"Merry Christmas!"

A glass of wine quickly tapped on the table, and then everyone drank the wine in the glass together, and the slightest warmth moistened every part of the body from the stomach, dispelling the cold.

It's already twelve o'clock in the evening, and according to the habits of Westerners, today is Christmas Eve, and of course, there are many Chinese who celebrate Christmas now.

But Song Zheng felt that this matter was originally quite nonsense, Christmas is to commemorate Jesus, but everyone knows that there are almost not many Chinese who believe in Christianity, but the number of people who celebrate Christmas is obviously far more than the number of believers, and there is no even faith.

There are also some so-called experts who jump out and take a critical attitude towards Chinese Christmas, believing that Chinese have changed the taste of Christmas.

Although Song Zheng thinks that this foreign festival is not interesting, it is far less popular than the Spring Festival, and he also thinks that some people regard Christmas as a great event purely because they are sick, but there is nothing wrong with treating Christmas simply as a day of eating, drinking, and playing, and it is always festive.

In short, whether it should be celebrated or not, whether it is a real Christmas or not, there is nothing to debate about this matter, and it is happy.

Most of the Chinese are so lively, there is such an opportunity to join in the fun, where can it be easily let go.

Song Zheng and his gang were also extremely bored, and a group of people got together to study solutions, and suddenly someone realized the topic of Christmas, and immediately some people jumped out and said that they wanted to organize it.

Song Zheng saw that these days, the big guys have worked hard, so he didn't stop him, and took the initiative to say that he wanted to be a host, as soon as he opened his mouth, naturally no one fought with him, and now inside and outside the circle, who doesn't know that Song Zheng is a real tyrant.

Wine, dishes, set a table, no foreigner celebrates Christmas, as the main dish of the table turkey, that thing is really difficult to touch in China, so the sauce elbow, sauce duck neck, roast mutton has become the protagonist of the table.

After a glass of wine, the atmosphere immediately became lively, and some people took the initiative to perform the show, Song Zheng just watched from the sidelines, and did not follow the mix, he was not a lively person, but if he caught up, he could also follow the crowd.

The phone rang, Song Zheng picked it up and saw that it was Lin Xinru calling, sighed in his heart, got up and walked out, it was very cold outside the house, and the weather in Yanjing, which had entered early winter, was very cold.

"Hey, daughter-in-law, haven't slept yet!?"

"You're not coming back today!?" Lin Xinru's voice was very small.

Song Zheng sighed and said: "We are still discussing solutions, or the problem of cooperation, it is not easy to solve it, there are also people from the Olympic Organizing Committee, seeing that there are still half a year left in the Olympic Games, and now the time is very rushed!"

When Lin Xinru heard this, she complained: "You! I should have thought of it a long time ago, I shouldn't have promised Miaomiao and Qiuqiu, now it's okay, Qiuqiu refuses to sleep until now, Miaomiao is asleep, but when I just went upstairs, I saw that she was in a very bad mood, but she didn't cry." ”

Song Zheng listened, and his heart was also gloomy: "I ~~~~~~~~~ rush back as much as possible, by the way, have you prepared everything I asked you to prepare!?"

Lin Xinru's tone was helpless, and she said, "Miaomiao is a big girl, do you think that kind of little trick can fool her?"

Song Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Can you deceive it, let's talk about it then, okay, if you're tired, just rest first, I think it's almost the same here, a group of people made a temporary decision, saying that they were going to celebrate Christmas, and there was a commotion inside, I'll see if there's nothing going on, I'll withdraw in advance!"

"Alright, I'll wait for you to come back!"

"Don't be, I don't know yet, you go to sleep first. ”

The two of them said a few more words, Song Zheng hung up the phone, and as soon as he entered the house, he was stopped by several assistant directors.

"Director Song, the big guy is waiting for you!"

"That's it, Director Song, those who can sing and can't sing, I have yelled just now, and now it's up to you!"

"Yes, Director Song sings one, everyone is welcome!"

These assistant directors coaxed together, and the others immediately made a fuss, Song Zheng did not shirk, and took over the guitar with a smile: "This big Christmas, I don't accompany my wife and children at home, and I make trouble here with you, I feel like I'm crazy, okay, isn't it just singing! What are you singing!?"

Song Zheng said, already plucking the strings, the familiar tune, so that everyone present immediately quieted down, after the prelude.

"I once dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world~~~~"

This "Once You" is Song Zheng's famous song, it was at the Magic Flute Rock Festival, with this song, he became an instant hit, he hasn't sung it for a long time, and now when he sings it, everything seems to have returned to the beginning.

After singing a song, Song Zheng saw that everyone had no heart to discuss work matters, so he said a few people from the Yanjing Olympic Organizing Committee and left early.

Driving home, when the car stopped at the door, it was already half past one in the middle of the night, Song Zheng opened the door, the lights were on in the living room, and Lin Xinru and they were all resting.

Song Zheng went upstairs, arrived at the door of Song Ning's room, gently pushed the door open, and a touch of light penetrated into the dark room, shining on Song Ning's small bed.

