It was already evening when Zhang Wei returned home. After dinner and finished packing, the whole family sat in front of the TV early, waiting to watch Zhang Yang appear on stage later.

After Zhang Shouyi sat down, he suddenly asked Zhang Wei: "Have you called your grandpa?"

Zhang Weiqi said: "Why are you calling?"

"Remind him, don't forget, your brother said he would write a song specifically for your grandpa."

Zhang Wei thought for a while and said, "My brother has told his grandfather that he will not forget it."

Zhang Shou nodded, and after ten seconds, he sighed again and said to his daughter: "I think...why would you better remind me."

Zhang Wei pouted and didn't want to talk to the entangled father. Zhang Shouyi turned around and asked Fang Qianxue who had just sat down: "What do you think?"

Fang Qianxue said helplessly: "Don't worry, you won't forget even if you forget your father."

Zhang Shouyi nodded again, and within a minute, he turned around and looked at his wife: "I think it's better to make a phone call, it's not a big deal. What if I really forgot?"

Zhang Wei rolled his eyes straight.

Fang Qianxue said with a funny look: "Call it, call it, if you don't make this call, you won't be safe to sit here."

Only then did Zhang Shouyi take his cell phone, find the old man's phone number, and dial in.

On the other hand, after dinner, the old man who was waiting in front of the TV picked up the phone that was still ringing. He saw the name of the caller ID and waited for a while before he answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey, Dad, have you slept?"

"I'm just about to go to bed, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing big, just that, didn't Zhang Yang tell you that he participated in that show and wrote a song, saying it was for you and my mother. Do you still remember it?"

The old man was a little impatient when he heard his son talk, but he was still patient and took a breath and said in a slightly surprised and sudden tone: "Oh what's wrong?"

"It's just broadcasting tonight. At 8 o'clock, it's about to start. I'm afraid you'll forget it, so I called you to remind you."

"Oh, oh... I was just saying I was going to sleep. OK, I got it. If I'm not sleepy later, I'll take a look."

"It's that Qilin Station, do you know how to adjust it?"

"I see."

"Just that TV station with Qilin in the upper left corner is called "Sonic Super League". Don't read it wrong, now the preview of the program starts broadcasting..."

Zhang Shouyi was still worried about his advice, but the old man was unable to coax his son again. He said impatiently, "Okay, okay, I understand, I understand", and then hung up the phone directly.

"Talk!"

The old man hung up the phone, and he still felt angry on his face. He threw his phone onto the table and made a dull "bang". Only then did he seem to have calmed down and concentrate on watching the TV program trailer.

Zhang Yang's figure appeared on the screen, holding the microphone, the words were obviously edited, and the content could not be connected:

"This song is actually written from my grandfather's perspective..."

"Today I recorded it happened to be my grandfather's birthday..."

The voice of the familiar and strange grandson echoed in the room. Under the light, the impatientness on the old man's face finally disappeared completely. His old face looked much softer, and his deep wrinkles seemed to have become much lighter.

Zhang Shouyi heard the blind voice on the phone, took the phone in front of him and looked at it twice before he was sure that the phone had been hung up by the old man. He said in confusion: "Strange, why did Dad hang up the phone..."

Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Okay, okay, please concentrate on watching TV."

Zhang Shouyi then focused on the TV program trailer. After Zhang Yang's clip passed, he turned to Zhang Wei and Fang Qianxue and said, "Look, I said I wanted to call, but you said no, dad is ready to go to bed. If I don't make this call, I might miss it."

Fang Qianxue is not as honest and simple as her husband. She has long known the old man’s temperament over the years and said helplessly: “You haven’t seen it with your own eyes. My father said he is going to sleep, but he is really going to sleep? The song his grandson wrote specifically for him, do you think he can’t remember it in his heart?”

Zhang Shouyi leaned back slightly, looked at his wife with an expression of "You are wrong" on his face, "Ah!" He said, "Dad said he is going to sleep, can he still make a false statement?"

Zhang Wei said with a giggle and laughter: "Dad, do you understand what my mom means? Grandpa is so proud of his face. Even if he really remembers it, he called and asked, and he was embarrassed to just sit in front of the TV and wait, right?"

Of course, Zhang Shouyi and his father's temperament could not be ignorant. After thinking about it, he felt it made sense. However, after thinking about it for a while, he turned to the two girls next to him and said, "What I mean is that your brother spent so much effort to write a song for your grandpa. If he accidentally missed it..."

Fang Qianxue sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, just you understand, just you are considerate, you did the right thing, right what you did, right what you did, right? Watch TV well!"

Only then did Zhang Shouyi end the topic and watch the show seriously.

Zhang Wei held his cell phone and secretly told Tang Yanxi about this matter as an interesting thing. Tang Yanxi was also a little funny, so it was hard to say that your father was nagging, but said: "Teacher Zhang is very delicate, and the old man is sometimes prone to forget things..."

She chatted with Zhang Wei, and the show started soon, but except for the students from Ling Ran’s group that appeared at the beginning, she didn’t care much about the next few competitions and was still chatting with Zhang Wei.

It was not until the host Yingzi announced that the next fourth group of contestants were Zhang Yang and Yang Wenxue that Zhang Wei said that there would be no talk first. Tang Yanqi naturally had no objection, so he put down his phone and focused on listening to the song first.

