Wang Qiang, it shouldn't have been this name, his grandfather was an old pedant, rummaged through the books, and extracted two sentences:

(1) Self-winner is strong - "Lao Tzu"

(2) Yan Bingjian - Ming, Song Lian "Sending Dongyang Horses to the Preface"

So, an epoch-making name appeared, Wang Qiangjian!

Later, when he became sensible, he knelt on the ground for a whole day before his parents agreed to change his name.

Because he has a psychological shadow on the word "Jian", he directly became Wang Qiang under the village elder Jianyì!

Alas!

In this way, Wang Qiang disappeared from everyone and became an ordinary silk that could not be found even if he was thrown into the pile.

Although the name was changed, he still inherited the will of his grandfather, and after the college entrance examination, despite the opposition of his family, he went directly to the middle pass, and he wanted to complete the dream of being a star!

Who has not been young and frivolous! Who doesn't want to be admired by all people!

Three years, after graduation, I have been drifting in Beijing for three years! He is still him, the only difference is that society has smoothed his heart! If he hadn't been holding his breath, he would have gone home in disgrace.

Whoever can withstand the torment, God will always give him a gift.

After eating the deluxe version of breakfast, Wang Qiang took a look at the dilapidated rental house, picked up the broken wooden guitar in the corner, and walked away with a high spirit.

The pedestrians on the street are still in a hurry, and the cries are still endless. The only thing that may change is that the familiar signs have become unfamiliar, and the music in the hypermarket has never been heard.

Wang Qiang stood at the bus stop and waited boredly, looking left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up!

Tight jeans, pale pink jacket, shawl hair, blown-out skin, bright big eyes are a little moist, Hao teeth bite his lips, but delicate jade hands are turning up and down in the pockets of clothes, looking slightly uneasy.

As a standard drop, Wang Qiang immediately looked at the girl's round buttocks, which was clean.

It's not that the eldest aunt forgot to bring a "good pot friend", that's ...... Money lost!

Wang Qiang immediately took out the money in his pocket and counted it, oh my god! Scared the baby to death, fortunately we didn't lose it, patted our chests in fear, and happily put the money back in our pockets.

There is so much charcoal in the world!

Bus absolutely. It's the hardest car in the world to wait for! Wang Qiang, who was leaning on the billboard, was about to fall asleep, and finally said that it was coming.

Squeeze!

One word fully expresses the number of people on the bus.

"Don't step on my feet!"

"Who's touching my ass! Lao Tzu doesn't engage in base! ”

"Who farted, it stinks! There is no su zhì! ”

"Don't squeeze it, squeeze out all the milk!" A girl said weakly with milk on her face.

On the bus, countless ordinary people incarnate as jokers every day to stage wonderful moments. Wang Qiang, who was lying at the window, looked at the scenery, enjoyed the fresh air, and smiled, you scumbags!

Yikes!

I don't understand why the bus is shaking so suddenly when it starts!

The two coins rolled out of their pockets, down the window, on the ground, and rolled and rolled...... Bumped into a pair of good-looking white cut-out high heels, spun around, and stopped.

The girl picked up two coins and saw Wang Qiang in the car at a glance, with an expression like eating ****.

The girl's voice was very good, and she said crisply, "Is it your coin?" ”

The car was obviously moving slowly, and Wang Qiang cried with a sad face, shouting, "That's your coin!" ”

If the city is a painting, the bus is a line, busy, looking for a posture that suits it, relying on their own efforts to make the painting more beautiful.

Lijiatun.

Wang Qiang went through eight reversings, walked more than 1,000 meters, and finally arrived at his destination by a tractor of a well-wisher.

Red and white ceremonies, very general name, to put it simply, if there is a daughter-in-law and a girl in the family, invite the song and dance troupe to be lively, it is a red thing. When the old man in the family is gone, it is a white matter.

There are very few people who like to run in the white field, and I have basically never heard of giving a reward, and the singing is a bit out of line, and it is easy to be beaten by the master's domestic violence.

Wang Qiang didn't call the number given by the thin monkey, and in a small village, you can find it by following the sound of suona.

