The group pet is three and a half years old: don't delay my mother's exam to Tsinghua Univ

Chapter 598

Mr. Gu sat in the middle of the first row, next to Tang Tang's teacher Wang Kehao.

Wang Kehao is the music producer of the film. The old man came all the way from the south just to watch the good movie in his heart.
Two elderly men had a long talk, and their backs were particularly harmonious.

"Menghua is the goddess of our generation. Back then, many boys liked her, and the room was covered with posters of her." Recalling the past, Wang Kehao showed nostalgia on his face.

The queen of the song that was popular all over Asia that year shocked the entire Chinese circle.

Where there are Chinese people, there is the singing of Ms. Ruan.

Time flies, the old friend has passed away, and the boy who once admired her is getting old gradually, with gray temples.

Mr. Gu smiled, and his tone was not without complacency: "There are many people who like Menghua, but she still loves me the most."

Wang Kehao:
Grind your teeth, so angry.

"I see that you are blue-faced and cough frequently, but you should take good care of your body and live to be a hundred years old." Wang Kehao lazily leaned back on the chair, "Otherwise, Meng Huaquan will know, seeing you sickly, It must be sad."

Wang Kehao is much younger than Mr. Gu, and he exercises regularly, so his physical fitness is excellent.Seeing Mr. Gu coughing again and again, Wang Kehao secretly frowned.

Mr. Gu didn't care too much: "When you die, you die. People are mortal."

Wang Kehao was too lazy to talk to him.

The movie hadn't started yet, and half of the seats in the auditorium were empty.A lot of media reporters came to the scene, and they all shook their heads when they saw this scene. Even with the actor Shen Yun present, the box office of this movie is probably not good enough.

At this time, there was a sudden noise from the entrance of the audience.

"Don't stop me, I want to watch my goddess movie. Cough cough cough." At the entrance, a white-haired old man was leaning on a cane, ready to walk inside.

His son looked helpless: "Dad, you are 70 years old, and it is dark in the cinema, what if you fall down?"

The old man: "If you fall, you will fall! Even if I die, I still want to watch my goddess's movie and quickly get my reading glasses, otherwise I won't be able to see my goddess' face clearly."

son:.
Helpless, he had no choice but to help the old man into the cinema.

At the entrance, more and more elderly people appeared, most of them had gray hair and wrinkled faces.There are men and women, more old men, and they still have yellowed posters in their hands.

Ruan Menghua is the memory of a generation. She was the dream lover of countless young men and women. Her gentle and vigorous singing voice has silently infected a generation.

Not long after, the originally slightly empty auditorium was occupied by a group of old people.At a glance, there are gray-haired old men and old ladies everywhere.

"Old man, the last time I went to see a movie, I went there with my old lady when I was young. This time I rushed to Ruan Menghua, and I bought a plane ticket overnight."

"I listen to Ms. Ruan's songs every day, from childhood to old age."

"There is still a portrait of Ms. Ruan on the wall of my room, and I will be a fan of Ms. Ruan in my next life."

"When's the movie? I need to clean my glasses."

A group of elderly people gathered together, watching the movie play eagerly.They used to be young and passionate young people. Back then, they met beautiful singers who influenced their lives in the loudspeakers at the entrance of the village, the old radios hidden under the quilt, the CD stores in the streets and alleys, and the old black and white TVs.

Now old, gray-haired old people came in tremblingly with crutches, wanting to see the goddess' past again.

Wang Kehao looked back at the auditorium, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gu, your rival in love is still here."

　Pay tribute to Ms. Teresa Teng, a generation of singers.

　　Haha I used to think that Ms. Teresa Teng was a dignified lady, but when I went to archaeology, I found that she was actually a bit of a sand sculpture, haha, interesting soul~~ She is also a language genius, able to speak English, French, Japanese, Malaysian, Cantonese, Chinese, and Thai.

　　Cold knowledge, Teresa Teng also sang Michael Jackson's BEAT IT~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)