Lin Yiran was huddled on the sofa and was chatting with Zhang Yang. She had already known the result of the knockout match, but she was more curious about what song Zhang Yang sang.

Even though I just read the trailer and knew that Zhang Yang was singing a song for his grandfather today, I didn’t lose this curiosity.

Because she knew that Zhang Yang's words would definitely have his experience or emotions he wanted to express, and she had the ability to read them accurately!

"Listen to the song."

She had already learned from Zhang Yang that he was playing in the fourth group, so the showdown in the third group had just ended. Before the host announced that the students were on the field, he interrupted the chat in advance, put down his mobile phone, sat down on the sofa, and watched TV seriously.

Su Hui was funny, while Lin Canghai felt a little uncomfortable. He gave his wife a wink, hoping that she could knock on her daughter. She hadn't been together yet, so she didn't hide at home. She was completely in a manner that she had seen each other's parents.

What if I really get together?

Su Hui glanced at her husband, rolled her eyes, and looked away to show that she didn't care. Lin Canghai couldn't say it clearly, so he could only continue to stare at his wife.

Su Hui was so amused that he had to speak: "Yiyi, didn't Zhang Yang tell you what song he sang today?"

Lin Yiran looked at her parents. Now she no longer blushed when she mentioned Zhang Yang, but she was still a little shy and said calmly: "It's about Qingming Festival. I just said that it was written from the perspective of his grandfather, so she should be mourning his grandmother."

Su Hui nodded and said, "I'm pretty considerate."

Lin Yiran's lips were raised, thinking that I felt so too, but my face was too tender and I didn't have the nerve to say it out.

Lin Canghai didn't expect his wife to care about this without any pain. He stared at her and continued to look at her wife. Su Hui looked at him angrily and asked him to watch TV first.

With the wife's power, Lin Canghai had no choice but to sigh secretly and continue watching TV.

The host announced that Zhang Yang's singing began, and the screen was pitch black, and then a faint light appeared, but it was a kind of ink painting at the beginning of the morning.

The sound of the zither is gurgling, slowly spreading in the living room like flowing water. The sound of the pipa and drums are followed closely, blending together. In conjunction with the large screen ink painting on the stage, it perfectly creates a faint sad Chinese ancient charm.

Lin Yiran's eyes lit up.

Chinese style!

Zhang Yang actually wrote a Chinese-style song!

How did he know that he likes Chinese style?

She quickly remembered that she had told him a long time ago, so she became happier.

"The window is clear at dawn, the sun shines on the West Bridge, the clouds shake, I miss the corner of your clothes that the lotus wind swayed back then"

With a faint sad song, Lin Yiran immediately put away the joy just now, looked at the lyrics, savored the meaning of every inch of the words, and the faint sadness quickly enveloped his body and mind.

"The wood carving is gilded, the years are rippling, and the pen is sealed seven years ago, because I only write for you in this life."

After his wife passed away, the old man who insisted on living alone heard this, tears flowed all over his old face, which had no expressions.

It's been seven years...

"The rain wet my eyes, and I leaned on the well every year and looked forward to returning to the hall. I was most afraid that I would not realize that the tears had wet two lines."

"I am wandering in the world and can't find your paradise."

"I wish I could forget it when I put it on the mirror."

Zhang Cong has been dealing with words for most of his life. Listening to this lyrics, Li Jue deliberately pieced together, but the flaws do not conceal the merits, and he has no intention of studying these things at this moment.

On the living room, a mirror stands on the left end and an antique blue and white porcelain vase on the right end. When I was adding furniture before marriage, my wife specially purchased and placed it according to the rules of his hometown Huizhou, which means peace for life. Later, the eldest son died and moved to his former residence to live, which was also placed.

"The rain wet my eyes, and I leaned on the well every year and looked forward to returning to the hall. I was most afraid that I would not realize that the tears had wet two lines."

"I am wandering in the world and can't find your paradise."

"I wish I could forget it when I put it on the mirror."

...

The singing echoed in the living room, Lin Yiran sniffed, Su Hui felt both distressed and funny, and said angrily: "Your grandparents are all fine, why are you crying?"

Lin Canghai quickly took the tissue box and handed it to his daughter. Lin Yiran drew two tissues to wipe off the tears on his face. He was a little embarrassed. He sniffed, and then said in a nasal voice: "I can't be moved by others?"

"All right!"

Lin Canghai gave in to his daughter all the principles, so he was still attentive to teach her a lesson. He nodded quickly and comforted him: "Okay, okay, this is all over, don't cry, don't cry."

"I'm not crying!"

Lin Yiran held the paper ball and emphasized, "I am moved!"

"Everything, touching."

Lin Canghai took the piece of paper she held in her hand and threw it into the trash can, "Let me hear what the tutor said. I remember that Zhang Yang said that it was his grandfather's birthday that day, so there must be an explanation."

Lin Yiran sniffed gently. Although she used the scoundrel to cover up her embarrassment, she still felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, her parents didn't care, which made her somewhat psychologically comforted.

After Zhang Yang finished singing, the mentor's comments and his introduction were followed. Lin Yiran was quickly amused by the praises of several mentors, and Zhang Congze did not pay attention to this at all in the corner outside Qingcheng.

In the night, the old man came to the grave of his deceased wife. He looked at the stone tablet with the six words "Tomb of his beloved wife Luo Qing" written by him and stood for a long time.

The night breeze blows across the orchard, as if it is murmuring.
Chapter completed!