Night fell, and the lights were lit.
Yulin Road.
The number of people shuttling back and forth was several times more than usual.
There was a sea of people.
It was the weekend.
The people of the city who liked to enjoy life walked out of their homes, called their friends, and walked on the streets.
Today will be the end, tomorrow will be the battle.
They seized the time and enjoyed the last bit of leisure time of the holiday.
A tall and slender figure walked over from afar.
From far to near.
A cap, a mask, a black trench coat, a white shirt, and a guitar!
Even though he had deliberately kept a low profile, his increasingly outstanding temperament made him the center of attention.
The number of heads turned was extremely high.
The eye-catching rate exceeded the standard.
A group of handsome young men and beautiful young women looked at him with admiration and admiration.
Some people could not help but follow.
A slightly plump girl with a fair complexion saw the path that the handsome guitar guy was taking. Suddenly, she thought of something and her eyes lit up.
The scream was like lightning, piercing through the sky.
Ah ~~!
"Chen Dada!"
"He is Chen Dada!"
As soon as he said that, the people on the road stopped in their tracks.
They all focused on the figure that stood out from the crowd.
So!
A rare sight appeared on Yu Lin's path.
A young man with a guitar on his back walked in front.
A group of excited men and women followed behind him.
No one stepped forward to block their way.
Following the broadcast of The Singer, Chen Changfeng's fame soared.
His popularity exploded!
It wasn't the "pride of the city" that he shouted, but the "light of the city" in reality.
No one rushed forward, which reflected the cultivation of the people of the city.
It also showed the quality of Chen Changfeng's fans.
Most importantly, Chen Changfeng was going to sing on the streets.
For the time being, he wouldn't run!
It was as if one person was walking on a border, followed by thousands of troops.
A few minutes later.
The same place and time.
The same microphone and guitar.
The unchanging slogan was,
"I have a song, do you have a story?】
[A story, a song!】
[Reward as you wish, leave as you wish.】
Everything was ready.
Chen Changfeng didn't care about his image and acted freely.
As if there was no one else around, he sat down on the steps by the roadside.
Waiting for the story to come.
No one came forward to disturb them as they knew the rules of the city.
He understood that now was not the time.
Some people waited with them, while others wandered around.
Waiting for the guitar to play, they quickly gathered.
Half
an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Changfeng sat quietly on the steps, as if he could wait until the end of time.
There was no trace of dissatisfaction or impatience.
He was sitting on the most bustling and noisy street, but it was as if he was in a different dimension and world from the others.
The former moves, the latter is still
It was a contradiction.
It became a special scene.
During this period, many onlookers left temporarily. They felt bored and went to the nearby shopping malls, food streets, bookstores... for a walk.
There were fewer and fewer people waiting.
Chen Changfeng took his time.
At this moment, he was extremely grateful for his past experiences.
Long periods of solitude and creation had trained his heart.
If he did not go crazy in silence, he would become stronger in silence.
That was why he was able to remain calm and steady in the bustling crowd.
They could self-discipline in prosperity and heal themselves in desolation.
Don't abandon your dreams, don't give up and persevere.
A few minutes later.
An old man in a wheelchair pushed his way out of the crowd.
He was wearing a decent suit.
His white hair was meticulously combed.
A blissful smile bloomed on his face that was covered in age spots.
An old lady in a white wedding dress sat in the wheelchair.
Her silver hair was tied up.
She wore a silver crown on her head.
Although he was disabled, he was still smiling.
He smiled amiably.
Kind eyes.
Anyone could see that she was living a very fortunate life.
That thick happiness could not be faked. Without decades of accumulation and settling, it was difficult to emit it.
"This is an old couple living a happy life!”
This was everyone's first impression of them.
Many people were infected by their auras and smiled knowingly.
It was as if she had become blissful.
A warm atmosphere gradually filled the air.
To pass on happiness and calm people's hearts.
Chen Changfeng stood up.
