"The pace of life before my grandparents' generation was really slow."
Holding the Vila mobile phone assigned to Weng Huaijing by the program team, Zhou Peipei tried her best to restrain the end of Wu Nong's soft words and read the script for Shao Qing, who was sitting on the sofa.
"After all, it would be an era without airplanes, high-speed rail, or telephones. It might take a week to contact someone from another place by posting a stamp."
"Crack!"
In the smoke, Shao Qing put down his lighter and asked curiously: "Old story?"
Weng Huaijing, who was sitting upright, was operating his mobile phone, lowered his head and replied lightly: "A missing person notice."
Shao Qing leaned forward and glanced at the screen in Weng Huaijing's hand, then raised his eyebrows at Zhou Peipei who was standing beside him.
"In the eyes of that generation, it would be the best era. People at that time would choose a city to live in forever and choose a person to entrust to them for the rest of their lives."
“Easier said than done, can anyone really do it?”
After laughing at herself, Shao Qing saw that Zhou Peipei was wavering again. She smiled and said, "Why are you standing there, Peipei, please continue."
With a bit of embarrassment in her expression, Zhou Peipei continued:
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Maybe some people can't help but ask: "Can anyone really love someone for a lifetime?"
I am from Zunyi, Qianzhou. In our county, there is a centenarian, Du Huzhen, who only stayed with her husband for half a year, but she waited for him all her life.
That person has disappeared from her world for eighty years.
The image of her husband that remained in her memory was still that energetic young man in military uniform.
At that time, there was a national crisis, and her husband Huang Junfu put on his military uniform and enlisted in the army with honor.
Yangliu Yiyi, a real man cuts off the love between his children and leaves his hometown.
This separation lasted eighty years.
The days of waiting were long. She had no news about her husband, and she could only cry alone in the long night.
The days of waiting are also sad. Her son is still young, so she can only carry the burden of the family on her weak shoulders.
This wait is eighty years.
We all know that it may be difficult to wait for someone for three hours, and time will not slow down because of the feelings of a single individual. Now eighty years have passed, and the four generations are full, but he is the only one missing.
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When her great-great-grandson Zeng Tongyanwuji asked her if she missed her husband, she always shook her head gently, but stubbornly lived in the endangered century-old house.
She said that that was her and his home.
She said she was afraid that he would not be able to find the direction to his home when he came back.
Sometimes she would whisper softly, when will she find that person, is he still there, can he come back? No one knows the answer...
However, there is no cliche "abandoning wife and children" plot in all this.
In the dowry box sealed in the attic, there is a piece of gray-yellow letterhead signed "The handsome husband you love outside", describing the deep love that spans time.
"As a human being, nation comes first and education comes first... Who doesn't want to return to his hometown for reunion when he is living abroad... In my dream, I saw a child who was less than one foot tall. How could you not miss him... You should bear all family responsibilities, yes
I'm extremely sorry for you... there will always be a time when we meet... Please forgive me for leaving my family for everyone and being unable to be a good father and husband."
The image of a strange man that pops out between the lines is:
A passionate man who loves his country and cares about his family!
A husband who is full of longing for his wife and feels extremely guilty!
A father who misses his children endlessly and loves them so much!
In the dowry box, the grandmother also carefully preserved the wedding dress, jewelry, son's bellyband, vest, private teacher appointment certificate and various certificates and awards.
After years of vicissitudes, although the clothes have faded and the paper has begun to turn yellow and damaged, the old lady still hides them at the bottom of the box like a treasure.
She said that this is a token of love and a proof of love.
The objects are waiting quietly in the attic, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the moon waxing and waning. The old lady in the yard downstairs often looks at the end of the road, looking forward to the appearance of a familiar figure.
Professor Weng, when you read this, do you have any doubts?
Why am I so familiar with all this?
Yes, I, who wrote this article to you, am actually a granddaughter of this old man named Du Huzhen. I hope to use the platform of "Talent Co., Ltd." to tell my grandma's story to more people...
The wait was long, but grandma never gave up hope of finding her husband.
