Life is like peeling an onion, there is always a piece that will make people cry.

There are too many unpredictable things in life, and there are too many joys and sorrows, and there is always one thing that will make us moved, happy or sad.

Which piece will make you cry?

The scene was very quiet, probably everyone was thinking about this.

"Do you want to continue?"

Su Luo looked at the people with red eyes and asked weakly.

"To ~~~~~~~!!!!!"

Isn't this meowing nonsense?

The audience wiped their tears and shouted out without hesitation!

"It's not too early, or ......"

Su Luo looked at the time, the normal press conference should have ended a long time ago, and smiled bitterly, does this count as pit yourself?

"No way!"

"Don't go!"

"Resolutely do not agree!"

"It's only a few songs, and you said you could sing 5,600 songs!"

"That's it, keep going!"

It's okay to roll around around cutely, and the more ruthless threats are coming out,

"You want to leave when you cry about us, you have to be responsible, or we will collectively write articles to hack you!"

It's like a sentence that wakes up the dreamer, and all of them are whining and coaxing!

"Hahaha!!"

"Oh oh, yes, you dare not sing it!"

We're all journalists, can you afford it?

Come on, all of them went away, Su Luo touched his nose, he really can't afford to provoke him, if you work together, I guess I won't be able to wash it off in my life.

In the live broadcast room, fans were happy,

“66666666666666666！！！！”

"Well done!"

"You go, if you have the ability, you can go, hahaha!!"

......

In a neighborhood near Peking University,

"Poof! Xiaoluozi is so cute, let you always pit people, now pit yourself in, haha!"

The dean's wife, Su Luo's wife, watched the live webcast of the press conference, and was having fun in front of the computer screen.

"Dad, Mom, eat, hehe, today I have a good taste of your son's craftsmanship, not that I blow it, my cooking skills are ...... after so many years abroad."

In the kitchen, Zhang Han walked out with a pot of steaming sauce elbows, dad is so good.

The son of the old dean, who is doing scientific research abroad and has been away all the year round, is finally free to come back.

Seeing that his parents were unmoved, as if he hadn't heard it, what was so fascinating, Zhang Han also buried his head in curiosity,

"What are you looking at, what is this?"

"This is Su Luo, your father's chief apprentice, you, if you don't come back once in a few years, you don't have to make a few more calls to go home, people are taking care of your father. ”

"Hey, I'm taking care of him, stinky boy makes trouble every day!"

The old dean had an angry face, and he became arrogant, looking like he hated iron but not steel, but the appreciation in his eyes and the relief on his face betrayed him deeply.

How could Zhang Han not understand his father, he was very surprised, his father liked this young man very much, looking at the eyes of the "high apprentice" on the live broadcast screen, it was like ...... Looking at yourself the same.

"My fault, my fault, I'll definitely find a time to thank him, let's eat first, dear Mother Di?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Xiaoluo said this last song, listen to it and eat it. ”

"Huh?"

In the live broadcast screen,

Su Luo this time, finally got on the instrument, a guitar.

The first ones are all cappellas, and they're all very casual, and the last one, at least a little bit of simple accompaniment, right? At least the whole song is sung completely, right? Otherwise, don't really want to leave today.

"It's the last one, it's useless to play tricks for a while!"

Su Luo pulled the wheat stalk closer, picked up the guitar and said.

"Good~~!!"

"yes yes yes~~~~!!"

Limai, guitar, pit master, a perfect match!

One action of picking up the guitar, the audience boiled.

Zhang Han glared: "Hey, what a master, this popularity!"

"Hey, I don't know what to say, people are much taller than you. ”

"Mom, am I so unbearable?"

"Yes!sh~!Here we go!"

......

Everyone stood up and stood on tiptoe, only hating that their necks were not long enough, for fear of missing a little.

"What will you sing this time?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

"Guitar, it should be a folk song, the pit master is unique. ”

Su Luo casually played the guitar a few times, and the pitch was fine,

This song is called "Taste", I hope you like it. ”

"Oh oh ~~~~!!"

The audience watched and waited quietly.

"A string of bacon hung next to the stove in Shudi

The traditional five flavors are lightly oiled in the steamer

A ploughman picks green beans in the dawn spring mist

The smoke of the farmer's cooking slowly rises after the new rain in the empty mountain

Steamed hoof flowers are flavored with soybeans and have a more fragrant and thick taste

The smoldering liver and waist are cooked with excellent aroma, and only two drops of cooking wine are needed

......”

In Su Luo's faint, charming voice, a vivid picture scroll slowly opened.

After the rain, the farmer's cooking smoke curls, the bacon hangs next to the stove, the steamer is steaming in the hoof flowers, a smouldering liver and waist is really in progress, and the host has just added a little cooking wine.

The sense of picture is too strong, and there are only a few sentences, which makes the audience's saliva flow out.

And what about this guy who is cooking, who is he? Who is he waiting for with such a sumptuous dinner? It must be an important guest, right?

"The old man is looking forward to returning to the young man

His cheeks were clear and thin

Summer and autumn harvest in the dishes

It has a long history

There are four seasons in this room, a pair of hands

A wanderer in a foreign land

But don't forget your grandfather's house

That cup of two pot heads

......”

"Wow~!"

When the climax was sung, the audience couldn't help but scream.

All the foreshadowing, the whole story, are all clear, the cook is a thin old farmer, and all the ingredients are all bought by a pair of hands of hard work in the four seasons.

He was preparing the sumniest dinner, waiting, working in a foreign land, and coming to visit his grandson.

I haven't seen him for many years, I just hope he hasn't forgotten the cup of Erguotou at his grandfather's house.

The fans' tears were uncontrollable!

"The eyes are in the second pot!"

"I missed grandpa and grandma. ”

"I want to go back to the countryside now, eat fried rice made by grandma, and touch a cup of two-pot head with grandpa!"

Zhang Han's eyes turned red in an instant, this song was even more lethal to him, looking at his father, who had also thin cheeks, choking back tears, and his voice trembled:

"Dad, is there still a second pot head at home?"

"Yes!"

The old dean choked up, and the word burst out of his throat, there must be!

"Eat, eat, it'll be cold in a while!"

Smoothly, the volume was screwed to the maximum, and the whole house was filled with Su Luo's warm voice.

"Let the gap between the north and the south come to naught

And there is no shortage of delicacies on the flowing water table

The lotus root crosses the boat in the purple sand cup at the foot of the South Mountain

What has not changed in the capital in this complicated era is nostalgia

Simmer the bamboo shoots and beef brisket in a casserole until the heat is over

Let the tip of the tongue chew out the hard work and encounters thousands of miles away

The old man looks forward to returning to the young man

His cheeks were clear and thin

Summer and autumn harvest in the dishes

It has a long history, all by the four seasons and a pair of hands

A wanderer in a foreign land

But don't forget your grandfather's house

That cup of two pot heads

......”

And there are mixed in,

The reporters at the scene who have been shown by Su Luoxiu to the point of doubting their lives screamed wildly!

Also, the indescribable melancholy and loneliness in Su Luo's voice.

Food in all directions, but a bowl of fireworks in the world.

......