Chen Qiang drove Wuling Rongguang, while Chen Minhao carefully held the pot of lotus petals and sat in the passenger seat.
In order to prevent Chen Qiang from slamming on the brakes in an emergency and causing him to throw the flower out, Chen Minhao held the flower pot tightly, fearing that the lotus petal orchid cherished by Chen Qiang would be slightly damaged. Chen Minhao was actually a little reluctant to give it away, but then he thought about it, his time was unstable, and he probably wouldn't be able to take care of it well. Moreover, if giving this potted flower away can help him, it will also fulfill Father Chen's wish.
Su Yan knows flowers. As soon as Chen Minhao returned to Kang's office with the orchid in his arms, Su Yan praised: "This pot of orchid is well grown. The whole plant is well-proportioned, the flowers and leaves are coordinated, and the left and right petals are slightly upward. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it." .”
Because orchids cannot be checked on planes, it is impossible for Chen Minhao to check them on planes. Therefore, Su Yan volunteered, and she and Chen Qiang took turns driving the pot of flowers to Kyoto.
Chen Minhao thanked her again and again, and then took care of the details of the flowers according to the instructions given by Mother Chen on the note. Finally, Su Yan got tired of hearing this and patted his chest and said, "People are spending time!"
Chen Minhao personally sent the two of them to the underground parking lot. Before they got in the car, Chen Minhao warned them again: "Take care of my dad's flowers!"
After Chen Minhao and Kang Hui returned to the office, Kang Hui closed the door, lit a cigarette and said, "Okay, let me listen to your new song."
Chen Minhao picked up the guitar in the corner and tuned it.
"I always ask for things from you, but never say thank you. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it's not easy for you to leave. Every time I leave, I pretend to be relaxed and say go back with a smile. I turn around and have tears in my eyes. I miss you so much. Same, holding your warm hand..."
Kang Hui was completely immersed in the soothing guitar sound and the slightly sad male voice, so much so that she forgot about the burning cigarette in her hand, and her index and middle fingers were burned by the cigarette.
After Chen Minhao dialed the last line, the office fell into silence. Kang Hui took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. You wait in my office."
Six or seven minutes later, Kang returned. Her eyes were red and there were drops of water on her face. Chen Minhao guessed that she just went to the toilet to cry, and then went to wash her face.
Chen Minhao originally thought that Kang Hui would share her thoughts on hearing this song, but she directly analyzed the value of this song: "In our traditional Chinese culture, the standard for a good father is: strict father ; The standard for a good mother is: a loving mother. Although the feminist movement is booming, our society is half patriarchal.
In a traditional family, a strict father treats his children unselfishly and bury his love deep in his heart. Many children were afraid of and hated their father when they were young, but when they grow up and truly understand their father's love, the children do not know how to express their love for their father who is no longer young.
Because it’s hard to talk about my father, and this song would be a good entry point. So we must make it carefully, and let this song ring in our heads every Father’s Day, every father’s birthday, and even every time we want to thank our father!”
Kang Hui flipped his hair and said, "Chen Minhao, you are really amazing. You may really become a global superstar."
Chen Minhao said with a serious face: "Sister Kang, you are also very good!" When Kang Hui heard this song, he went to the toilet to cry in less than 10 minutes, but he was still able to analyze so many things logically. Stuff, really awesome. In a sense, Kang Hui's analysis foresees the "future"!
Kang Hui tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Wu Hongrong and I have made an appointment at the company's recording studio at 10 a.m. tomorrow."
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The next morning, Shenmeng Agency recording studio.
"… Thank you for everything you have done. You have supported our home with both hands. You have always tried your best to give me the best. Am I proud of you? Are you still worried about me?"
The sound insulation effect of the recording studio is particularly good. Outside the recording room, Chen Minhao's voice can only be heard through headphones.
Chen Minhao walked out of the closed recording studio. He rubbed his ears and was about to ask, "How was my singing?" Then he saw Wu Hongrong still wearing headphones to listen to the playback.
After four minutes passed, Wu Hongrong clicked replay again.
After listening to the playback twice, Wu Hongrong stood up unsteadily and turned around. Others saw that his eyes were red and he seemed to have lost his soul. They said blankly: "I need to pee urgently. I need to go to the bathroom." His voice became extremely hoarse, and after speaking, he staggered out of the door. Walk.
After Wu Hongrong arrived at the small stall in the bathroom, he sat on the toilet. This man in his forties could no longer contain his emotions and choked up in the blink of an eye.
Wu Hongrong fell into deep memories.
His mother fell ill and died when he was one year old. His father was worried that after finding a stepmother, she would not be good to the children, so he peed all over the place, dragging himself, his brother, and his sister down. Because he was the youngest and had never enjoyed maternal love, Wu's father was always worried that he would not have enough to eat when he was young. Therefore, when he was young, his brother and sister always said that his father was partial.
Dad is indeed partial. When I came home last week, I saw the nanny feeding my father. The nanny was very kind and patiently fed dumplings to my father who had limited mobility with a spoon. But the father was like a child, pushing the nanny away again and again, shouting: "I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat, I want to leave it to Rongrong."
And Rongrong is his nickname. My father has been suffering from Alzheimer's disease since two years ago and cannot remember anything. But every time he eats something delicious, he pushes it away and yells: "If I don't want to eat it, I will leave it to Rongrong."
Thinking of this, Wu Hongrong could no longer hold back his tears. A forty-year-old man sat on the toilet and cried bitterly.
In addition to memories, Wu Hongrong only had Chen Minhao's song left in his mind: "Thank you for everything you have done. You have supported our home with both hands. You have always tried your best to give me the best. Am I your pride? Are you still there?" Are you worried about me? The child you care about has grown up!"
In the recording studio, assistant Xiao Cao glanced at Wu Hongrong strangely as he walked out. He sat on a chair and listened to it once with headphones, and then listened again. Ten minutes later, Xiao Cao also stood up and said, "I need to pee too. I need to go to the toilet."
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After a while, Wu Hongrong, who had calmed down, returned to the recording studio, walked straight to Chen Minhao, and said, "Let's go, Chen Minhao, come with me to Kyoto now."
Playlist: NetEase Cloud Music, QQ Music Search "Global Superstars Begin as Trainees"
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