How to evaluate "Prose Poems written by my father"?

Xu Qing’s choice is not to evaluate.

Many people have performed this song in public, including men and women, older, younger, and others showing off their skills, and others moving.

But at this moment, Xu Qing felt that no one sang better than Yang Tutu, although she had already begun to detune.

Some old photos flashed back on the big screen of the concert, which were those that Yang Dad had seen for Xu Qing. These photos were brought from Yang Dad early on by Xu Qing using the excuse of scanning and saving.

This is for Yang Tutu’s performance today.

Yang Tutu didn't know about this, and it was even more impossible for Yang's father to know about this.

The song floated, and it happened to be the chorus of the first paragraph.

Dad Yang did not cry out loud, and even tears did not flow out. At this moment, his eyes were red and he looked at his daughter on the stage with a little dull look.

Perhaps tears would blur my vision, and he wanted to see the daughter on the stage to see clearly.

Or maybe most men of this age are used to suppressing themselves and it is difficult to make any emotional moves.

Dad Yang loves this daughter very much. It is true that some parents in this world are like beasts, but Dad Yang is not among the ranks.

It is hard for Xu Qing to describe Yang’s emotions at this time, whether it is a surprise, sadness, sadness, or happiness?

Maybe all of them are.

At the end of the first paragraph, Yang Tutu held up the microphone and tried to keep his emotions stable.

“The crops have been harvested in 2014.

My old mother left the world last year.

My daughter ran into the campus with a ponytail.

But she has lost a lot of weight lately.

Think about the future, I am a pile of old paper money

My daughter at that time must have been very beautiful and beautiful

There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her home

But when I think of this, I can't bear to look at her..."

Anyone who has been on the stage probably knows that on the stage, due to lighting, it is actually difficult for performers to see the people in the stage. If there are no luminous items such as supporting lights and glow sticks, watch them on the stage.

No matter how many people there are, it will be pitch black.

But when Yang Tutu sang this part, Xu Qing felt that her eyes could accurately pass through the darkness below the stage and the fans' glow sticks, and see Yang's father below the stage and herself.

The dazed father Yang suddenly collapsed at this moment. He looked at Yang Tutu on the stage and turned to look at Xu Qing. His eyes were shuttled back and forth between Yang Xu and the others, his eyes, expressions, and physical movements were so helpless.

.

It's like a child who is having trouble but doesn't know how to solve it.

Finally, I could only lower my head and cover my face and sobbed silently.

Xu Qing held back his sore heart, reached out to float above Yang's back and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally took a slap. He knew why Yang's father was helpless like a child.

Because I snatched his most precious treasure.

Maybe he had already been prepared, but at this moment, the strong feeling of his heart being hollowed out inevitably came towards him like a tide.

How can a middle-aged man with only daughter left in his life bear it?

The concert and song ended with Yang Tutu's deep bow, but Yang's father could not stop crying. Years of grievances, years of pain, and years of depression burst out in concentrated moments.

The fans were so sensible that they did not come to disturb him. The eldest aunt and his relatives surrounded Yang's father to comfort him.

Xu Qing stood behind everyone and watched quietly without saying a word. What could he say?

He said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will treat Tutu well and respect you well?"

It makes no sense to say this. Maybe even he himself can't tell what he is crying. Crying is a good thing, and people need to vent.

After the fans dispersed, Yang's father's mood was still sluggish, but at least he calmed down. Everyone went back to the hotel and arrived at the room. Xu Qing saw Yang Tutu with red eyes. The girl obviously had cried.

In the suite where Dad Yang lives, relatives sat there chatting while continuing to comfort Dad Yang. Yang Tutu washed up and changed into clothes to look for her father. She wanted to pull Xu Qing with her, but Xu Qing didn't

Go, he chose to stay in the room.

The relatives of Dad Yang's side chatted with each other, making the atmosphere present improve. Dad Yang no longer fell into a sluggish mood, but listened to his relatives complimenting him with pride.

daughter.

Yang Tutu sat next to him, chatting with his relatives, occasionally talking about interesting things in the circle.

As he was talking, Dad Yang suddenly seemed to remember something. He pulled a gift box from behind him and said to Yang Tutu: "When Xiao Xu sent me back, he told me that this is a gift for you,

Let me pass it to you.”

"A gift for me?" Yang Tutu took the book-shaped gift box with some confusion.

"Tutu, are you in love with that Xiao Xu?"

"When will you get married?"

When Xu Qing was mentioned, the relatives opened up again. Yang Tutu felt embarrassed to deal with it while opening the gift box.

When I opened the box, I saw a red ID lying quietly inside.

"Real Estate Certificate?" Everyone saw what was written on the red book.

Yang Tutu had a guess in his mind, picked up the property certificate, opened it and saw that it was the property certificate of the villa. The most important thing was that his name was written on it.

"Did you two buy a house?" Yang's father naturally saw this name.

"It's not us, it's him who bought the house." Yang Tutu shook his head.

"Xiao Xu wrote your name after buying a house." The eldest aunt came over and said, "What a big house, have you been to?"

"Nanpei's villa is quite large. I took me there when I was looking at the house." Yang Tutu answered honestly.

"Villa, that's a lot of money, right?" Yang Tutu's aunt took the property certificate from Yang Tutu's hand and carefully looked at it.

"It's quite expensive, almost 150 million."

"How much?" Yang Tutu's words came out, and the relatives present were shocked. This money was only seen in TV series, so where is such a contestant around him?

"150 million." Yang Tutu repeated.

"Is Xiao Xu so rich?"

"If someone is a big boss and a big star, can he lose money?"

"Half of this house is from Tutu, more than 70 million."

"Is this a hiring?"

"When will you take us to see a big villa worth 150 million?"

The relatives chattered, and Yang Tutu didn't reply. She was very confused now. She had never thought that Xu Qing would write her name on her house, but Xu Qing still wrote it.

This is not a matter of whether it is money or not. Yang Tutu believes that if this continues, the two of them can make more money in the future. Xu Qing has written his name on it now, and he is asking his father to give it to him. This attitude is unspeakable

And metaphor.

Dad Yang obviously understood this matter, and he looked at Yang Tutu and asked, "You have grown up, Xiao Xu is a capable person again. I won't express too much opinions on your affairs. Anyway, you are the best to live a good life.

OK."

"I know." Yang Tutu nodded.

The atmosphere in the room was ignited again by Xu Qing's gift.

At this time, Xu Qing was staring out the window with his hands in his pockets. At this moment, he missed his relatives infinitely.

Even his mother's words that made Xu Qing irritable and unreadable, are so nostalgic at this moment.

I chose a good girl myself.

Unfortunately, my mother can't see it.

Holding the fall, Xu Qing patted his face and couldn't think about it anymore. Thinking about it again would make people feel depressed.

He walked to the bathroom mechanically, washed himself, dried his body mechanically, walked out of the bathroom mechanically, turned off the light mechanically.

He lay on the bed covered in darkness, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

I don’t know how long I looked, but the door of the room was opened, and the lights in the corridor came in, printed on the dark ceiling, and turned into Xu Qing’s eyes.

A pretty man walked in the light and closed the door. The light disappeared, but it did not disappear.

Because there is a soft fragrance coming into my arms.
Chapter completed!