tkworld Chapter 233 Brother Cheng, I'll wait for you to get off work!
Chapter 233 Brother Cheng, I'll wait for you to get off work!
Shanghai, at the home of counselor Lao Zhang.
Today is National Day, and Lao Zhang's whole family is reunited.
To witness the second round of mentor-mentee battles for his prodigy student Jiang Bai, he had taken over the television early in the morning.
He even went so far as to peel an apple for his wife and drag her to watch "The Voice of China" with him.
"Dad, what's wrong with you tonight?"
The speaker was Zhang Cheng, Old Zhang's son.
He is 28 years old this year and works as the chief designer at a well-known architectural design institute in Shanghai. He has very high standards and is a typical urban elite.
I'm taking advantage of the National Day holiday to come back and spend time with my parents.
"Don't you usually love watching war dramas? Why are you watching a talent show tonight?"
"I remember that only my mom watched this show before, and you always complained that it was a carnival for capital."
Old Zhang pushed up his reading glasses with a deliberately profound tone, his voice mysterious:
"What do you know? There's a special contestant tonight, he's my last disciple... cough, you'll see when you see him."
As they were talking, the television screen switched images.
Jiang Baizhi, in her Peter Pan collar plaid dress and double-layered pearl necklace, was perfectly positioned in Old Zhang's living room at that moment.
Holy crap!
The orange peel in Zhang Cheng's hand fell directly onto his lap, somewhat surprised:
"Dad... is this your student?"
"Have the admission standards for the Shanghai Theatre Academy evolved from human to godlike? They're really good-looking!"
"immortal?"
Old Zhang and his wife exchanged a glance, their expressions conveying a complex mix of emotions.
"Indeed...it's like a fairyland."
On the screen, Jiang Baizhi was already standing in the center of the stage, and the accompaniment slowly began.
Old Zhang seemed to have thought of something, cleared his throat, and said to his wife:
"When he asked for leave from school before, he told me that he would sing a sweet song this time."
"I even complained back then, saying that at my age, what kind of sweet talk haven't I heard? There hasn't been a song yet that can sweeten the heart of an old hand like me!"
"I also asked him to write more high-quality songs, but I don't know if he listened."
Old Zhang's wife ignored him; she was a seasoned talent scout-type viewer, her discerning eyes fixed on the screen.
Her expression changed the moment the first note of the song began.
Why does this song feel so familiar?
"Old Zhang, shut up," his wife hissed. "Listen to the sound."
As the cheerful, sweet, and nostalgic prelude of the 1990s flowed out...
On the television screen, Jiang Baizhi looked up and gave the camera a sweet and obedient smile.
Let me tell you softly~
"The stars in the sky are waiting~"
"......"
"Don't ask me how high the sun is~ I'll tell you how genuine I am~"
Don't ask me how many stars there are~ I'll tell you a lot~
"Lots~"
The living room was quiet.
half an hour.
Old Zhang's wife nodded vigorously:
"Old Zhang, this song really is as he said, a sweet song."
"It's even sweeter than the song 'Love You' that we heard at the party last time."
"This song, this voice, and that 'well-behaved' quality—it's something you can't fake. This child must have a very soft heart!"
"Stop teasing that child. He's such a cute kid. How can you live with yourself if you keep teasing him?"
Old Zhang listened to the music but did not reply.
I originally intended to adopt the demeanor of a mentor and offer a few comments.
But when that line, "Don't ask me how many stars there are, I'll tell you many," floated out...
Old Zhang froze.
The image he seemed to see was no longer that of Jiang Bai, the sunny and tough guy marching in formation on the playground.
Instead...
A lily swaying in the breeze.
She gently spoke of all the kindness in the world to this lonely old man.
That smile was so pure and without a trace of impurity.
Her eyes were so sincere that you'd want to stuff all the scholarships in the world into her hands.
"This...this..."
Old Zhang's eyes went from contemplation to blankness, and then from blankness to joy.
Finally, his old face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Cough cough."
Old Zhang shifted his position somewhat awkwardly:
"I won't tease him anymore, but this kid... this child, his singing is really sweet."
"It's so sweet, it warms my heart. Ah, it feels so good."
Old Zhang's wife nodded and echoed, "I feel the same way. It feels so comfortable, like someone is tickling your heart."
"And this child's pronunciation is so accurate. The worst thing about singing sweet songs is that they become cloying, but her voice is as clear as spring water."
"It's got a knack for it. The typhoon is incredibly stable; it's like it was born to do this."
"......"
The couple took turns analyzing the situation, each offering their own logical and insightful analysis.
But they didn't notice at all that their own son, who was sitting on the sofa, was acting completely strangely.
At this moment, Zhang Cheng had lost all of the composure and calmness of an elite architectural design institute.
His eyes were fixed intently on Jiang Baizhi on the television screen.
Initially, it was purely for art appreciation.
I think this girl is really beautiful and has an outstanding temperament.
Gradually, this appreciation began to "change".
When Jiang Baizhi sang "When there are many stars," she made a gesture resembling the sky.
The camera then moves and switches, revealing a pair of loving, watery eyes that fill the entire screen.
Boom—
In that instant, 28-year-old Zhang Cheng felt a thud somewhere in his heart, as if a withered tree had come back to life.
His eyes began to glaze over, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up little by little.
Finally, he gave a shy smile.
It seems like this moment.
The Jiang Baizhi on TV wasn't singing for the national audience, but whispering in his ear:
"Brother Cheng, I'll wait for you to get off work."