If life had a starting line, someone was born in Rome

Chapter 259 I still remember you said that home is the only castle, and continue to run with the Daoxiang River (two-in-one)

Zhou Cong's voice has the innocence unique to this age, and it fits the song "Daoxiang" particularly well.

And Li Wen's guitar playing is not at the master level.

But that untrained simplicity is something that even the masters don't have.

The cooperation between the two directly brought a feast to the ears of the audience in the live broadcast room.

It was like a spring breeze blowing through my heart, causing ripples.

Everyone, at this moment, was attracted by this song.

The live broadcast room that was still chattering just now slowly became quiet.

Everyone was smiling and looked at the two children who were playing and singing seriously in the live broadcast room.

Then, through their young faces, I saw a time far, far away in the past...

"Remember you said home is the only castle"

"As the Daoxiang River continues to run"

"I know the dream you had when you were a little girl with a smile"

"Don't cry and let the fireflies take you away"

"Country songs will always depend on you"

"Go home and return to the original beauty"

The carefree singing reminded the audience of the sunshine and wheat fields in the countryside.

And the kid running down the river.

Zhou Cong's voice carries the imagination of the story, making all the audience empathize.

In their minds, pictures began to appear frame by frame, which were their own childhoods.

"It's not the first time I've heard this song, but it's the first time I've heard it so deeply."

"I want to go home and lie on the straw and listen to my mother telling stories like I did when I was a child."

"I think of the month when the wind blows the waves of wheat and the new rice arrives. The smell of rice is everywhere in the village."

"Yes, the rice at that time was so fragrant."

"I was born during the rice harvest season. My grandfather has always said that this means that I will not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life. I am a blessed child. Now I really don't have to worry about food and drink, but my grandfather is gone."

"I want to go home, to that square house, and eat a bowl of rice made by my mother."

"..."

Thinking of his childhood, the audience's comments gradually increased.

Because, Zhou Cong's singing reminds everyone of their carefree time.

It also awakened everyone’s suppressed desire to talk.

Only true love is the most touching.

"Don't give up so easily"

"Just like I said"

“If you can’t chase your dream, why don’t you just change it to another one?”

"Color your life brightly"

"First paint love with your favorite color"

"Smile"

“Success and fame are not the goal.”

"Making yourself happy is the meaning."

"Childhood's Paper Planes"

"Now it's finally back in my hands"

When the song came to this point, Zhou Cong and Li Wen looked at each other and smiled.

That smile is bright and beautiful.

A paper airplane folded with white paper flew crookedly past the camera.

At last……

It fell into Zhou Cong's hands.

This scene shocked the audience in the live broadcast room!

Outside the live broadcast room, a girl's eyes were blurred with tears.

"The paper airplane of childhood, now finally, finally..."

The song she was humming softly could no longer be continued.

Because she knew that the paper airplane of her childhood would never come back to her.

"Oh, oh, oh, mom and dad, I miss you..."

Yang Wushuang's tearful eyes seemed to see a scarecrow standing in the rice fields in his hometown.

I remember when I was a child, whenever the rice was about to mature, birds would always come to steal food.

In order to prevent birds from pecking the rice, every household would put up a scarecrow in their fields to deter the birds.

At that time, she was young and timid.

Whenever night falls, I always feel inexplicably scared when I see the blurry figures, and I don't dare to sleep alone.

At this time, my mother will hold herself in her arms, pat her back gently, hum a little tune, and coax herself to sleep.

Yang Wushuang will always remember the fragrance of rice in those nights, accompanied by the rustling of the rice fields in the wind, the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs, sending him into his dreamland.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother cooked rice porridge with pickles made by my grandma.

It soothed my growling belly and started a warm day.

Since when did this all change?

Yang Wushuang's teeth began to chatter, and his thoughts were uncontrollably swallowed up by the past.

That day, she got up with a yawn as usual.

Mom sat on the edge of the bed, holding a wooden comb and looking at herself with a smile:

"Yao'er, come over and comb your hair."

"Mom, I want to braid my hair to the sky, very high!"

"Tall? How high?"

"Higher than that mountain!"

The little self pointed to the mountains not far away outside the window and acted coquettishly.

But the braids haven't been combed yet.

