Chapter 183: Time, Time, Please Slow Down

Among songs depicting fatherly love, besides "Father," there is another one called "Prose Poem Written by Father" that is equally moving.

But Luo Mo did not choose the latter.

Because almost all the lyrics of that song do not match his own personal situation.

First is the era; the child in that song should actually have been born in the late seventies or early eighties.

The original lyrics feature a daughter, though Li Jian did change it and sang a son's version.

At the same time, the father figure in it has no overlap with Luo Ba, and the lyrics even explicitly state that the grandmother has passed away, yet Luo Mo's grandparents are both still alive.

"Prose Poem Written by Father" has a very strong sense of the era, and the detachment from Luo Mo's personal identity and family is too great. If one were to rewrite the lyrics from beginning to end, then the song's most essential sense of the era would disappear.

Then that would not be presenting a classic good song, but wasting it.

The selection of a song needs to fit the context, otherwise, it is just mindless showing off.

When he sang the line, "【Am I your pride?】", a large number of young audience members in the hall felt a tug in their hearts.

"Yeah, Dad, would I be your pride?"

The bullet comments in the Live Broadcast also fell into a frenzy in an instant.

I don't know why, but a simple line, "【Am I your pride?】", touched the hearts of countless people.

Because we all know in our hearts that we are merely one of the masses, we are all just ordinary people.

We might not be that outstanding, not that successful, and we are definitely not the so-called "【child of someone else's family】".

In the Live Broadcast, a massive wave of bullet comments swept in.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I haven't achieved anything."

"I only remember when my college entrance exam scores came out, he said he could stand a little straighter when he went out."

"I want to cry, I feel so guilty, why is that?"

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't get into the university we had a Promise for this year."

"I've been muddled, just eating and waiting to die at home, sponging off my parents, and suddenly I feel so guilty."

Time is truly a very strange thing; it makes people swap roles.

Just like a passage on the internet:

"【Twenty years ago.

"Dad, what is this?"

"Dad, why is he like this?"

"Dad, look at this, what's going on?"

"Dad, you can even fix the TV."

Twenty years later.

"Son, what is this you're playing?"

"Son, help me see why it won't move."

"Son, why is this flashing?"

"Son, you can even fix the computer."】"

In the lounge, Chen Shanqi was already listening in tears, and Sun Yi's eyes were also red.

They did not expect that Director Luo would bring such a song.

Zhao Xueqin's whole body also stiffened.

He did not expect Luo Mo would bring such a song that strikes the soul.

This young man is no longer showing off his skills, not innovating in composition and Arranger, and not doing any Pre-chorus Kill or interlude kills.

He simply brought out the most rustic emotions of people to make everyone empathize.

The Singing echoed on the stage.

"【Am I your pride?

Are you still worrying about me?

The child you care about,

Has grown up.】"

As soon as this sentence came out, only four large characters appeared on the big screen on stage.

It was precisely these simplest four characters that once again detonated the tear ducts of countless audience members.

"【Dad is old.】"

In Shanghai, the physical education student Liao Ning was watching the Live Broadcast with his roommates in the dormitory.

It is hard to imagine a group of men over 1.8 meters tall gathered together, each one holding back tears, and then having to ask each other: "Are you crying?"

Liao Ning had a sudden inspiration and said: "Should we send a WeChat to our dads together and see how they reply?"

The roommates, while listening to the song, asked: "Send what?"

Liao Ning looked at the overwhelming "【Dad, I miss you】" in the bullet comments and said: "Just send that."

"We aren't sending it in the bullet comments; real men send it directly to the person!" Liao Ning shouted.

"Huh?" The roommates were all stunned.

Daughters might say such things to their dads, but most sons probably really can't open their mouths.

But perhaps because the emotions were there, or perhaps because the atmosphere had been built up to this point, these big boys picked up their phones and started sending it out in unison.

Not long after, they received replies.

Most of the replies were: "Are you out of living expenses?"

Only Liao Ning watched helplessly as his dad's side kept showing 【Typing...】, then deleting, then 【Typing...】 again.

In his impression, his dad was also a man not good with words; let alone with him, he hadn't even said any romantic words to his mom.

After a good while, he finally received a reply of a few words.

"Son, I miss you too."

Perhaps feeling it was too sentimental, the other side immediately changed the subject and sent another message: "Are you taking the high-speed rail home for a meal this weekend? Is your living allowance enough?"

Liao Ning exchanged glances with his roommates, and everyone decided to go home this weekend.

He typed: "I'm coming home, and my living allowance is enough. Don't we all go teach kids how to play basketball in our dorm? The money is enough."

His dad quickly replied again: "Keep the money you earned yourself."

Then, he received a text message; there was an extra sum of money in his bank card.

It wasn't just him; everyone in the dorm received a transfer from their dads.

This made them look at each other in dismay, and for some reason, they felt a bit uncomfortable in their hearts.

