"Sister, have you really thought about quitting the entertainment industry? You have been here for five years, and you also know how difficult it is to mix in the entertainment industry, and it is even more difficult to become famous, although you are now a little famous, but the foundation is not solid at all, as long as there is no news for half a year, the entertainment industry will forget you. ”

Tang Shuang said sincerely, "You are working so hard now, but you can't get the reward you deserve, look at the time you have come to Shengjing, you have gathered less with us and left more, and the number of times you have gone home can be counted with one pair of hands, is it really worth it?"

Tang Shuang always believes that being with his family is more important than the so-called career, family love and friendship are the most beautiful gifts in this life, and the career is only for it, when the two conflict, sacrifice the latter to fulfill the former.

But Tang Zhen is different from him, she has been very serious about her work since she was a child, and in order to perform a good dance on the stage of the school anniversary, she can go on stage with a knee injury as if nothing happened.

She's the kind of character who can give her all for something.

Tang Hao was silent for a long time, looking at the sky full of stars, the starry sky is so vast, it makes people open-minded.

Tang Shuang followed Tang Hao's appearance, next to her, leaning against the wall, looking up at the starry sky in front of her, the night breeze blowing, as if she could also blow away the troubles in her heart.

After a long time, Tang Shuang heard a faint voice.

"Look at the stars, the darker the sky, the brighter they shine. ”

……

It was late at night, although it was the height of summer, but the wind was very cold, Tang Shuang went to the bedroom to bring Tang Zhen a coat to put on her, and held a pile of manuscript paper in her hand.

The papers covered her desk with handwriting, some in Chinese characters and some in musical notes.

Tang Shuang: "I'll look at these songs you wrote. ”

Tang Hao glanced at Tang Shuang and wanted to take it away, but she endured it, forget it.

Tang Zhen has a hobby of lyrics and music, Sister Xiangning taught her, and she has been writing songs and composing music by herself since junior high school.

Tang Shuang is not sensible, and she used to laugh at her often, and she was chased and beaten by Tang Zhen because of this.

Although Tang Shuang was joking, it still caused a big blow to Tang Hao, the little girl is in need of encouragement and recognition, but there is a nasty younger brother, who likes to make fun of her songs, often secretly rummaging in her room, and then preaching that the whole world knows about it.

Tang Zhen thought that Tang Shuang was going to laugh at her again, but she didn't expect Tang Shuang to say something really good.

Tang Zhen looked at her younger brother who was flipping through the pages in surprise, pouted secretly, and said, "It seems that you can understand." ”

Tang Shuang replied seemingly casually: "Hey, I'm amazing." ”

"Wow~ This lyric is so well written!"

Tang Shuang was surprised to raise a piece of manuscript paper in her hand, as if she had found a treasure, although in Tang Hao's opinion, this guy was deliberately exaggerating, but she was still very useful in her heart, and the things she cared about the most were praised by others, and of course her mood was beautiful, but her face was silent.

Tang Shuang: "Xiao Zhen, you have the potential to be a poet, and this poem "Mother's Hand" is very poetic. ”

As he spoke, Tang Shuang took the manuscript paper and read it in a frustrated voice:

"I've been to the end of the world

I've been to the cape

It's been more than twenty years

Never got lost

Until today

to understand

Mom's hands

There are roots

The Thread of the Soul"

In the night, Tang Hao's eyes quietly flashed with joy, but she hid it and didn't let anyone see it.

"I also composed the music, and the music is also very good, sister, did you write it yourself? It's awesome to write, no, I'll go get the guitar." ”

Tang Shuang got up and took the guitar in the living room, held it in his arms, looked at the sheet music on the manuscript paper, and stumbled to play.

"Ouch, I'm not familiar, it's ugly, sister, come on. Tang Shuang was very self-aware and stuffed the guitar to Tang Zhen.

Tang Hao pretended to be very reluctant and impatient, but at Tang Shuang's kind invitation, she reluctantly picked up the guitar and tried the sound, and soon, a smooth and clear guitar sound sounded on the balcony.

How can you do it without singing with accompaniment, so with Tang Zhen's guitar, Tang Shuang opened her mouth and hummed softly.

Ouch~ As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a bad thing, and the good atmosphere was destroyed, Tang Hao glanced at him and continued to bow his head to play the guitar, but Tang Shuang was embarrassed and stopped singing.

He really can't take it out of his voice, and he is ashamed of Tang Zhen as an audience.

So Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Zhen sing, don't just play the guitar, a good voice sounds~

This "Mother's Hand" is a folk song, and the lyrics are just a few lines, sung over and over again, but the tune is different each time.

Tang Shuang squinted her eyes and listened to Tang Zhen's warm voice singing softly, "Until today~ I didn't understand ~ mother's hand ~ there is a ~ soul-pulling thread".

In all fairness, Tang Shuang really thinks that this song is very level, at least he likes it very much, the melody changes in a small range, and it seems a little bland, but when this blandness is paired with this lyrics, it has a special charm.

The last time Tang Shuang saw Tang Hao writing a song, it should have been many years ago, he didn't remember it, he had no impression, so there was no way to know Tang Hao's level at that time.

After singing a song, Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Hao should take out her own songs and sing them, Tang Hao had no confidence, she wrote a large stack of songs, but they were all hidden in the drawer to sing and enjoy by herself, Tang Shuang was her first listener.

It's just an interest, but there's something you don't want to be praised.

Tang Shuang held the manuscript paper in his hand, as if he was holding a pile of treasures, and he had great expectations for Tang Hao's works.

"This one is also very good. Tang Shuang said.

Tang Hao has written too many songs, and there should be hundreds of them over the years, many of which she can't even remember.

She got together with Tang Shuang to see which one Tang Shuang was talking about.

"It's just this one, it's called Spring Guangmei. ”

Tang Hao took the manuscript paper and saw that it was written:

"We remember that winter,

On the top of the mountain in winter, revealing the vitality of spring,

We are in the spring, telling stories,

The good times of spring, stay in our hearts,

We slowly talk about the past, the breeze blows through the chill of winter,

There is a kind of magic in spring in our eyes.

Ah, that's the beauty of spring. ”

Tang Zhen remembered that this was about March the year before last, when she, Li Xiaozhi and Bai Yang'er returned to Shengjing after visiting Zhuji Ancient Town, and she spent one night writing it.

At that time, their first album had just been released, Girl's Day was beginning to be known, and the three girls were full of hope and hope for tomorrow.

After listening to Tang Hao play the song "Spring Beauty", Tang Shuang said: "The lyrics are very good, the song is a bit monotonous, give it to me first, and I will revise it." ”

Tang Hao looked at Tang Shuang, who was talking big, suspiciously, and wanted to say that you can't read the score, and you still revise it! But she couldn't help it, just as Tang Shuang used to laugh at her poor level of songwriting, she couldn't dampen Tang Shuang's enthusiasm, right, let him toss it.