Earthquake.

The mountain shook.

The last memory is of my mother's panicked but determined face and her soft embrace.

And, pitch black...

Yang Wushuang covered her face, tears dripping down drop by drop through her fingers.

More than ten years have passed, and the huge psychological trauma has caused her to end up in darkness every time she recalls that past event.

Today, listening to Zhou Cong's singing, it was the first time that she clearly recalled the last sight of her mother.

Stronger than she imagined in the past.

Yang Wushuang's shoulders kept shaking. After a while, she stopped, took out a tissue and began to wipe her face.

She looked at Zhou Cong on the screen quietly, then smiled with relief and started typing on the keyboard:

"Thank you, Zhou Cong. Your singing voice is beautiful and reminds me of many things in the past."

After typing, Yang Wushuang opened the little yellow car and pressed the send button.

Rice X1, place an order!

It's okay, mom, I can take care of myself now, and I can cook a bowl of porridge for myself in the morning.

Don't worry, mom, I can still see countless mornings in the future.

I will live every day seriously.

Yang Wushuang thought so.

………………

At the scene, Lin Feng closed his eyes and tapped his fingers gently on his legs, completely immersed in Zhou Cong and Li Wen's singing.

Singing that has not been tainted by the secular world may not be perfect, but it must be the most moving.

Even Liu Yong was immersed in it and forgot to look at the data.

After the song ended, Lin Feng opened his eyes and asked him proactively:

"Director Liu, how are the sales figures?"

"oh oh!"

Liu Yong suddenly woke up and opened the background data of the live broadcast room.

“Sales keep climbing!”

"Cut to the barrage area and see the audience's testimonials."

Lin Feng said again. When he opened the barrage, Lin Feng saw a sea of ​​enthusiastic praise.

"It made me cry! Let these two kids make their debut on the same spot!"

"Such pure music can only be cultivated deep in the mountains, right? I support it!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuakah, I'm crying, I want to go back to my hometown!"

"Thank you, Zhou Cong. Your singing voice is beautiful and reminds me of many things in the past."

"Is this selling rice? This is selling childhood memories!! I've placed an order, damn it!"

"I haven't finished the rice I bought from Teacher Dong, but I bought another bag here. I have no choice but to buy it!"

"Teacher Dong's composition and Zhou Cong's singing are so touching! Place an order!"

"Educated people selling things are all dimensionality reduction attacks!"

"Actually, both Teacher Dong and Zhou Cong belong to the category of using words to impress people, right? One talks and the other sings."

"Wow, this is the live broadcast room that our audience likes to watch! Place an order to support!"

"..."

Seeing that many people mentioned Dong Yuhui in the barrage, Lin Feng was also moved in his heart.

I wonder what he will think when he learns about today's live broadcast?

Lin Feng smiled slightly, with some expectations rising in his heart, and wanted to contact Dong Yuhui.

But when I touched my pocket, I found that I didn't bring my mobile phone with me out of habit.

However, this does not trouble him.

Lin Feng looked directly at Liu Yong and said with a smile:

"Director Liu, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

Liu Yong was stunned for a moment and quickly took out his cell phone:

"Teacher Lin, you are too polite... I would like to ask, who do you want to call?"

Liu Yong is extremely curious. After doing the program for so long, he has never seen Teacher Lin take the initiative to contact anyone!

The audience in the live broadcast room also became interested in gossip.

"Who is it? Eat melon."

"Okay, why do you need to call me all of a sudden?"

"Could it be that they called Zhou Cong's parents to tell them that their child was promising?"

"We, Zhang Yunshu, can't make a difference?"

"..."

Before everyone could discuss it for a few words, Lin Feng's answer came out. He had no intention of hiding it.

"Call Dong Yuhui and let Teacher Dong see if the children are promising."

Lin Feng's words made Liu Yong burst into laughter.

The child is promising and the parents want to show off?

Teacher Lin is really...cute like this.

Under Liu Yong's expectant eyes, Lin Feng dialed the phone.

"du~du~du~"

Immediately afterwards, Dong Yuhui's voice rang:

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Lin Feng."

Lin Feng explained with a smile in his eyes:

"I didn't bring my cell phone with me, so I borrowed Director Liu's phone to call."