Song Zheng walked in lightly, standing at the head of Song Ning's bed, looking at his growing daughter, his heart was full of guilt, he had told himself countless times that he must give Song Ning the best thing in the world to make up for the damage caused to this child by the bastard in his predecessor.

Now materially, he has indeed done it, as long as he can think of it, he has given it all to Song Ning, but what is the use of these?

Because of work, he often floats outside, all year round, not a few days at home, and has missed the most critical period of Song Ning's growth.

Alas~~~~~

Song Zheng thought about it, and put the prepared Christmas gift at the head of Song Ning's bed, and there was a Christmas stocking prepared by Lin Xinru on the bedside.

The gift was a super-large plush toy, and Song Zheng originally planned to prepare a better gift, but he really didn't have time, and even this gift was prepared by Ren Tong.

After putting away the Christmas gifts, Song Zheng gently stroked Song Ning's long hair, and just turned around to leave, but heard Song Ning's soft voice.

"Daddy!"

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked back, and saw that Song Ning had turned over and was leaning on the head of the bed looking at him, although the optical fiber in the room was dim, Song Zheng could still see that Song Ning's eyes were red, obviously he had just cried.

"Miaomiao!" Song Zheng said and walked back, sat on the chair in front of the bed, and helped Song Ning fold the quilt: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Ning looked at Song Zheng with big eyes, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "I want to wait for my father to come back, I want to give my father the Christmas gift I prepared!"

Song Ning said, reached out and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out an unidentified object ~~~~~~ from it.

Song Zheng took it, looked at this strange thing with a ribbon and a bow on it, pondered for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Is it ~~~~ pen holder?"

"It's an ashtray! I did it in the handicraft class, my father has to work, he smokes a lot, but smoking is not healthy, I make this ashtray just to remind my father to smoke less in the future!"

This is a ~~~~ ashtray?

Song Zheng couldn't help laughing, his own girl's mind, no matter what it was, he liked it: "You made it yourself!?"

"Hmm!Does Daddy like it!?"

"I like it, as long as it's made by Miaomiao, Dad likes it!" Song Zheng said, holding the ashtray in his hand, "Dad promised you that you will smoke less in the future, okay!"

Song Ning smiled when he heard this, retracted back into the quilt, and said, "Dad, go to sleep too, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to work!"

Song Zheng looked at the sensible daughter, the more sensible Song Ning was, the more he felt that he owed too much, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "Miaomiao, can Dad take you out to play?"

When Song Ning heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, but he hesitated a little: "But it's late, if you don't sleep again, will my mother be unhappy!"

"It's okay, let's go out secretly, no one will tell you, besides, aren't you having a holiday tomorrow?"

"Then ~~~ Where's Dad, I'm going to work tomorrow!"

"Dad said it's okay, get up quickly, when Dad came back just now, I saw that there were a lot of people outside, it was very lively, Dad took you there. ”

Song Ning was actually moved a long time ago, and immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed when he heard the words, it is said that Song Ning is already old and can dress himself, but Song Zheng still insisted on dressing Song Ning by himself, he has not done such a thing for a long time.

"Let's go! Remember to be light when you go out, don't wake up your mother and grandpa, if they find out, we won't be able to get out!"

Song Ning smiled and nodded, a little secret between father and daughter like this made her very happy.

As soon as they went out, the father and daughter were pleasantly surprised to find that they didn't know when it started outside, and it was snowing, it was said that the snow should have fallen a long time ago, today's weather was colder than in previous years, and recently it was a few days in a row, the weather was gloomy, and finally it was so coincidental that it snowed on Christmas Day.

"Snow!"

Song Ning raised her little face and looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky, full of excitement, excitement, Rao is no matter how early she matures, she will still be a ten-year-old child after all.

"Miaomiao! Let's go, get in the car. ”

Song Ning happily agreed, the father and daughter got into the car, all the way to Houhai, although it was already late at night, but for many young people, the life of the day is the most exciting at this time, especially in time for Christmas.

Song Ning opened the window and looked outside, it was the first time she came out at such a late hour, everything was very new to her, as if she had arrived in another world.

"Daddy, where are we going?"

Song Zheng said: "Go find your Uncle Zheng Jun, do you remember him?"

Song Ning nodded.

Soon, when the car arrived at the place, Song Zheng found an open space to make the car very good, there was a group of people around not far away, music was permeating the crowd, and someone lit a bonfire in the center, and the people around were slowly gathering in this direction.

This is where Song Zheng wanted to bring Song Ning here, and when he got out of the car, Song Zheng hugged Song Ning and said, "Is it cold?"

Song Ning looked around curiously: "It's not cold!Dad!Where's Uncle Zheng!?"

Song Zheng pointed in the direction of the crowd, although he couldn't see it, Song Zheng knew that at this time, Zheng Jun and they were all performing.

Although he didn't participate, Song Zheng once heard them say that every Christmas, they would hold a small rock concert in Houhai.

