four or five more times."

"Pfft...how is that possible!"

Sing it once in twenty years, and sing it four times more than one hundred and twenty, let alone five times.

"I will try my best to adjust our bodies to the best, so that we can live longer, longer."

"Okay." Ding Qiunan raised his head from his embrace: "Then I will cooperate with you well and try to listen to you sing more times."

...

The next day was Sunday. After getting up and having breakfast in the morning, Li Chu didn't let Tian Jun drive. Li Chu drove his wife and three children to Uncle Wang's side.

Li Qiaoyun is also here today, and did not accompany the team to the grassroots troops to express condolences.

After hearing the little things her daughter whispered to herself, she took a surprised look at the father-in-law sitting in the living room.

Is this still a doctor? How can everything?

As for Li Chu at this time, while he was talking to Aunt Wang in the living room, he also thought of Li Qiaoyun's identity.

He was going to give this brother and sister a song to express her gratitude for sending such a good daughter-in-law to his family.

After eating at noon, several people sat in the living room and chatted. The arrival of the three children made Aunt Wang very happy from ear to ear.

The other two families are too far away, so it is inconvenient to come back. Fortunately, these three children come back to accompany her from time to time, so that the old lady can be happy.

Uncle Wang hasn't been in Beijing for the past few days, so he doesn't know where to inspect it.

"Qiaoyun, I have a song here, let me hum it for you, and see if you can sing it to the soldiers when you go to the grassroots to express condolences."

! ! !

Li Qiaoyun didn't expect to hear from her daughter just now that her father-in-law might write songs in the future, and now she will give herself a song.

but……

"Brother, you also know that our army is different from the place. When we go out to condolences, we can't sing songs like those from Hong Kong and Taiwan."

"I know this for sure. I'll sing it to you first. If you think it works, you can use it. If it doesn't work, let it go. How about it?"

Aunt Wang asked softly in Wenhui's ear, "Your father can sing?"

"Yeah." Li Wenhui nodded, "Grandma, let me tell you, my dad sings really well."

"Hey, I haven't really heard of it."

"Then grandma, you have to listen carefully."

Songs suitable for singing in grassroots troops are not something ordinary people can come up with. Sitting beside her husband, Ding Qiunan turned her head and looked at him with adoration. She was full of confidence in her man.