Hearing Lin Feng's voice, Dong Yuhui's lips also raised:

"I was just looking for you too! But when I called your cell phone, no one answered."

Dong Yuhui paused and then said:

"Let me guess, you are looking for me because of the delivery of goods, right?"

Lin Feng nodded:

"Yes, you are looking for me to bring goods, right?"

Both of them laughed heartily at the same time.

In the end, it was Dong Yuhui who spoke first:

"Previously, that kid Zhang Yunshu boasted about Haikou and said he would create a revolution in the history of live broadcasting, which caused quite a stir on the Internet. I am always paying attention to the trends."

"To be honest, I'm really worried about you."

"No, as soon as you start broadcasting, I will stay in the live broadcast room."

“Although I don’t know the specific sales data, judging from the barrage response, the sales should be good, right?”

Lin Feng smiled slightly and said:

"Sales have been rising, and the sales are quite good..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yong's surprised voice sounded:

"Teacher Lin, good news, the rice is sold out!"

Lin Feng paused and said:

"Did you hear that?"

On the other end of the phone, Dong Yuhui's eyes and brows were full of joy, and he said happily:

"I heard it, good thing, good thing!"

After shouting two good words in a row, Dong Yuhui said with emotion:

"The reason why I can write those small essays that are out of the circle is because of my reading and accumulation day after day."

"Although it is very inspiring, in the final analysis, it is a collision of self against self."

"But it's different over there."

"It's your usual teachings that first put knowledge, aesthetics, and abilities into the children's minds."

“Then, guide them and achieve them.”

"This matter is ten thousand times more difficult than asking myself to study and improve myself."

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, sometimes I really have to admire you."

Hearing this, Lin Feng shook his head and smiled, saying:

"It's just that the two of us pursue different things. Let me tell you... Wear a high hat, right?"

"If you teach me, you won't be worse than me, Teacher Dong."

Dong Yuhui smiled brightly, shook his head and said:

"Don't bury me. If it were me, the musical talents of Zhou Cong and Li Wen would have been buried."

"I have to say, this song "Daoxiang" is really the best version I have ever heard!"

"I was taken in, and all I could think about were the hillsides I ran on in my childhood and the scent of flowers I smelled."

"Wonderful, beyond words!"

The two were chatting and laughing, unaware that at this moment, "Daoxiang", a collaboration between Zhou Cong and Li Wen, was on Douyin's hot search list!

At first, I saw the hot search title "Daoxiang".

Netizens didn't take it seriously and thought some singer had covered the song.

But when I clicked in, I saw two children selling rice, which made me a little curious.

However, this curiosity was soon moved by the singing and turned into resonance!

Countless netizens left passionate messages after listening to this song Daoxiang.

"I cried when I heard it. I missed my childhood."

"Singing "Daoxiang" and selling rice, do adults now have to accept critical attacks from children?"

“I have to say, this idea is really eye-catching!”

"It has to be Teacher Lin. He can teach any child and he is so awesome!"

"This child's performance reminds me of my hometown. The gentle breeze brings the fragrance of rice. I am surrounded by the fragrance of rice, but I can't see the back of the old days. It's really melancholy."

"What I like is another paragraph - watch TV, many people are in worse situations than you, but they all choose to persevere, so don't give up on your life and live bravely!"

"I have lived in the countryside since I was a child. I remember that after the rapeseed flowers mature, there will be some straw left after harvesting."

"At that time, I and a few friends used straw to build a house in the field, and then played house."

“At the end of the game, we would all sit quietly in the built house for a few minutes.”

"Until dusk falls, we will shout, 'Sesame blossoms, everyone finds his own mother.' After shouting, we will run home with a smile."

"I remember that at night, the moon was very bright, there were fireflies flying, and cicadas chirping."

“Everything was so lively.”

"Unlike today, when a person is outside, his heart will always be filled with loneliness."

"This child's "Fragrance of Rice" sang about my childhood, the fragrance of grain flowers, and the summer night accompanied by cicadas."

"Thank you kid!"

"Seeing that so many people have resonated with it, it turns out that I am not alone. I like this kid and have also followed the live broadcast room. I hope I can buy your stuff next time."

"..."

(End of this chapter)