Daughter Said: It's A Shame To Have A Father Like Me

Yu Ye sighed, he felt that he was like this in this life, no love, no warmth, but Xiao Shuying's life has just begun, she will have a lot of good things in the future, and she should teach her the best.

Now, on the show station, the two hosts were stunned.

They watch.

Look at the man on the screen.

He was wearing shabby clothes, in the cold and dark night.

A couple of couples around were caught in a quarrel over firewood, rice, oil and salt, with a smile.

Gentle and genial to write such fiery words.

He says.

[I don't even know you, but I have a lifetime to understand]

His ink is so soft.

It's like tapping the soul that everyone in this world is most compatible with.

Word by word, gentle and tender, full of love, flowing through every inch-years.

Not loud, nor vigorous.

For everyone, love is what it should be like.

At that moment, in the eyes of hosts Nana and Haitao.

They seemed to see a poet walking in the world.

He should be gentle and gentle, singing praises of the beauty of the world, and every word has transformed into a star that belongs to him.

However, such a beautiful text.

The place where it appears is Baijia District.

It was this man who bent his fingers and tapped unskillfully, from this noisy and cold Baijia District, which was full of quarrels, abuse, and trivialities, such a harsh environment.

He just laughed.

Smile and warmly write everything about love in your heart.

He didn't care what the surroundings were like.

In order to write that text for Xiao Shuying,

He displayed a gesture of pure and fiery love.

The host who saw this scene was amazed.

So, the stage fell into a long silence.

Because no one has ever seen such a man, his life is so bitter, his love is so cold, but he still writes such warm and insightful content, just for the children to see.

But he, thinking of his own love in the middle of the night, how bitter and desperate he will be, silently swallowed his tears.

Xiao Shuying didn't know, because at that time she felt that this man was hostile to love.

no one knows,

No one cared about him, always...

this moment.

on stage.

Liu's eyes widened.

There was jealousy in those eyes.

On the screen, the man started to write.

And she could clearly feel that as the man continued to write one after another, every sentence.

Countless people in the audience all cast their gazes at her.

She was angry.

She knew that in the eyes of everyone, that man's love was a failure because of her abandonment.

But Liu Shi looked at the picture angrily, with distortion in his eyes, and even... resentment.

Why did this man never write this to himself?

why?

Why is his life so bitter, yet he still holds all the good things in love?

no.

It shouldn't be like this, he should be desperate, he should be overwhelmed, he should hate.

not like this.

Liu Shi looked at the man and thought.

When Xiao Shuying was seven years old, she met that man.

He was so thin, and the couples in the slums were so shabby.

How can he see love there?

But now, she is just silent, looking at Yu Ye on the screen.

In such a dirty and dilapidated environment, he smiled.

Just to show his daughter that sincere love.

She was really angry.

But also looks complicated.

For the first time, she knew that this man was so delicate in his heart.

Now.

On the screen, time is rewinding.

This time, it was dawn and dusk.

Xiao Shuying is about to leave school.

Baijia District, in a small dilapidated room.

Yu Ye, who was frail, sat quietly.

He was writing notes in the room, as if he was afraid he would forget.

On the note, the font is Junyi.

[A person's death, like a needle falling to the ground, is just a trill, but to those who love her deeply, the sound is loud and deafening]

At that moment, the pen in Yu Ye's hand suddenly stopped.

He coughed, as if suffering.

He endured the pain in his chest, nausea, dizziness, and the pain in his head that seemed to burst.

He picked up the note and muttered hoarsely.

At that moment, his voice sounded in this small room that was always dim and shabby.

Cold, but with unconcealed sadness, it seems to be in extreme pain.

Also sad and desperate.

That was real mourning, real sadness.

on the program stage.

Resisting the calm Liu Shi, his eyes trembled slightly.

She saw this man, and at that moment, she was immersed in the story he wrote.

The love in his heart is like this.

Even though he never even experienced it, he still believes and is unwavering in love!

Yu Ye recited, in that dilapidated and dimly lit small room.

Shabby clothes, with a slightly hunched spine.

The cold words were read from the man's mouth.

Like the miracle of the growth of all things.

At that moment, Liu Shi just watched.

Standing sluggishly on the stage, standing beside the child, watching the voice appearing in front of him

Inexplicably, she felt a little distressed.

But she finally came back to her senses and gritted her teeth.

There was no hope in his eyes.

You must be dead!

You are so sick.

You must be dead!

At that moment, a roar sounded in her heart.