There are a lot of wreaths, one pressed by the other, all of them are paper flowers, and they are fighting for chicken feathers!

The cars on the side of the road are full, including hundreds of thousands of luxury cars, Wang Qiang sighed, but unfortunately it is not a red thing to do here.

A semi-trailer converted stage, where several people are assembling and debugging equipment. Wang Qiang took a casual look and knew that this had exceeded the standard configuration, so it was no wonder that he had to pull people from the outside.

Walked over to one of them.

"Brother Zhang, hello! I'm Wang Qiang introduced by Brother Monkey, just call me Xiaoqiang! Wang Qiang's attitude is very humble, eating this bowl of rice, used to it.

"Oh! Xiaoqiang! Monkey says you're good at guitar! Work hard today and give you more money. Zhang Hai wiped the beads of sweat from his head and asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

Wang Qiang shook his head honestly.

"Go in and turn left into the East House, the host has made a table for us people, you go and eat something, the song and dance will start in a while."

"Hmm."

The mat is hard! Wang Qiang naturally feasted on it, when was the last time he had a full burp after eating meat? Wang Qiang forgot, but it was definitely at home.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The song and dance started on time.

The newspaper was dressed in black with some ornaments glued to it.

"Good afternoon, distinguished guests, friends and family!

Today is the day of the death of the old man Li Desheng. Here, we Oriental Performing Arts Company are invited to come with an extremely sad heart. Here, on behalf of all our actors, I would like to express my deep condolences to the immortal death of the old man Li Desheng! And I would like to express my most sincere respect to every family and friend who came to mourn! Mr. Li Desheng left us on June 21, 2015! At the age of 75!

It is inevitable that there will be life, death, division, and union in the world. Although Mr. Li Desheng is far away from us, his voice and smile will always remain in our hearts and those of his children and grandchildren. Li Desheng's life is a glorious life! He dedicated his life selflessly to the land that raised him. And an immortal monument has been erected in this hot land!

Life is like the splendor of spring flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves! This is also a glorious portrayal of the life of the old man Li Desheng!

Here, I also hope that the filial sons and grandchildren will mourn by the way. Turn grief and pain into motivation to inherit the unfinished legacy of the old man Li Desheng and carry forward his spirit! I also believe that the spirit of the old man Li Desheng in the sky will also bless all relatives and friends, and a safe life! Prosperity for all generations!

Let us wish our old man Li Desheng a good and safe journey on the road to heaven!

Next, I announce the official start of today's memorial service for Mr. Li Desheng. ”

The first song at the beginning is usually from the top of one's own house, and it has nothing to do with me.

Wang Qiang's eyes drifted to the black-and-white photo hanging in the center of the stage, the gray-haired, smiling old man very kindly.

People, you can't escape the book of life and death of Hades. No matter how many times he participated in similar stages, Wang Qiang was still a little sad and scared!

I'm afraid that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop! I'm afraid that my son wants to raise and I don't want to wait for my family!

Interspersed with sketches and singing and dancing performances, there were bursts of applause, diluting some of the sad atmosphere.

After about an hour, Wang Qiang was notified that he was ready to take the stage. At this time, it is almost over, who made him a baby raised by his stepmother.

"Below, please Beipiao Singer King, Brother Qiang, who has been professionally out of tune for 30 years! Bringing you "Father"! Everyone's applause welcome! ”

Listening to the sound of the newspaper, Wang Qiang finally sorted out the hairstyle.

Holding that broken wooden guitar, step by step on the stage.

There was no cheering.

There was no applause.

The children in the audience were playing, the mother-in-law and aunt were chatting about the parents' shortcomings, the brains took advantage of this stall to sell things, and the couples enjoyed their happy and shy time. Only a few people looked at him on the stage. and each playing his own.

Wait! Wait!

One day I will stand with the people. Big. The synagogue, standing in the Moscow Theater, standing in the Vienna ********, standing at the Metropolitan Opera in New York, roaring in the ears with the shouts of fans! Just to listen to me! A song!

This is the ninety-first time that Wang Qiang has said the same thing in his heart.

