After sending the voice message, Yang Chengguang sighed softly. The expression on his face seemed to be even more aggrieved.
Aunt Yang shrugged her shoulders and could not help but tremble.
Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
The usual Yang Chengguang looked very serious.
But in reality, Yang Chengguang was like a child when he faced his daughter.
If he felt wronged, he would confide in his daughter and seek her comfort.
Aunt Yang was unwilling to coax the old man.
Therefore, every time the old man felt wronged or angry, he would go to his daughter.
If not for his daughter's filial piety, no matter how busy she was, she would have taken the time to comfort him.
If it was someone who was not filial, they would not care about this old man.
After sending a voice message, Yang Chengguang sent a few more.
Mrs. Yang raised her hand and gently patted the back of Yang Chengguang's head.
"One message isn't enough. There are voice messages after voice messages. Don't disturb your daughter's work.”
"I just wanted my daughter to comfort me, but you didn't.”Yang Chengguang touched the back of his head and said aggrievedly.
He looked completely different from the one who had been clamoring to compete with Shen Mu. It was as if he had become a different person.
He was clearly sixty years old, but he looked like a six-year-old child.
However, Yang Chengguang only showed this " hurt " expression when no one was looking.
Fortunately, everyone dispersed. They either went to play or drink tea.
There were only the two of them now, and no one saw Yang Chengguang's 'pretentious' look.
Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes.
He had once suspected that he was not marrying an old man, but a young lady.
.....
At this moment, in Jiaxing Entertainment.
In the boss 'office.
Yang Mi was sitting in front of the computer, holding the mouse in her hand, looking for a familiar lyricist from the contact list.
Yang Mi had a headache after staring at the computer for several hours.
She rubbed her temples and took a deep breath. She was ready to work hard to find a lyricist today.
The new song had already been prepared for more than a month, and he had also released the news that he was going to release a new song.
The original lyricist and composer had all been found.
However, two people could not perform a song at the same time.
If the lyricist didn't have the lyrics, the composition couldn't proceed.
Today, the composer had already started to rush him. There were still many artistes and singers waiting in line to compose.
But it was also today that Yang Mi fired the lyricist.
"Sigh ~" Yang Mi sighed heavily.
At this moment.
"Ding ~"
A message sounded.
Not long after this voice rang out, there were many more tinkling sounds, as if reminding Yang Mi to rest.
Yang Mi helplessly put down the mouse and took a look at her phone.
Note: "Dad" and "Mom" sent a lot of messages.
Especially her father, who was still sending messages.
Yang Mi guessed that they might be talking about traveling.
However, he didn't want to brush off his parents, so he clicked on it.
A video and five voice messages from her father popped up.
He could tell from the paused video.
Her father's post must be related to calligraphy.
In the video, there was a piece of white Xuan paper with black handwriting.
She didn't need to listen to the voice message to know that her father was definitely asking about the writing.
Looking at the message from her father, Yang Mi couldn't help but smile.
He let out a long sigh." This old man…"
Yang Mi sighed and did not hurry to open the video.
He played the voice message first.
Yang Chengguang's aged voice sounded.
Yang Mi was already used to him talking like this.
When he used this tone, he definitely wanted her to praise him.
Yang Mi did not hesitate. She opened the video and planned to analyze it seriously.
The video started with Du Fu's " 15th August, Night Moon, Two Songs ".
" Hmm, this regular script isn't bad."
Yang Mi nodded as she watched.
Yang Chengguang had been writing calligraphy for decades, and Yang Mi had been influenced by him since she was young.
Therefore, he could still understand a little.
Then, the phone began to shake and swayed to the other side.
Another piece of calligraphy appeared in front of Yang Mi.
Yang Chengguang was so eager to seek his daughter's comfort that he forgot to tell her who had written the two pieces of calligraphy.
Yang Mi tacitly agreed that these two paintings were written by her father.
He was prepared to analyze the two paintings together.
The second piece of calligraphy began to play.
Yang Mi was stunned when she saw the words.
"This word."
A pair of watery eyes moved closer, wanting to take a closer look at the words.
The more she looked, the more confused Yang Mi became.
"Haven't you seen this word before? Could it be that dad just learned it?"
While muttering to her phone, Yang Mi scrolled the video progress bar forward.
He let the second piece of calligraphy play from the beginning.
Yang Mi watched the second broadcast more carefully.
Yang Chengguang took very detailed pictures, starting from the beginning bit by bit.
Following the camera, Yang Mi muttered to herself," When will the bright moon appear? I'll ask the blue sky about the wine."
"This poem isn't bad either!" Yang Mi's eyes suddenly lit up.
As if he was interested, he continued to read the words on it.
"I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind and return, but I'm afraid it's too cold at the top."
Until the video finished playing.
Yang Mi's face flashed with joy.
"What poem is this? It was written so well! Why haven't I heard of it before?"
As she spoke, she put down her phone and placed her hand on the keyboard.
He checked his phone and began to search.
The joy of the previous second was suddenly gone in the next second.
He couldn't find anything online.
Yang Mi frowned slightly and guessed," Could it be that Dad wrote it himself?”
"When did dad become so literary?”
Thinking of this and looking at the poem recorded in the video, Yang Mi was ecstatic.
The poem is beautiful, the word is beautiful.
If such a poem was really created by his father, wouldn't it be suitable for lyrics?!
This way, it would save him the trouble of finding a lyricist!
After making up her mind, Yang Mi couldn't suppress her excitement. Her hands couldn't stop trembling as she made a call.
.....
Meanwhile, Yang Chengguang and his wife were still bickering.
"Is my daughter's work more important or me?”Yang Chengguang put his hands on his waist and said unwillingly.
"Take a break for a few days and your daughter's work will be smooth.”
Mrs. Yang shook her head and looked at him with a disappointed expression.
However, at this moment.
"Ring, ring, ring-"
Yang Chengguang's phone suddenly rang.
The remark of " precious daughter " was very conspicuous.
Yang Chengguang was delighted. He raised his chin proudly and said to Mrs. Yang," You see, I'm still more important.”
Mrs. Yang pursed her lips.
Yang Chengguang didn't care about this matter anymore. His daughter must be concerned about him when she called.
He answered the call without hesitation.
Yang Mi's sweet and excited voice sounded.
"Dad, I've seen your calligraphy. I didn't expect your level to be getting higher and higher! You've improved a lot compared to before!"
"Especially the second scroll! It's much better than the first one!"
"Although I've never seen this kind of handwriting before, I have to say that Dad, not only do your handwriting look good! The poem is so well written!"
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