"Sweat your own sweat, eat your own food, do your own things, rely on the sky, rely on the earth, rely on your ancestors, you are not a hero, this is a good saying!"

Ye Chen smiled, of course this is a good sentence, because this sentence is a sentence given to his son by Zheng Banqiao, a great painter of the Qing Dynasty and one of the eight eccentrics of Yangzhou. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zheng Banqiao had a son at the age of fifty-two, named Bao'er, so he disciplined him very strictly, never doted, when he was critically ill, he wanted to eat the steamed buns made by his son, so his son went to invite a master to teach him to make this steamed bun.

But by the time his son sent the things over, Zheng Banqiao had been dead for a long time, and all that was left was the words on the table: sweat your own sweat, eat your own food, do your own things, rely on the sky, rely on the earth, rely on your ancestors, and you are not a hero.

Of course, there is no existence of Zheng Banqiao in this world, so there is the shock of Ye Chen's words, ordinary countrymen rarely have the opportunity to study, but they don't know, but these people in the art troupe can hear it clearly!

People who can say such a sentence have such strict requirements for themselves in daily life.

Ye Chen looked at the stunned Mengshu and the others, and smiled: "That's it, I'm singing a song for everyone!" can only be sung, and it is also a song that I just thought of, dedicated to you Uncle Meng! ”

"Xiao Ye, we don't have any money to give!" One person quipped.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "As a junior, I will sing to you, and I can still collect your money?" ”

"When is this, it's almost nine o'clock, and the big guys are going to sleep."

Liu Yue glanced at Ye Chen, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Ye Chen.

"What's this, Ye Chen, you sing a song for everyone, let's be a judge for you, how about your new song?"

Wu Xiaoqin looked at Ye Chen with a smile, which made Liu Yue's face change, and finally said: "Rest after singing, don't disturb others?" ”

Originally, the long journey was boring for them, so it would be nice to have a song to interact with, and few people would object.

Ye Chen snorted a few times, lowered his voice and smiled: "Big guy, listen, I can start singing!" ”

Under the shouts of Uncle Meng and others, Ye Chen began to grow.

"There is mud on his body, and sweat on his face.

For a dream, go to the city and break into the world.

Yesterday I was a farmer, today I am a worker. ”

At the beginning of Ye Chen, everyone thought that Ye Chen was going to create a song about the army, but they didn't expect it to be about migrant workers.

"The new owner of the city is in high spirits,

Brothers and sisters puff up their chests,

After hardships, I am not afraid of wind and rain.

Believe in your own strength,

Believe in the future,

Our lives are just as good as ever. ”

……

Uncle Meng and the others listened to Ye Chen's singing, thinking of their dream of going out to work, for what is not for their own home, they have experienced so many winds and rains, and they also have their own receipts and joys, a different life, isn't it a different year?

"You also miss, and I also have concerns.

After a busy year, who can't miss home.

For our parents and for our baby,

Also for more high-rise buildings.

Brothers and sisters sang songs,

Polishing the neon glow with that sweat flower,

Believe in your own strength,

Believe in the future,

Our lives are just as good as ever. ”

……

You also miss, and I also care. After a busy year, who can't miss home.

Uncle Meng, they couldn't help but sigh when they heard the lyrics of this sentence, yes, who wants to be outside all year round, and who doesn't want to accompany their parents, wives and children at home, and live a good life in peace, but reality is reality after all, and people always want to live.

"Brothers and sisters began to sing,

Polishing the neon glow with that sweat flower.

Believe in your own strength,

Believe in the future,

Our lives are just as good as ever.

Our lives are just as good as ever. ”

After Ye Chen finished singing, Uncle Meng and the others were still immersed in the singing.

This song is called "Song of Migrant Workers", Ye Chen remembers very clearly, this is the 2008 Spring Festival Gala, specially sung to migrant worker brothers, led by grassroots actor Wang Baobao.

The song expresses the positive and enterprising spirit of migrant workers and the attitude of pursuing their dreams in life, and directly shows the hard-working and capable fighting spirit of migrant workers who are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and also reveals their concern for their hometown and relatives, and further affirms the great contributions made by migrant workers to urban construction and social development.

At that time, this song aroused the enthusiasm of the broad masses of the people to care for migrant workers, and the reaction was strong.

"That Xiaoye, see if you can sing it again, this song is so good!"

Uncle Meng looked at Ye Chen, with a look of anticipation, Ye Chen smiled and said: "In this way, I will write down this "Song of Migrant Workers" and send it to you, wait for you to sing it with me, after singing, let's have a good rest, and when I wait for tomorrow, I will teach you again, okay?" ”

When Uncle Meng heard this, Ye Chen was going to write down the song and hand it over to them, of course he was very happy, not to mention that he had to teach them to sing in person, which was absolutely impossible in the past!

After Ye Chen finished writing the lyrics, he handed them to Uncle Meng and said, "Look at the lyrics, I'll teach you to sing!" ”

"That, Xiao Ye, I don't know how to read!"

Ye Chen was stunned and said, "Then sing along, it's very simple." ”

Ye Chen was like a leading singer at the moment, raised his hands, and said with a smile: "Everyone looked at my gestures and started singing." Ready, Qi! The body is covered with mud and sweat on the face. ”

"There is mud on my body, and sweat on my face."

"Okay, yes, next sentence, for a dream, go to the city and break into the world."

"For a dream, go to the city and go to the end of the world."

……

Ye Chen's voice spread far away, and the passengers in the other carriages also heard the singing here, and gathered here one after another, looking at Ye Chen, who was dressed in military uniform, calling a few plainly dressed migrant workers to sing, which was very novel.

Ye Chen's singing voice is good, because he was a wandering singer in his previous life, so he has a foundation, but these migrant workers are out of tune, singing broken sentences, the voice is high and low, strong and weak, uneven singing, but it has a different flavor.

One of the old men with a camera took a few photos of Ye Chen with a camera, and was very satisfied, and then clicked a few more photos at Uncle Meng and the others.

Although Uncle Meng and others learned very slowly, Ye Chen taught very seriously, and after teaching the lyrics again, Ye Chen sang again, so that a few people were familiar with the singing.

Uncle Meng and the others still kept asking Ye Chen what they didn't understand, and Ye Chen didn't bother to answer them one by one, as well as how to sing, until about eleven o'clock at night, everyone went to rest one by one.

Under the faint light, Uncle Meng and the others passed Ye Chen's lyrics, and their mouths moved and they were obviously still practicing Ye Chen's songs.