And Wen Hui and Wang Yueyue's eyes were a bit brighter than Wenxuan's. Girls always have to be more emotional.
Neither of them expected that their father would be so romantic and even sing to their mother, even when it was such an important first time.
"Ah?" Li Chu was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what he was singing at that time. He recalled the song carefully. It was simple to sing, but he thought of a more serious problem.
Just like the girl opposite the song he sang just now, when the singer sings this song a few years later, how should he explain it?
Forget it, never mind, it will take at least ten years anyway, and at worst it won't be sung anymore, and maybe they will forget about it.
At this time, Li Chu could only deceive himself and others.
The song Ding Qiunan was talking about was what he sang at the time called "The Rest of My Life". He could only sing the middle part. After playing the guitar twice, he started singing directly.
"For the rest of my life, the wind and snow will be yours, the plainness will be yours, and the poverty will be yours..."
"I want to take you to see the clear sky, and I want to tell you loudly that I am fascinated by you. The past is fleeting, but you will always be moved. For the rest of my life, I only want you..."
Li Chu was singing, and the three children looked at each other. They had never heard of this song.
When my father is happy at home, he will occasionally hum a few words, but most of them are Peking opera songs, and there are very few such songs.
The most important thing is that they have never heard this song.
Let alone Wen Hui and Wen Xuan, they have no artistic talent due to genetic issues.
But Wang Yueyue is different. Her mother is from the publicity team. She has inherited Li Qiaoyun's artistic genes, otherwise she would not have thought of singing on stage this time.
For this reason, during this period of time, she had been looking for tapes everywhere and listening to popular songs from Hong Kong and Taiwan, but she had never heard of this song.
Could it be that Chu’s father really wrote the song for Qiunan’s mother?
A lot of questions popped up in her little head.
At this time, Ding Qiunan's eyes were watery and her face was red. When she heard this song again after twenty years, she seemed to have returned to the past.
Wen Hui signaled to Wenxuan and Yueyue, and the three of them carefully exited the living room and closed the door.
The three big living people walked out. How could the other two people in the room not know it? However, these two people were immersed in their own emotions and were too lazy to pay attention to them.
Ding Qiunan raised her hand to wipe away the happy tears streaming down her cheeks, walked over and sat on her man's lap, put her hands around his neck, and offered him a sweet kiss.
The three children who had already gone out all came to Wenxuan's room. Wang Yueyue was not polite at all. She kicked off her slippers and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Sister Hui, why does Father Chu have so many things? And I feel like he wrote the song just now."
"I don't know if my father wrote that song. I think the strangest thing is that my father could sing this kind of song twenty years ago."
"What's wrong with singing this kind of song? It's very romantic, sister Hui." After saying this, Wang Yueyue closed her big eyes and looked at Li Wenxuan intently.
Wen Xuan suddenly felt his head pounding. How could he not understand what his fiancée meant? He hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Yueyue, I will try my best to learn it and sing it to you in the future."
Seeing her fiancé's sensible look, Wang Yueyue smiled sweetly.
Interrupted by these two people, Wen Hui forgot to think about why her father sang a song that was absolutely rebellious in that era twenty years ago.
She rolled her eyes at the two people beside her one after another, but Shen Yi's face also appeared in her mind, wondering if he could sing for her.
Having such a pair of parents is neither good nor bad for these three children.
The good thing is that it allows them to know what happiness is from an early age, but the bad thing is exactly the same. Because the happiness of each person and each family is different, you cannot copy a model.
And after they see their parents' happiness, what will happen if they find that their lives are not like that in the future?
Here, Ding Qiunan hugged her husband's waist tightly, pressed her cheek to his chest, and sat quietly in his arms.
"Twenty years good, can you sing to me again?"
"Okay, I'll try to sing it for you four or five more times."
"Pfft...how is that possible!"
If you sing it once every twenty years, it would be more than one hundred and twenty to sing it four times, let alone five times.
"I will work hard to condition our bodies to the best so that we can live longer."
"Okay." Ding Qiunan raised his head from his arms: "Then I will cooperate with you and try to hear you sing more times."
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The next day was Sunday. After having breakfast in the morning, Li Chu did not let Tian Jun drive. Li Chu drove his wife and three children to Uncle Wang's side.
Li Qiaoyun is also here today and did not go with the grassroots troops to express condolences.
After listening to her daughter's little words to her, she glanced at the father-in-law sitting in the living room with some surprise.
Is this still a doctor? How come he knows everything?
At this time, Li Chu, while talking to Aunt Wang in the living room, also thought of Li Qiaoyun's identity.
He was going to give this sibling a song to express her gratitude for giving such a wonderful daughter-in-law to his family.
After lunch, several people were sitting in the living room chatting. The arrival of the three children made Aunt Wang happy from ear to ear today.
The other two families were too far away, so it was inconvenient to come back. Fortunately, these three children came back to accompany her from time to time, which made the old lady happy.
Uncle Wang has not been in Beijing these days, and I don't know where he went to inspect.
"Qiaoyun, I have a song here. Let me hum it for you. You can see if you can sing it to the soldiers when you go to the grassroots to express condolences."
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Li Qiaoyun did not expect to hear her daughter say just now that her father-in-law might write songs in the future, and now she would give her a song.
but……
"Brother, you also know that our army is different from other places. When we go out to express condolences, we can't sing songs like those in Hong Kong and Taiwan."
"I definitely know this. I'll sing it to you first. If you think it works, then use it. If it doesn't, just forget it. How about it?"
Aunt Wang asked softly in Wen Hui's ear: "Your father can still sing?"
"Yeah." Li Wenhui nodded: "Grandma, let me tell you, my dad sings pretty well."
"Hey, I really haven't heard of it."
"Then grandma, you have to listen carefully."
A song suitable for singing in grassroots troops is not something that ordinary people can come up with. Ding Qiunan sat next to her husband, tilting her head and looking at him with admiration. She was full of confidence in her man.