But that figure never appeared, and all that was left to grandma was to continue waiting endlessly.
No one knows how long she can wait.
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"Sister Qing, I've finished reading..."
Glancing at Shao Qing who quietly stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, Zhou Peipei squeaked timidly.
In fact, this was a surprise attack for Shao Qing. After attending several professional classes on Wednesday, Weng Huaijing walked home accompanied by Zhou Peipei, only to find that she who had come to urge him to write had already entered the door with a new key.
There were a few extinguished cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray, and holding the equipment that Zhou Peipei deliberately left at home, Shao Qing was a little overwhelmed by the manuscript selection work.
Weng Huaijing took out the mobile phone issued by the program team from her handbag and shook it at Shao Qing. She said that he had already picked it up, which made her feel like rain.
That's why Zhou Peipei read the manuscript. By the time she finished reading the last sentence, the hands of the clock in the living room of 3005 had slowly turned to 4:30 in the afternoon.
"I am moved but still a little worried. After all, this story has a strong sense of the times."
"Crack!"
Lighting a cigarette as if nothing had happened, Shao Qing carefully considered his words and continued to Weng Huaijing: "The plot is very touching, but would a story with a sense of the times be more suitable for a movie script..."
"Ding dong!"
Weng Huaijing received a new text message on her phone. After glancing at the content, she put down her phone and looked openly at Shao Qing.
After a brief exchange of glances, the two spoke almost at the same time:
"Smoke less..."
"Don't be fooled..."
Weng Huai looked forward to An Zhiruosu and said: "I just want peace of mind and do my best."
Shao Qing was ashamed and looked around and said to him: "Pei Pei, you have been holding up your phone. Do you have something to say? Remember what Sister Qing taught... Be brave to express!"
While he was talking, Shao Qing obediently put out the remaining cigarette in the ashtray.
"I also feel that our draft selection cannot blindly follow the voting trends of Whisper show viewers and the big data analysis reports from Luo Bing and others."
Zhou Peipei finally bravely participated in the discussion with Shao Qing's encouragement.
On the illuminated screen of her mobile phone was a statistical result of the voting campaign launched by the official blue v account of "Talent Co., Ltd." after the first episode of the program was broadcast.
"What type of music would you most like to hear?"
On this question, 49.8% of Whispering netizens voted for the love theme.
Zhou Peipei, who has been working hard and has made a lot of progress recently, took the initiative to do some analysis work related to Weng Huaijing with Luo Bing's intelligent big data team.
"The results of big data analysis do support the mainstream opinions of netizens. Love-themed works will be more popular, but I would also recommend that Sister Jier continue to make some works about dreams, career, and feelings."
She confidently and calmly scrolled through the table content on the mobile phone screen, analyzing clearly: "In the long run, it is more important for artists to have independent values than to succumb to mainstream opinions..."
"You're single and you're still clamoring for dog food. You're worthy of being a whispering netizen. There really are them."
Shao Qing, who glanced at the screen, immediately said something venomous, and then said with some annoyance: "In addition, Peipei, isn't what you are talking about equivalent to setting up characters? Didn't our program already decide that there will be no character setting?"
These.”
"Don't you want me to speak my mind boldly?"
Attack Zhou Peipei immediately wilts, and she murmurs in a low voice: "Although I promised not to set up the character, the audience will still think that way."
After giving Shao Qing a rollicking look, Weng Huaijing still affirmed Zhou Peipei, who had become more courageous to use his brain to think: "Peipei is interested, but I don't plan to think about it so much. I only pick the manuscripts I like at first sight."
"Peipei hurry up and write it down. Sister Jinger is teaching you how to choose a manuscript."
Shao Qing teased again: "I'm not teaching you how to choose a man. Don't make mistakes in your notes."
Weng Huai glanced coldly: "Shao Qing...are you poor?"
Pouting in grievance and frowning, Shao Qing pretended to be coy, and she complained: "Okay, Weng Huaijing, I think you have something to do with Sister Qing, but nothing with you, Shao Qing."