"The dead are gone, and the living rest in peace. A song "Father" was given to the old man Li Desheng, who had already driven west, and to everyone present. ”

After speaking in a thick and magnetic voice, he sat down on a chair in the middle of the stage, where the microphone had already been set up.

Fingers slide slowly over the guitar......

"It was when I was a kid,

Sitting on the shoulders of fathers,

The father is the ladder of the son,

The father was the ox of the cart,

I can't forget that the coarse tea and light rice raised me,

I can't forget a long sigh and half a pot of old wine. ”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the young people on the stage who looked like they were ordinary and their jeans were washed and some of them were gray, and somehow it seemed that they were feeling a little uncomfortable.

"When I grow up,

The children in the mountains go out,

I want to write a letter to my family when I was a child,

Pan'er returns to a bag of stuffy smoke and stars in the sky. ”

Wang Qiang's singing voice has more trills, just because this song is also pierced in his heart!

Some people quietly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, yes, they worked hard, they squeezed out every penny to save for their children, and wanted to let the children in a distant country live well!

Sometimes, they want to look at their children too. They almost forgot what the children looked like.

But what an extravagant request!

See you in your dreams, see you in your dreams...... When they get married, when they have a stable job, they will come back, they will be......

And so it goes, year after year......

"It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

Keer Mountain is high and the water is far away,

It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

But no matter how hard and tired you are, you won't open your mouth,

The son only sings a song and tears,

May the parents of the world spend the spring and autumn in peace. ”

Wang Qiang's voice was hoarse! It's hating yourself for not being angry! It's also hating the cruelty of this society! I hate this merciless time!

Raising children to prevent old age?! Now the state helps the elderly! A man should go out and see the world.

A man in his fifties leaned against the wall, listening to Wang Qiang's song, telling himself so, but tears overflowed from his eyes, and his tanned, ravine-filled face rolled down.

The sky was hazy, the crowd was out of sight, and the songs in my ears were like magic sounds.

A pair of hands that were already a little dry, wiping the tears on his face, "His father, when the child has a chance and buys a big house, he will let us move in with him when the time comes." ”

Two plainly dressed couples stood together, listening to the singing and smiling on their faces.

The sun pulls their shadows and seems to pour out eternity.

"It was when I was a kid,

Sitting on the shoulders of fathers,

The father is the ladder of the son,

The father was the ox of the cart,

I can't forget that the coarse tea and light rice raised me,

I can't forget a long sigh and half a pot of old wine.

When I grow up,

The children in the mountains go out,

I want to write a letter to my family when I was a child,

Pan'er returns to a bag of stuffy smoke and stars in the sky.

It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

Keer Mountain is high and the water is far away,

It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

But no matter how hard and tired you are, you won't open your mouth,

The son only sings a song and tears,

May the parents of the world spend the spring and autumn in peace.

It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

Keer Mountain is high and the water is far away,

It is said that raising children can prevent old age,

But no matter how hard and tired you are, you won't open your mouth,

The son only sings a song and tears,

May the parents of the world spend the spring and autumn in peace. ”

When the last two words were sung, Wang Qiang's voice was a little hoarse.

I went away and couldn't help it. To be honest, he felt out of tune when he sang to the thirteenth ring.

The eyes are a little moist. Wang Qiang smiled, he felt much better when he vented, and he felt that he could hold on for a while!

Stand up, get ready to say thank you, and turn to leave.

The running singer, the person at the bottom of the pyramid, deserves a shout.

"Thank you!" Wang Qiang stood up, hugged his guitar, and bowed deeply.

Whoa!

Applause? Or is it an illusion?

Whoa! Whoa!

Applause poured in! Rushing to the face!

For the first time, so many people, cheering for him, closed their eyes, inhaled hard, and the smell of applause ...... It smells so good.

I don't know when, the sound of suona stopped, and in these three minutes, the entire Lijiatun was surrounded by Wang Qiang's voice.

It's the sad and melancholy song.

"One more time! One more time! One more time! "Some people cried and screamed, and slowly unified, but there was also some momentum.

Wang Qiang's agitated mood was suddenly a little shocked, because he found ......