Tweet to steven.curtis.chapman's "Listen.to.our.hearts"

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Tang Menglong's eyes widened, and he looked at Zheng Xiujing with a look of surprise and asked, "Do you need to be so vicious?" And doesn't South Korea pay attention to the order of the elders and respect the elders, it seems that you shouldn't say such things to me! ”

Zheng Xiujing replied: "Uncle, aren't you from the United States, it doesn't seem that you care much about this, it just so happens that I am also from the United States, let's communicate in American style!" ”

"What about you?" Tang Menglong saw that the attack on this side was ineffective, so he shifted his gaze to Cui Xueli, who knew that Cui Xueli was even more desperate.

"Xiujing's opinion is my opinion, and Xiujing's curse is my curse!" Cui Xueli said softly, but the words made people very helpless, and she couldn't see that this well-behaved little Lori was quite black-bellied.

Tang Menglong really admires these two little girls, they are really eccentric, as for rapping, this question, of course Tang Menglong can't be a trainee, but he has really practiced a lot.

As an orphan who grew up in a welfare home in the United States, Tang Menglong's welfare home is next to the church, and their director happens to be a nun.

Although there is no systematic teaching of any difficult singing skills, but some basic skills, and from childhood to adulthood, he has learned countless gospel songs, and slowly practiced some levels, plus the underground band that he played with others for a period of time, this singing is indeed not a difficult thing for him.

Tang Menglong has no opinion on his singing skills, but he has a wide vocal range and a very good voice, but he has an obvious characteristic, that is, he is whimmatic, his surname is very high, or when he sings his favorite songs, he sings like a god at that time.

On the contrary, when the mood is not high, or when you sing some songs that you are not interested in, there is no difference between it and.

To put it bluntly, Tang Menglong's biggest feature is that he can sing emotionally at some times, and with a good voice, although he is not a top skill, he is easy to impress others.

But feelings and emotions are not something that comes every day.

"Can I sing hiphop?" Tang Menglong looked at the expectation in the eyes of Zheng Xiujing and the others, thought about it and asked.

“ok！” Zheng Xiujing nodded, with a smile on her face, and then leaned against Shirley, looking at Tang Menglong with some expectation.

Tang Menglong looked at the two of them and smiled and then sang: "Cut, cut, cut, one, cake, two, bit, eight fathers, come, cut, one, cake, black, black, black feed the dog, black feed the dog!" ”

Sure enough, it's like.

Zheng Xiujing and Cui Xueli stared at him with black lines.

After a while, Zheng Xiujing spoke: "Uncle!" Are you really ready to live alone? ”

Tang Menglong shook his head with a smile and said, "It's a pity that you don't know how to appreciate hiphop with such feelings!" ”

"Whoa!!!

Just as Zheng Xiujing and the others were about to refute, the sound of falling rain suddenly came from outside the house.

Tang Menglong froze for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window.

It's raining again.

"Eat almost, let's go! It's raining now, too! Tang Menglong suddenly straightened up and spoke.

Zheng Xiujing and the others looked at him strangely, but at this moment, because of the sudden heavy rain, the two of them also wanted to go home.

The three stood up and left the private room.

Zheng Xiujing and Cui Xueli stood at the door of the barbecue restaurant, waiting for Tang Menglong to settle the bill.

Cui Xueli suddenly brought her little head close to Xiujing and whispered, "Xiujing, do you feel that the uncle's mood seems to be down a lot!" ”

Zheng Xiujing turned her head to look at Tang Menglong, who was checking out, nodded and said with some curiosity: "It seems that when it rained just now, the uncle changed!" ”

"Let's go!"

Tang Menglong walked over, holding two umbrellas from the boss in his hands, of course, for a 'big customer' like Tang Menglong, of course, he should be generous.

Zheng Xiujing and Tang Menglong left the barbecue restaurant with an umbrella.

When he came to the side of the road, Tang Menglong stopped a taxi, turned around and said to the two: "Go up!" Go home early and don't worry your family! ”

Zheng Xiujing also had no idea of going against Tang Menglong at the moment, but said a little weakly: "Uncle, we have no money!" ”

Tang Menglong smiled, took out 100,000 yuan from his purse and put it in Zheng Xiujing's hand, and then walked to the other side of the street.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Cui Xueli looked at Zheng Xiujing, who had not yet come back to her senses, and shouted.

Tang Menglong turned to them and smiled: "Go home early, I will invite you to eat Korean beef when I have a chance in the future, but remember to call me Oba next time we meet!" Bye! ”

"Uncle, it seems to be a little sad!" Zheng Xiujing suddenly raised her head and said a little strangely.

The two of them looked at Tang Menglong's departing back, and somehow the excitement and happiness in their hearts dissipated a lot.

Looking at the 100,000 won in her hand, Zheng Xiujing suddenly felt that this uncle was very good.

"Little sister, get in the car! The rain is getting heavier, send you home, and it's almost time for me to get off work! The driver's uncle saw that the two little girls were still standing outside the car, so he turned around and shouted.

"I'm sorry! Let's get on the bus right away! ”

The two got out of the taxi and left here slowly, but both of them were looking at the back of the uncle leaving at this time, and they were really a little sentimental.

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The rainy season is the time when I miss my hometown the most, although I don't know how others are, but Tang Menglong is like this, he always thinks, 'I don't know if this rain has fallen on my hometown.' ’

When night falls, the night in Seoul is supposed to be gorgeous, but walking in the Hangang Citizen Park is different, it is very quiet, maybe because of the heavy rain, you can't see half a figure.

Walking on the riverside path with an umbrella, Tang Menglong looked at the opposite bank of the lights, and then looked at the neon bridge of the Han River not far away, and his heart was even more sad.

Tang Menglong knew what the reason was, a common mental illness that would cause sorrow, sadness, fear, or other emotions in a certain situation.

And Tang Menglong happened to be in the rainy season, and he would have a very strong sense of homesickness, and his mood became a lot low.

"Whew!"

Stopped, Tang Menglong took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the rain falling from the sky, feeling a little melancholy and a little sad.

Home, the harbor of the soul that everyone should have.

It would be better if the reborn Tang Menglong had parents, but he was an orphan, and he was born in the United States, although there is no verbal racial discrimination in the United States, but in fact, in addition to the time in the welfare home, Tang Menglong has also been treated a lot of unfairly, at that time he was still very young, whenever he was wronged and unfair, Tang Menglong would miss his hometown and his parents.

Although I have grown up now, this emotion has not disappeared, but has become stronger.

Maybe it's because there is no spiritual sustenance, Tang Menglong always feels empty in his heart, obviously the motherland is in front of him, but there is no family of his own there, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

Looking at the rippling Han River, Tang Menglong thought of the two girls before.

"Dreams? What are my dreams? Tang Menglong muttered to himself.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Tang Menglong suddenly became emotionally sang, thinking about Sister Amy, who always said that he had a talent for singing in the welfare home, Tang Menglong showed a smile on his lips, but he did not become the singer that Sister Amy was looking forward to, he liked to sing freely, but he didn't like to become a singer.

Sometimes songs don't have to be sung for others, but they can be sung just for themselves.

Tang Menglong remembered one of his favorite gospel songs, "Listen.to.our.Hearts" by Steven.Curtis.Chapman, and opened his mouth and sang softly.

how.do.you.explain,

howww.xstxt.org.east.to.west, (a piece of love, through the east and west)

and.runs.and.deep.as.it.is.wide? (Run as deep as possible)

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Be grateful for life, be grateful for the truth, be grateful for this path

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