Chapter 707

"Okay!" The song stopped, and even the fans from Xichuan in the live broadcast room applauded excitedly. www.biquge.info Perhaps, they have watched this cartoon, listened to this theme song, and understood the helpless but touching love in this cartoon.

"And said that the theme is not love, it's definitely love, I think Brother Dong is purely preparing to abuse us single dogs today, haha!"

"yes, the two of them are called a crooked, haha!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaodong holding Mengting in distress, and Mengting's tears and laughter, the fans in the live broadcast room coaxed.

"I'm sorry. Seeing this scene, Meng Ting didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh. But before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaodong patted her on the back gently. "It's okay, leave it to me. ”

In the courtyard, several old men also sighed. "Alas, I'm getting older, I can't stand this anymore. The old man said in a person's tone.

Looking at Zhang Xiaodong again, after Mengting's eyes were a little red and walked to the side to rest, Zhang Xiaodong opened his mouth and looked at the camera in the live broadcast room. "Song after song, so many songs, and almost all the same. Have you guessed what today's theme is?" asked Zhang Xiaodong after adjusting his mood.

"What else to guess, love, Brother Dong, you successfully fooled us! Sister Mengting's songs just now successfully fooled our tears! You won!" The fans in the live broadcast room joked.

"Hehe~" Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaodong couldn't cry or laugh. "Well, first of all, I want to apologize, because today's theme is really not love. However, I have been looking for songs on this theme for a long time, but I really can't find a suitable one. ”

"Huh?" Listening to Zhang Xiaodong's words, the fans in the live broadcast room were stunned. It's really not love?Can't find a suitable one?"What kind of theme, Brother Dong, it's so hard to find?" the fans were curious, and some fans at the scene shouted.

At this moment, Mengting, who was not far away, wiped away her tears and looked at Zhang Xiaodong with a complicated expression. In fact, there are many songs on this theme, but Mengting knows that Zhang Xiaodong is not satisfied. Mengting knew that what Zhang Xiaodong was looking for was not to praise merit and virtue, let alone praise any quality, but to truly reflect a state of existence, a group of people! a group of people of a huge scale that cannot be erased in the long river of human history. And that would be heavy!

"Peasant!" At this time, Zhang Xiaodong spoke!

And when these two words came out, the fans in the live broadcast room were stunned. And the group of guests from the town and the village in the courtyard, this group of uncles and aunts reacted even more, and they were directly blindfolded, and their faces changed.

At this time, the strings in Zhang Xiaodong's hands had slipped, accompanied by Zhang Xiaodong's hoarse and unyielding voice!

Almost instantly, everyone was infected by the desolation, reincarnation, and fate of this song. Reincarnation, fate, and choice!

"The years are far away, and I always want to take care of --- land in the wind and rain

Ancestors have been guarding your homeland at sunrise for generations--- so hard to leave

A life of warmth and coldness, flowing from north to south and east to west, sighing--- like a long river

Generations of ancestors rested at sunset, stepping on this piece of ---yellow earth"

Accompanied by the singing, a picture unfolds in my mind. It was a group, a group that has never disappeared in the long course of history. Generations and years go by cycle, and the vast majority of them work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and their lives have never changed. Some people have jumped out of this cycle, and some people are still helpless or continuing. It has nothing to do with hard work, nothing to be noble, nothing to praise, or even any mission, it is just a state of existence.

And when they heard this song, some children who came out of the countryside in the live broadcast room felt sour in their hearts. Reincarnation and fate? At this moment, they remembered when they were children, and they remembered the days when they worked and worked together with their parents. Is it bitter? It's not hard, it's sad. They know that in this seemingly reincarnated state, their children from the countryside go to school, study, find jobs, and go to the big cities! These young people are their parents, and they are the hope of this ethnic group to break out of their fate and move towards another life and destiny!

At the same time, the guests from the countryside in the courtyard were silent, and the cigarette rolls were in their hands, and the ashes fell heavily to the ground.

And the singing continues! It seems to tell the fate of this group for thousands of years! And this group is called peasants!

"In the future---- I will take the hoe left by ---- ancestor

In the future---- will have to rely on ---- calloused hands

In the future---- I will have to read the old book left by ---- ancestors

In the future---- will have to walk the road between heaven and earth ----

In the future---- I will have to go up the slope of the ---- Dou to turn the stars

In the future---- we will have to listen to what it has to say about ---- thousand years of wind and frost

In the future---- will have to wade ---- river that my ancestors have not yet waded in

In the future---- we must sing a good song that ---- ideals will not fall... ”

In the future, I will take the hoe left by my ancestors. In the future, you will have to rely on the calloused hands.

Crying. Whether it was the live broadcast room or the audience at the scene, they cried. There are no false praises, no grievances, not even sympathy in the song, and perhaps the children who grew up in the city don't feel much. But the villagers from the town and the village, the elderly, women, the prime of life, and even the ignorant children cried when they saw their grandparents crying. In the live broadcast room, those children and fans who came out of the countryside cried. Countless young people in front of computers and mobile phones, looking at Zhang Xiaodong playing and singing in the live broadcast room, listening to the hoarse melody and lyrics, tears flowed, but the corners of their mouths and faces were strong and stubborn smiles. In the face of fate, we don't want to bow our heads!

The theme song of the TV series "Old Farmer" is still reverberating, as if it is wordless and silent. The whole courtyard was silent, whether it was ordinary villagers or county magistrate Wang Yongsheng. There is no praise in the song, not even about how hard and industrious this group is, it is so simple, like the river of time flowing quietly, like an epic that repeats itself over and over again. But just like that, the people in the courtyard felt an inexplicable sadness and couldn't help but shed tears.

The concert ended, and Xiannong No. 1 rice was released. But even after the end, even on this night, countless people tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Especially those fans who came out of the countryside who watched the live broadcast today. Everyone's mind is full of this song, this vast, full of reincarnation and unyielding song.

At night, in countless cities in China, in the bedrooms of high-end communities, in the office buildings in the bustling urban area, in the staff dormitories, on the simple wooden planks on the construction site, and on the beds in the dormitories of colleges and universities, countless young people clenched their fists. Dad, Mom, I'm going to make a fool of myself, I'm going to make a good life for you!

At the end of the performance, County Magistrate Wang and others looked at the bags of rice and were speechless for a long time with excitement. Mengting's father gently patted Zhang Xiaodong's shoulder, sighed, and walked back to his house silently. Those guests who came to celebrate their birthdays glanced at Zhang Xiaodong when they left, and left.

"Brother Dong, we're also leaving. Let's talk about it ... ”

"Yes. ”

The mischievous fans who came from Shengdu are also gone, no longer naughty, and quiet. In the courtyard, only Mengting was left looking at Zhang Xiaodong with an expressionless face...

(I don't know if you like this bigger shrimp or not.) In "Fairy World Online Live Room", the prawns threw a lot of poison, knowing that some people would not like it, the prawns still wrote a lot of things they wanted to write several times, so many people abandoned the book at first sight, and the fate was not enough. Prawns have no regrets about this. Because the prawns are willful, a little naïve, and stubborn! The prawns are afraid that if they don't write something, they won't have a chance in the future. Thank you for your support all the way, and thank you for your trust, since then, this book will never be poisoned again. It's late at night, everyone rest early, good night) (To be continued.) )