He is afraid of how he will treat this man when he returns... how guilty he will be, she can't imagine, and she doesn't want this scene to appear!!

Curtain playback.

Yu Ye quietly finished reading the words on the note.

Then, he took a step and left the noisy community.

What came from all around was the most realistic and humblest voice, bowing to life for the sake of firewood, rice, oil and salt. .

But he didn't care, as if it was out of tune with this world.

He just walked with a calm expression and opened his mouth.

It seemed like he was muttering to himself, but also like he was really talking to his daughter.

"Little Shuying.

"This world is messy, dirty, and love is fake and hypocritical, but you can't be disappointed, you can't be disappointed because of other people's filth, you have to remember that there is still pure love."

At that moment, there was a smile on this man's face.

Very gentle in the eyes.

He smiled, very warm, walking from the sunset light, dragging a long shadow.

It was as if there was a small figure around him.

this moment.

Happy family show live room.

Many netizens watched and looked at the picture in front of them with sighs.

"Even though his life is so bitter, does he still believe in love?

"He has never had the warm love he said in his life, but this man still did not hesitate to let his children see the most beautiful side."

It's getting late.

Yu Ye finally returned home.

The unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine appeared on time in this dilapidated room.

It appeared in every corner of the room.

In the living room, Yu Ye was holding the dark medicinal soup in front of him.

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In the stomach that was already uncomfortable, it seemed that it couldn't help tumbling again.

He gulps it down, the bitterness spreading from the tip of his tongue all the way to his stomach.

It's hard to drink, but the man is used to it

After he dealt with all the trivialities, he finally returned to the small room that was converted from the storage room.

The lights were still dim and dim.

He was sitting at his desk, and in the hustle and bustle of the night, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs began to make noise again.

But he didn't care, just picked up the pen and began to write and draw on the paper.

The paper is very fast, and the traces are just like.

For a small loan of 120,000 yuan, the monthly repayment is about 3,000 yuan.

Doing labor work every day can earn an average of 200 yuan a day, with no rest for a month, about 6,000 yuan.

The rent is 300 yuan per month.

Water and electricity bills are 50 yuan per month.

Living expenses are 200 yuan per month.

Charge the phone bill and daily necessities, fifty yuan per month.

After subtracting all expenses, there is still 5,400 yuan left in a month. After the monthly repayment of 3,000 yuan, there is still 2,400 yuan left for emergency.

On paper, it is very detailed. .

The man carefully counted every penny.

Until the end, a sentence was left on the paper.

0......

"You must live, pay off your debts when you die, or let your children pay...

Then, Yu Ye put down the paper and carefully pasted it against the wall, afraid that he would forget it.

He gritted his teeth and started exercising in the cramped space, squats, push-ups, and sit-ups.

At this moment, the powerlessness and grief of the body continued to come.

With his coughing, this frail body has been abolished.

But he still didn't want to give up.

After a long time, he smiled wryly, sweating profusely as he looked at the dash of white hair growing out of his temples.

The man looked at the night, and finally fell silent.

At that time, Xiao Shuying was in the bedroom.

She looked at the news on the post bar. .

She thought of the border town called Mohe,

I thought of the old man who was dancing alone in the ballroom before.

It seemed to fit together suddenly and appeared in her mind.

She picked up a pen, moved her hand, and left four words on the white paper.

Mohe Ballroom.

This will be the title of the song she will write next.

But after writing four words, she suddenly stopped writing.

Xiao Shuying thought hard, as if just after writing the song title, the light in her mind just flashed, but she could no longer grasp the clue.

In my mind, the figure of the old man dancing gracefully appeared constantly.

Lonely and lonely.

She could feel the atmosphere called love.

It's just that she couldn't imagine how such a strong emotion would begin with lyrics.

So, she can only try to write.

I'll be waiting for you in the ballroom.

Did you see it.

I'm still watching over you in the ballroom.

The moment the lyrics fell, Xiao Shuying suddenly became annoyed.

This is full of boring and extravagant sounds, making her feel that she is not worthy of such a fiery love.

What's the difference between this kind of opening and the Tengu music that was on various music charts before?

In Xiao Shuying's mind, it seemed that the figure suddenly appeared.

"Why did you start writing these tengu songs too? 35

"Yes, I have to write this, how good this sounds.""

The man Damn it's voice kept ringing in her head, as if watching her joke.

She gritted her teeth, snorted, and put down the pen.

So, at this moment, in the room, the small figure grabbed his head angrily.

After a long time, a sigh finally came out.

"How to write it!" Wan.