They sent messages on WeChat saying they wanted to return the money.

The reply they received was: "Be obedient, Dad has money."

…….

…….

Wucheng, a wedding dress shop.

Tian Weiwei was trying on wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses with her group of bridesmaids.

She was getting married soon, and would soon leave her parents, head to her new home, and live her own life as a couple.

Regarding this, she was both excited and expectant.

Life would soon become different.

In the lounge of the wedding dress shop, the Live Broadcast of the "King of Love Songs" was playing on the TV.

Originally, the sisters were chattering away discussing the clothes, but as Tian Weiwei gradually fell silent, everyone turned their gaze to the television.

Luo Mo's singing echoed in the lounge, and for some reason, Tian Weiwei felt like crying.

She loved her boyfriend very much and had been looking forward to this wedding day all along.

These past few days, she would occasionally rehearse the process at home, and she would smilingly hook her arm around her dad's, saying: "Comrade Lao Tian, on the day of the wedding, I will hold you like this and walk all the way there. Please make sure to straighten your back, don't hunch, and hand me over to my husband!"

Lao Tian smiled at her and even raised his hand, saying: "Received!"

After saying that, he tried his best to straighten his back, walked a few laps in the living room, and asked: "Is this okay? Comrade Little Tian, please review!"

Tian Weiwei laughed out loud on the side.

Lao Tian looked at his radiant daughter, and for some reason, turned his head and walked into the bathroom.

My daughter is getting married...

At this very moment, Tian Weiwei sat in the center of her sister group, sobbing uncontrollably.

She picked up her phone and called Lao Tian.

"Dad, I suddenly don't want to get married anymore." Her voice was choked with sobs, carrying a crying tone.

"Hello, Weiwei, why are you crying?"

"Weiwei, don't cry, tell Dad, what exactly happened?"

"Did you argue while picking out the wedding dress?"

"Weiwei, speak up, Dad is very worried when you are like this."

"Tell me, which wedding dress shop are you at? Dad is coming over right now. Did he bully you? Did he treat you badly!?"

"That brat, Dad will settle the score with him later. Don't cry, Weiwei, if you don't want to get married, then we won't get married. Dad will pick you up and bring you home, Dad will pick you up and bring you home, let's go home..."

……..

……..

This song was not long, and it was finished very quickly.

As the song ended, the final line of lyrics was:

"【Thank you for having you along the way.】"

Luo Mo placed one hand on the mic stand, lowered his head slightly, and finished the whole song.

For some reason, he thought of a poem written by a student at Beida at this moment.

"【I am one of the many events that make Mom and Dad age

Job titles, mortgage, the price of beef

I am among them, the most enduring

I am the only matching symptom of this middle-aged couple

A shared ailment, for twenty-three years

Testing their marriage at every moment

I am almost patience itself

I am the side of exhaustion, the interval of scolding

I am the larger stone in the flowing water

Dividing the tears into two parts.】"

When he first saw this poem, he felt shocked in his heart.

Sigh, the parents of Huaxia.

Backstage, Ke Ming directed the camera to sweep across the faces of the audience.

Many girls had their makeup ruined by tears.

Presumably, there are even more people watching the Live Broadcast who are crying, right?

As for the judges' panel, several professional judges were also sobbing uncontrollably, and Lv Yi, who was sitting in the front row, was even more tear-streaked.

The female host went on stage at this moment; she was somewhat at a loss.

Her eye sockets were also red, and she did not know whether she should ask Teacher Lv Yi to give a few words of critique.

He appeared to have the greatest emotional fluctuation, but precisely because his emotional fluctuation was too great, it made her feel a bit reluctant to disturb him.

However, Lv Yi raised his head himself and waved to the person beside him, signaling for them to give him the microphone.

As soon as he picked up the microphone, his voice was slightly hoarse, and his first sentence was: "Luo Mo, for this song of yours, 'Father', I am giving a perfect score."

Once these words were spoken, they did not trigger an uproar in the audience.

On the contrary, many people even agreed with it.

Perhaps there were emotional factors involved, but everyone did not feel surprised.

Lv Yi continued: "Perhaps many viewers, after watching the program and listening to the song, will send their dads a WeChat message or make a phone call or something."

"Do not feel shy or embarrassed; you do not know how many people in this world actually envy you, envy that you can still... still make a phone call to your dad."

Having said this, he put down the microphone and did not say anything more.

The tree desires stillness but the wind will not cease; the child desires to provide for their parents, but the parents are no longer there.

The parents are no longer there!

Clearly, when I was young, I felt he was such a tall and imposing person; how did he end up becoming a box held in one's hands?

He didn't even have time to let him live a single day of a good life.

Not even one day.

Therefore, in his entire song, what he liked the most was the first line of the chorus.

"Time, time...

Slow down."

(PS: First update.)

(End of this chapter)