Weng Huaijing helplessly called out: "Sister Qing... please stop making trouble."
Her eyebrows spread wide, and Shao Qing said proudly: "So you are calling me Sister Qing this time. Do you want to trouble me to send this manuscript to your think tank?"
"No, I plan to fill in a few words, and you can send it to him." Weng Huaijing picked up the pen on the table and began to write on the blank paper. However, the few words were written like floating clouds, and he soon stopped.
Pen.
Shao Qing picked up the manuscript paper and looked at it:
"You know my whole life
Just be persistent and waiting for you
I have deep affection for you, deep meaning, and much love for you
Waiting for you to hug me tightly
Tell me you only have me in your heart
love me forever
Ask for nothing but me”
Shao Qing's eyes became more and more interested: "What is this...the love letter you wrote when you were together, is it you?"
"No, it's not..." Weng Huaijing denied, her tone still cold, but there was a faint blush on her face.
"Not long after we got together, he wrote a song with a similar situation, which fits these lyrics very well."
The opportunity is rare, how could Shao Qing give up so easily: "This is a love poem!"
A trace of compassion quietly slipped across his cheek, and Weng Huaijing gently closed his eyes: "Sister Qing, this story about Grandma Du is very similar to my mother's experience."
"I'm sorry, I'm so jealous..." Shao Qing blamed himself.
Weng Huaijing quickly calmed down her emotions and talked about her mother's past in an understated way: "My father left our mother and daughter when I was very young and disappeared without a trace."
Shao Qing sighed: "I always thought that all the elders in your family lived in New York..."
"My mother came to treat me during my freshman year, and she soon..."
Weng Huaijing changed his tone abruptly: "About my dad, the only thing I know is that they met in Pengcheng, East Guangdong, and my mother taught me Cantonese."
Zhou Peipei murmured to herself: "No wonder Li Na's role is set, Teacher Yan Qing..."
Weng Huaijing said with relief: "Like Ms. Du in the story, my mother loved him all her life and waited for him all her life without any resentment towards him."
"Crack!"
Shao Qing numbly lit a cigarette.
Weng Huaijing glanced at Zhou Peipei, and then she moved the cigarette case away knowingly before continuing: "Every time I talk about him, my mother's face is filled with love. Even before she died, she was begging me not to be resentful.
He must have some difficulties..."
Weng Huai held up the thin piece of manuscript paper and said, "Here, these sentences were all written for him by my mother before."
Shao Qing felt a little distressed by the understatement of her hidden condolences. She moved her red lips and tried to say something, but she was at a loss for words.
As if he understood what she was thinking at the moment, Weng Huaijing's expression was calm: "My mother has never regretted this relationship. It was difficult for me to understand it before, but slowly, I think now I can understand her mentality at that time."
Shao Qing considered his words: "Well, Yan Qing, he knows about this past event, right? We are sure to use this manuscript, right?"
Weng Huaijing nodded: "Well, after he found out about this, he wrote that song specifically for me."
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After a simple vegetarian dinner, Shao Qing drove away from No. 1 Wanshou Temple Road.
Weng Huaijing, with her black hair loose, sat on the high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, facing the mid-autumn evening breeze of the imperial capital, playing the acoustic guitar, and using her unique melodious singing voice, sang a song that Zhou Peipei could not understand,
A French chanson song that I have never heard of.
Weng Huaijing's thoughts at this moment are drifting back to many years ago with this chanson.
Back to my innocent childhood...
Now I can finally understand what her mother Weng Yu said at that time:
"Mom, how long is a lifetime?"
"Jian'er, my mother's life...
From the day I met my dad...
Until the day I never see your father again..."
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This ray of unrestrained thoughts allowed him to return to his usual sober state. Weng Huaijing did not dare to recall the Big Apple City on the other side of the Pacific six years ago.
There was Yan Qing, who was playing the ukulele, comforting and accompanying her: "It is enough for her to love happily, Weng Xiaoge, you have to understand Auntie, this may be her life blooming like a rose."