He walked towards the old couple.
He saw a story from them.
This feeling was hard to explain, just like how women had a sixth sense and detectives would always smell the truth.
Chen Changfeng could always tell whether a person had a story or not.
Perhaps it was because they were both people with stories.
Perhaps it was because of his intuition.
The
old man took off his backpack from the back of his wheelchair.
She took out a glass of white wine and a plate of peanuts.
He sat on the ground.
"Young man, let me tell you a story.”
The old man said.
He drank three glasses of wine at the beginning.
There was a sense of comfort and satisfaction on his face.
Obviously, he was a person who liked drinking and enjoyed it.
Then, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
He clicked his tongue twice and had a look of reminiscence.
Pa ~~!
She slapped the old lady in the wheelchair and glared at her husband.
"What did you say?”
"Actually, it's just that you're good at drinking. The Liquor worm came up and was craving for it, that was why he found such an excuse.”
"So we can drink openly!”
After a few angry words, the old lady became amiable again and smiled at Chen Changfeng.
"Xiao Chen!"
"Don't mind me!"
"This damned old man had to say that he had a good story and wanted to share it with you. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes even if he stepped into the coffin.”
"You still insisted on me coming over."
"I'm just a little greedy. Don't mind me.”
"I won't!"
Chen Changfeng's voice was cold.
"Ahem!"
The old man hurriedly coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.
I'll smile at my wife, trying to please her
Then, with a nostalgic expression and turbid old eyes filled with the past, he began to tell his own story.
"More than 60 years ago, Xia Country was just established.”
"To put it bluntly, I'm poor!"
"Poor!"
"I lack everything!"
"At that time, I was a top student studying overseas.”
"He's in an important position."
"You're young and promising, and you're full of yourself.”
"I feel a little more arrogant.”
"At that time, the eldest was not young. Someone introduced him to a partner. His standards were high and he was picky.”
"I'm already in my twenties, and I haven't even married yet.”
"Become an older leftover man of that era.”
The
old man's aged voice slowly echoed in the arena.
It was neither light nor heavy, and it carried the vicissitudes and heaviness of history.
The sound was comfortable.
The story gradually unfolded.
The surrounding people who were whispering to each other fell silent. They couldn't help but perk up their ears and listen.
For a moment, only the old man's voice was left in the room.
…At
that time.
Everyone in the factory knew about the young man who had eyes above his head.
Everyone was discussing what kind of Gu Liang he could find in the future.
Who knew that he would go to the countryside?
This man, who was regarded as a rich and handsome man by everyone, had taken a fancy to a village girl in the mountains.
He even asked a matchmaker to propose marriage and asked the factory manager to act as a matchmaker.
He had volunteered several times to go to the poor mountains where no one was willing to go.
The news spread.
The entire factory was in an uproar.
There was gossip everywhere.
"Have you heard? The young man with high standards in our factory has taken a fancy to a village girl!”
"I've heard about it for a long time. These few days, this matter has been spreading everywhere. The single girl in the factory secretly scolded that village girl and said that the young man was blind.”
"Tsk tsk! People who had drunk foreign ink were indeed different. Their taste was so unique. They did not choose the beautiful golden phoenix in the factory, but chose the local sparrow in the mountain. I don't believe that even if she really marries over, a village girl can still fly up to the branches and become a phoenix?”
…Even
the factory manager had a headache.
However, he still couldn't persuade the stubborn young man. In the end, he compromised and completed this matter.
After they got married.
The village girl was brought into the building arranged by the factory by the young man.
He had made a lot of jokes.
Many people said that the younger generation was blind.
She had thought that he would find a talented girl who was also a university graduate. She did not expect that he would find a village girl who was illiterate.
She had thought that he would find a slim, fair-skinned, handsome, and beautiful woman. She did not expect that he would end up with a dark-faced village girl.
She had thought that he would find a girl whose parents were both guides and had an extraordinary background. She did not expect that he would end up with a poor village girl.