"If you want to die, you must die by your hands~~~~~~~~~"

Zheng Jun's unique voice is singing the song "If You Want to Die, Die in Your Hands" written by Song Zheng for him, and he is accompanied by Gao Qi, Li Yanliang, Wang Lan and others, any of them are big names in the Chinese rock circle.

"Is Daddy going to sing?"

Song Zheng thought for a while and said, "Miaomiao, do you want to listen to her father sing?"

Song Ning nodded, in her memory, the happiest time was the days when she sang with Song Zheng on the street and at the station, during those days, although she lived a very hard life, she could be with Song Zheng every day, although her life is better now, but Song Zheng is busy with work, and the days at home are getting less and less, and the happiness at the beginning can no longer be experienced.

Song Zheng read her thoughts from Song Ning's eyes, smiled faintly, took Song Ning's hand, and walked into the crowd, He Yong, who was waiting to go up to perform, saw Song Zheng at a glance.

"Yo, Zhengzi, you ~~~~~~ bring the child with you!"

Song Zheng beckoned to He Yong and called him over: "Give me the guitar!"

He Yong didn't talk nonsense, and soon sent an acoustic guitar, and their friends all knew that Song Zheng never played an electric guitar.

"Let's go!"

Song Zheng took the guitar and pulled Song Ning to leave, He Yong saw it, and said in surprise: "Hey! Zhengzi, why are you here to leave!

Song Zheng smiled and waved his hand, and left with Song Ning, bypassing a street, where the music was already very small, and the father and daughter walked to the door of a café that was still open, leaning against the big glass window.

"Miaomiao! Do you remember the song that Dad used to sing!?"

Song Ning didn't even have to think about it, and blurted out: "It's "Zebra, Zebra", Dad, right?"

Song Zheng smiled and rubbed Song Ning's little head, just like at the beginning, plucked the strings, Song Ning opened the piano case and put it in front of him as at the beginning, and after the prelude, he sang:

Zebra, zebra, don't you fall asleep.

Show me your injured tail again.

I don't want to touch the scars of your wounds.

I just want to lift your hair.

At first, no one paid attention to this, but soon someone found out that this person who was singing on the street turned out to be Song Zheng, and the little girl next to him turned out to be Song Zheng's baby girl ~~~~~~~.

Don't look at Song Ning's image rarely appears in the news, but as Song Zheng's daughter, in fact, her popularity is not low at all.

What's going on!?

Is it difficult for Song Zheng to go bankrupt!?

Brought her daughter to the street to sing again?

This is obviously impossible, as a superstar, many people know Song Zheng's car, and the BMW is parked on the side.

More and more people gathered over, no one came forward to disturb, everyone was quietly listening to Song Zheng singing, such an opportunity is very rare, who knows when the next time will be.

Zebra, zebra, do you remember me?

I'm a fool who can only sing.

Zebra, zebra, you sleep, sleep, sleep,

I'll leave the North with my guitar on my back.

Song Zheng didn't seem to care about everything around him at all, but when he was singing, he would look at Song Ning from time to time, and the father and daughter looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The piano box in front of it, some people began to put money in it, when Song Zheng was singing on the street, when he was lucky, he could earn three or five hundred a day, and when he was unlucky, he only had a few dozen yuan, but now?

The piano case, which looks quite large, has begun to be unable to fit, and it is tens of thousands.

Song Zheng took the opportunity to finish singing a song, and hurriedly waved his hand to everyone to prevent everyone from putting money in it again, and as a thank you, Song Zheng then sang another song "Once You".

When the song was finished, the money in the piano box had already been sorted out, and a pile of them was put inside, Song Zheng couldn't help but feel funny when he saw it, put the money away, put the guitar on his back, took Song Ning with him, and left, no one stopped them, this Christmas Eve can meet such a scene, everyone is satisfied, if they disturb their father and daughter in the past, it is really impossible to say.

"Auntie, take the child to eat something good, and buy a new dress for the child!"

After walking a short distance, Song Zheng saw an old man on the side of the street, rummaging through the garbage can, followed by a child, who looked about the same age as Song Ning.

was worried about what to do with the money, met this old and young, Song Zheng suddenly had an idea, such a combination appeared in a metropolis like Yanjing, it is not unusual, the most difficult thing in the world to eliminate is the gap between the rich and the poor, these two grandparents and grandchildren, it may be that they came to the city from the countryside to work, it may be that the family suffered a disaster, and in desperation, they wandered out to beg for a living.

The old man looked at the stacks of hundred-yuan bills that Song Zheng stuffed into her hand, and was at a loss for a while.

Song Zheng squatted down with a smile, wiped the stains on the child's face, gently patted the child's little face, got up and took Song Ning's hand and left.

This scene was seen by many people, and people were stunned by Song Zheng's behavior, although they were also very curious about what Song Zheng would do with the money, donate it in a high-profile manner, or find a random charity and donate a sum of money, but no one expected that Song Zheng would deal with it like this.

"Song Zheng!

Song Zheng laughed when he heard it, raised his arm, waved it vigorously, took Song Ning's little hand, and suddenly ran up, leaving a string of laughter from the father and daughter on the street.