don't call me singer

Chapter 440 When the leaves fall in late autumn, the city is all parting

The vast majority of Gu Xiaobai's fans are actually very unhappy with the consumption of Gu Xiaobai in "The Mask".

My Xiaobai is so busy, it's rare to participate in a show, and you still spend him as a big tree!
What are your intentions!

During this period of time, fans continued to go to the "Masked" Weibo to protest, and "Masked" didn't explain or reply, just gritted their teeth and resisted.

So, with such doubts, the year-end ceremony of "Masked" finally ushered in its premiere.

No matter how upset they are, these fans don't plan to let go of this issue of "Masked", after all, this may be Dashu's farewell performance.

Gu Xiaobai has many die-hard fans, and Gu Xiaobai, who was fascinated by Dashu, sat in front of the TV early and got ready.

Fu Zhongliang, for example, liked the few songs that Gu Xiaobai sang as a big tree most.

That night, Fu Han's villa became lively again.

"Dad, third uncle, why are you all here?" Fu Han looked confused when he saw his father and third uncle, "Didn't you say you came by yourself, third uncle? Why is my dad also here?"

When he said this, Fu Zhongdong became upset: "Is it okay if I come? I come to my son's house, and I have to report first?"

His face was dark, and when he saw Fu Wenyao next to him, he immediately smiled all over his face: "Xiaoyao, come here quickly, let uncle see if he has grown taller..."

Fu Wenyao can't laugh or cry, Uncle, it's been more than a month since you saw me last time, okay, how can you grow taller?

Fu Han next to him couldn't laugh or cry when he saw Fu Zhongliang's calm expression.

Alas, I was cheated by my third uncle again.

My dad treats Xiaoyao closer than me, and my third uncle still digs holes for me all day long, so I'm definitely not biological.

When Fu Zhongliang entered the door, he went straight to the audio-visual room with ease, while Fu Zhongdong was actually dragged here by Fu Zhongliang during a business trip, and this was the first time he participated in such an event.

Fu Han directly regarded this group movie viewing as a small party, prepared a lot of ingredients, found a good barbecue chef, a chef who is good at making small dishes, and several wine shops Craft beer sent by friends.

For the next two hours, they planned to just spread out on the sofa, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and listening to music.

There are no shopping malls, no chores, only music.

The most pleasant thing in life is this.

It was the first time for Fu Zhongdong to participate in this kind of gathering, and he was very puzzled: "You guys get together just to listen to music?"

"This is not an ordinary listening song!" Fu Zhongliang felt uncomfortable with the contempt in his brother's tone, "This is Dashu's song! If you listen to one song or one less, you may never hear it again."

"Who is the big tree?" Fu Zhongdong suddenly remembered that many years ago, Fu Zhongliang was the boy chasing stars.

"Uh... this question is a bit complicated...Xiaohan, explain to your father." As the third uncle, it's not wrong to throw problems to the eldest nephew.

After Fu Xin explained the ins and outs of the process clearly, the program had already begun.

But Fu Zhongdong still doesn't understand, why do you have to listen so carefully when Gu Xiaobai puts on a mask and sings?

Fu Zhongdong actually didn't know much about Gu Xiaobai, he had only heard Gu Xiaobai's song "Cheng Xiang Pian" live, and it was really difficult for him to find time to listen to music while he was busy. .

As an influential music program, the year-end ceremony is still very interesting.

In addition, the effect of Fu Han's audio-visual room is really good, Fu Zhongdong is gradually attracted by the show, put down many distracting thoughts, and enjoy the fun of music, barbecue, and beer with peace of mind.

Next to it, there were Fu Han, Feng and two top musicians giving on-site explanations and comments. I don't know how much higher they were than the judges on TV. Fu Zhongdong, a layman, quickly entered the situation.

And Fu Wenyao sat beside him, and said a few words from time to time.

As a younger brother who has completed more than ten years of Fu Han's journey in less than a year and successfully obtained the endorsement of the family's products, Fu Wenyao's views on music are completely different from before.

After an hour, Fu Zhongliang stood up suddenly: "I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Yes, hurry up, it's about to start."

Fu Zhongdong also went there, and when he came back, he heard Fu Zhongliang shouting: "Brother, hurry up, let's start!"

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai was already standing there.

He wears a big tree crown on his head, with his back to the stage.

The first song starts:

"Hold hands, say goodbye to you, don't say gossip..."

As soon as the first sentence was out, Fu Zhongdong was caught.

He stood at the back of the audio-visual room, at the distance from the toilet door, and when he heard the first sentence that seemed to be trying his best, but then put it down gently, he felt the hairs on his back explode.

At that moment, countless emotions flashed through, as if tearing at his memory, causing many memories that he hadn't thought about for a long time, and he didn't dare to think about, to resurface.

"Fuck..." He didn't pay attention to Fu Han's swearing voice.

Fu Zhongliang opened his mouth even more, looking at the screen in front of him.

The 4K picture, superb sound, and the best visual angle, although it is not as good as listening directly on the spot, it is already a top-level enjoyment.

Everyone was quickly captured by Gu Xiaobai's music, and even after Fu Zhongliang yelled, he didn't pay attention to what was behind him.

Fu Zhongdong closed his eyes, and at that moment, he seemed to have returned to five years ago.

In the best hospital in the capital, he held that old hand and burst into tears.

The frail old man, holding his hand, smiled and closed his eyes.

Since then, he has been holding the old man's hand tightly for an hour, two hours, but the old man never woke up again.

He still remembered that the palm of the palm lost its temperature little by little.

Countless times afterwards, when he came back from his dream at midnight, he seemed to be able to feel that the big hand that was once powerful and warm was slowly losing strength and warmth.

A person, no matter how old he is, as long as his parents are alive, he is a child at heart.

But that day, he was no more.

He is the eldest brother, and he has to take care of his younger brothers.

He is a father, setting an example for his children.

He is an uncle, and he wants to maintain and build his own image.

He is a grandfather, and he also needs to take good care of his grandson.

But he was no longer someone's son, and he no longer had a shoulder to lean on.

When he is weak, he has to stand up for himself.

When he is confused, he has to figure it out by himself.

Because there is no one else who can solve his doubts.

No more.

The two or three years after that were the craziest period of Fu Zhongdong's work.

He can't break down, can't make mistakes, can't be vulnerable.

The strength on the surface may also strengthen the heart.

Later he thought of all this less and less.

Finally, the warm but slowly losing temperature palm no longer appeared in his dreams.

He felt himself letting go.

But at this moment, when he stretched out his hand, he could still feel a warm palm in his hand again.

That feeling, like a bullet, hit his heart, making his heart twitch badly.

In a trance, he seemed to see an old face, smiled at him, and then nodded.

Then turned around and left slowly.

He opened his eyes and looked up.

In the eyes of tears, on the background of the stage, there is a big tree with all the flowers gone.

But another small tree bloomed full of flowers on the stage.

Outside the window, it was already late autumn, and the leaves of the big trees were falling.

Thousands of households, in the living room.

One by one, the elderly and middle-aged people, sitting on the sofa, standing in the living room, in front of their children and grandchildren, suddenly burst into tears.

Some are lost, never forgotten, never accepted.

However, it is always time to let go.

(End of this chapter)