The life of Lao Liu since 1944

"The play breaks and the water sleeves rise and fall

Singing joy and sorrow has nothing to do with me

The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent

Love in the play and outside the play, who can tell?

Habitually blending all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy into the ink

So what if the lyrics are sung, all my bones and ashes are mine

In troubled times, duckweed endures to watch the beacon fire burning mountains and rivers

"I dare not forget my country, even if no one knows me.

When people in the audience walk by, they don’t see the old color.

People on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song

The word love is hard to write down, her singing must be reconciled with blood

The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest?

After the song was over, Hou Jie stopped playing the guitar, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at the little girl expectantly. He saw the little girl's expression gradually change from teasing to admiration, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and joy in his heart.

"How is it? Is my singing still pleasing to your ears?" Hou Jie asked softly with a hint of confidence in his tone.

"Is that enough to forgive me?" he continued, with a flattering look on his face.

The little girl blinked, nodded slightly, and replied: "It's OK, you sang really well, you passed this time."

Hearing this, Hou Jie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little happy. He knew that his efforts were not in vain, and he finally won the recognition of the little girl.

For the next period of time, the two of them started to play around again. Hou Jie did his best to tell jokes and make faces, making the little girl laugh. The atmosphere between them became relaxed and pleasant, and the originally unfamiliar distance between them gradually narrowed. As time went by, Hou Jie's hands and feet were no longer restrained, he began to relax and play with the little girl to his heart's content. The tension in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a feeling of warmth and closeness.

During this process, a strange picture emerged in Hou Jie's mind - the scene where the strange uncle coaxed the little girl and finally succeeded. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, wondering if he was really a bit like that strange uncle? However, no matter what, he was very happy to be able to establish such a close relationship with the little girl.

But I didn't know that the three people outside the door stopped drinking tea and stopped talking. Their expressions gradually changed from casual to sad. My thoughts drifted far away for a long time and I didn't come back to my senses.

The mother couldn't help but ask, "Is Chunsheng singing at this time?"

The father answered the mother's question with some doubt, "It should be, there is no one else."

Uncle Chen sighed, "Don't mention it, the singing is good, it has that flavor!"

"Yeah, especially that word, it's really uncomfortable to hear."

"Yeah, I don't know where he learned it from. Let's ask him later." The three of them were very curious.

After a long time, two people came out of the house.

The three people in the yard saw it, and my father waved his hand and called Hou Jie over. My father asked curiously.

"Chunsheng, were you the one singing in the room just now?"

"Yes, father,"

The father was really itching to play this song. As a person who has such a little hobby, the feeling was beyond words. "Where did you learn this song from? Can you tell me about it?"

Hou Jie lied with his eyes open, not blushing at all. He said shamelessly, "I didn't learn this song from anyone else. I wrote it myself."

My father frowned and looked at me in disbelief. You are my son, and I know you are capable of doing things. It is not wise to keep making excuses like this.

My father protested loudly and denied it flatly. "It's impossible. Let's not talk about how you sing. Just the lyrics alone, without the handwriting of a great person, it's impossible to write them."

"Yes, yes," Mother and Uncle Chen interrupted, also with a look of suspicion on their faces.

"I dare not forget my country even though I am in a low position. Even if no one knows me, such a mood is not something you can write at your age."

Hou Jie knew that he could never write such lyrics. He was indeed plagiarizing, and he still had some credit. The lyrics of this song were written by Mr. Qing Yan in the future, and the music was written by Mr. Li Jianheng. I just took it and used it. He is a plagiarist! It's not called plagiarism, it's called taking. This can't be said. In this time and space, there is no one to confront him anyway.

Hou Jie cleared his throat and said shamelessly

"Ahem, I can only say that I am a genius..."

Everyone was speechless, shaken by this shocking statement. There was no sound for a long time, and Hou Jie was embarrassed on the spot.

Father looked up, Uncle Chen held his forehead, mother's shoulders trembled, and the little girl's expression was quite interesting. No one expected this answer, and everyone sat down, some drank tea, some cracked their fingers.

Even if you really wrote it, you shouldn't praise yourself like this. You are so shameless!

It was the father who gave face and broke the silence, saying, "Okay! Okay! Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Copy the lyrics for me later. I need to think about it."

Hou Jie reluctantly agreed, with an expression that said, "I really wrote it, why don't you believe it?" He was so into the role that people who didn't know his background might really think that he wrote it.

After a while, Hou Jie scribbled on the paper. After writing a copy of the lyrics, he handed it to his father with both hands. The others became very interested and looked down at the contents on the paper. They studied and gestured for a long time. They passed it back and forth, unable to let it go, and glanced at him from time to time.

Seeing the handwriting on the paper was like dog crawling, he became even more unconvinced. Just based on this handwriting, everyone present could beat him for many years.

The little girl was watching all this quietly on the side. Her two little hands supported her chin, her eyebrows raised high, she was very excited and happy. She looked even more lovely and cute!

Chen Xueru thought that the current Chunsheng brother was very funny, shamelessly flattering himself. It was much more fun than before, and it would be great if he could continue to be like this in the future. She liked the current Chunsheng brother. Could it be that running away from home was so amazing?

The little girl was standing aside, thinking wildly, with all kinds of weird ideas popping up one after another.

Everyone would occasionally hum a paragraph, and if they were not satisfied with the singing, they would let Hou Jie sing a few lines and demonstrate, and the atmosphere would completely change. A live teaching session began until everyone had completely learned it. Hou Jie looked like he had lost all hope in life, and was very reluctant. But he did not dare to refute, and he had nowhere to vent his frustration. He was a child now, and he would be beaten at any time if he did not obey, so he had better be honest! His life was more important.

The adults discussed the issue of this song very tacitly. No matter who wrote it, it must not be spread. It can be sung at home, but never in front of outsiders. Now we are living in a peaceful life. If there is a mistake, it will bring disaster.

Carefully warn your son and little girl to remember this instruction.

Seeing the adults' serious words, the two nodded seriously, not daring to be careless about this matter. After making repeated assurances, the adults finally breathed a sigh of relief and their brows relaxed.

It was getting dark and the party was over. My father gave a summary at the end, which was very formal and grand.

I said to Hou Jie seriously, "If it was really written by you, it means you have a good talent. You need to work hard, but remember not to lose your ambition because of playing around. You are still young, and it is time to learn more meaningful things. Don't waste too much energy on this."

Mother and Uncle Chen nodded in agreement. They were very supportive.

Ta-da-da, they kept chattering for a while.

Hou Jie felt a little dizzy after hearing this. His heart felt like a galloping horse or an endless rushing river. He was very depressed.

The little girl was laughing secretly and watching Hou Jie make fun of himself.

After a long time, Uncle Chen took the little girl to say goodbye. Before leaving, the little girl made a naughty face at him, which made everyone laugh.