…At
first, he was not used to using the toilet in the building.
Later, he pulled the rope to flush the water, and the stench was overwhelming.
The clothes she was wearing were old-fashioned.
…The
village girl had become an exception in the factory.
The young woman ostracized her, and the woman laughed at her.
Without a job, she was afraid of getting lost when she went out.
I don't even wander around the city.
Her only salvation was her husband.
The young man also knew his wife's predicament.
Every night, he taught his wife how to read and write, starting from the basics.
He taught her how to use the facilities in the building, taught her how to get food, and took her to the factory and the city to wander around.
He tried his best to bring her to adapt to everything in the city.
He turned a blind eye to the strange gazes around him.
He turned a deaf ear to the laughter of the people.
He spoke softly and slowly appeased his wife's uneasy emotions.
He took great pains and gradually untied his wife's inferiority complex.
He had once combed her hair and comforted her gently.
"Our days are ours, not for others to see.”
"It's too tiring to live in the comments of others!”
"In our lives, we want to follow our hearts. The opinions of others are none of our business.”
"In life, the most important thing is for the two of us to be happy.”
"Since I chose you!"
"It's because you're better than them!”
"Even if in the eyes of others, you have all kinds of shortcomings, in my eyes, you are extremely good.”
"Let's live our own lives. Let them talk!”
…
Forever and ever.
His wife was completely touched.
She had become as willful as her husband.
She was 120% passionate, studying hard, living seriously, and transforming herself.
However…it
wasn't for the gossip of others.
It was to respond to his sincerity with sincerity.
She wanted to become someone who could communicate with her husband.
He was truly on par with him.
One year.
Two years.
Three years.
The
days passed.
Years passed by.
Time passed silently, but he saw traces on a village girl's body.
When she first came, she was an unattractive village girl who gradually blossomed. In just a few years, she became a university student.
She took off her yellow and black outer clothes, threw away her illiterate hat, and grew into a beautiful and generous white swan.
He spoke elegantly and naturally.
It was as sour as eating a ton of lemons.
What made all the big guliang wives even more envious was that ever since she married the young man, this village girl had never entered the kitchen.
If she didn't eat in the cafeteria, her husband would cook and feed her.
Every day, her husband would take her out for a walk.
Every day, her husband would prepare a small surprise for her.
It was a flower, a piece of cake, or a piece of floral cloth... They would
voluntarily hand over their wages and occasionally have candlelight dinners.
The anniversary of their first meeting, the anniversary of their engagement, the anniversary of their marriage, the anniversary of their 100-day relationship, his wife's birthday, the day his wife's relatives came, the first anniversary of their marriage
…He remembered all kinds of dates clearly.
He would secretly prepare gifts.
He had inadvertently given her a surprise!
Although there was a risk of exposing his secret savings, and he would be criticized by men for being henpecked and picking on his ears, he always doted on his wife like a princess.
Even if he had a baby and had the bloodline to continue, his wife was still the first in his heart.
…At
the scene.
At some point, the old man stopped telling the story.
Now, the old lady's voice echoed.
The smell of happiness became even more intense.
She slowly narrated the story of her youth, her tone carrying a hint of pride.
He was like a child showing off, vividly demonstrating the meaning of an old child.
The old man's face turned red when he heard this.
Chen Changfeng smiled.
More and more onlookers listened with envy.
Especially the women, they looked forward to it.
A young lady secretly pinched her boyfriend's waist and gave him a warning look. Learn.
A married wife glared at her husband angrily. When she saw him, she would get angry and unceremoniously record it on her phone to compile her husband's contract.
Some of the male onlookers looked at the old man with indescribable expressions.
The old man took out a thermos flask.
The old lady skillfully took a sip and moistened her throat as she continued to speak.
No one disturbed him.
Chen Changfeng glanced at the old man who was paying attention to the details. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he continued to listen.
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