From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 225 Journey

"I look at her like I look at my daughter. This child is so cute, shy and budding. Tsk~ so good~"

Teacher Huang smacked his lips, sighed and said: "Life is so good, we should cherish life and love life."

"Have a drink, and respect life!" Teacher He held up the cup and said with a smile: "Mr. Huang can draw great truths in everything, and he can think of cherishing life when he sings a song."

"Respect life."

Teacher Huang held up his teacup and looked at everyone: "To be honest, I wasn't very enthusiastic when you came today, because I don't know you well, so there's no need to talk nonsense with people I don't know well. Not that enthusiastic."

"There are so many people here to cook again. I am exhausted. I am annoyed by a group of people surrounded by the kitchen. Of course you are all fine. After you go out, I will cook alone. Suddenly, there is a familiar voice from the door." Calling, who is there? I saw that the old wolf is here. We have known each other for many years. Jiong Jiong came in, and he said that I saw you happy! I said that’s right? I felt comfortable when the old wolf came. Because I know him well, I am willing to be with him."

Teacher Huang was talking, and everyone listened quietly.

"Jing Jiong just said that he thought that the old wolf must have a friend like you and me. I looked at Jiong Jiong, and I thought that I have been together for more than 20 years and too many things. At that moment, I I just want to hold Jiong Jiong in my arms, really."

What Mr. Huang said, other people may not feel much, but Mr. He was deeply touched, his voice was a little choked, and he said emotionally: "The point is that he was cooking in the kitchen in the afternoon."

"Smoky me~" Teacher Huang refused to admit that he was really touched, and put on sunglasses to cover it up!

Teacher He didn't refute, nodded and continued: "The smoke made him cry, and then I dare not look at him."

Taking a piece of paper towel from the table to wipe the wet eye sockets, Teacher Huang emphasized again: "Smoky."

"I don't dare to look at him, I don't dare to look at him." Teacher He held up the teacup to cover up: "I just said ~ drink a cup of tea, and I ran out after drinking it."

"After all, it's time. Time will let you see everything clearly and prove everything." Mr. Huang said wearing sunglasses.

"So time should be viewed from a longer distance."

Teacher He drank a cup of tea, stopped the topic and said, "Everyone talks about what they were doing when they were 40 years old?"

"Then let me talk first." Teacher Huang raised his hand.

"Hey, let's talk about the youngest one first." Mr. Huang is already in his fifties, why not forty?Teacher He quickly stopped.

"I'm young and I'll tell you first."

"Hey~ hey~ My sister will speak first, let my younger sister speak first~" Mr. Huang, who was still deep just now, was also mischievous at the moment, diluting the emotion that Mr. He was touched just now, and made everyone smile.

"I think there should be a few plays worth showing!" Zhang Zifeng said after thinking about it seriously.

"When you're 40 years old? Where's my Peng Peng?"

"If "Longing for Life" is still there when I am 40 years old, I hope I can still start a fire or something." Peng Peng was also infected by the atmosphere just now, and he was very serious when he said this.

"How many years later will you be when you are 40 years old?" Mr. Huang asked while looking at Peng Peng holding the guitar and wearing sunglasses.

"20 years later."

"Then I'm definitely not here!" Teacher Huang said silently.

"Why are you not here anymore?" Teacher He didn't think about age at all, so he asked this question.

"There is something wrong with me. After 20 years, I will be in my 60s and almost [-], and I will still come here to work?"

"Is there any variety show that can make old people who are nearly sixty years old work?" Teacher Huang's words not only made Teacher He laugh, but everyone laughed too.

"It doesn't matter. If you are still there, you and Mr. He will lie in the yard and help me and Peng Peng take care of the children, and I will cook and work."

Ye Mingxuan said something very seriously, thinking about it, he and Peng Peng both had wives and children at that time, and if nothing else happened, the younger sister should have formed her own family, and the Mushroom House is a big family if there are no guests.

"What does Xiaoxuan want to do when he is 40 years old?"

"Cooking for you, in Mushroom House, I'm serious, as long as the show is still there, and you are still here, I will cook for you, and I will make you whatever you want."

"Don't listen to what he said. What he means is that he will cook for us after the age of 40. Now he doesn't care if we are exhausted." Teacher Huang put down the guitar and looked at Ye Mingxuan suspiciously.

"Don't talk about Xiaoxuan like that, I did a lot for you before." In fact, Mr. Huang and Mr. He could feel the sincere feelings in Ye Mingxuan's words, so he just wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Siro Wangdui?"

"I hope that I can still sing at the age of 40, and sing my own songs to make my own records."

"Then you don't have to worry so much, you brother wolf is still singing at seventy~"

"Fuck you." Lao Lang gently pushed Teacher He.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Huang said that he wanted to hear Lao Lang sing "The Phantom of the Opera". This song was of great significance to him. It was the first time he went to the Arena to watch it when he went to Hong Kong City.

"Forget, I forgot." Old Wolf strummed the guitar casually.

"Brother Wolf, here's a song. I want to hear you sing. I'm your fan." The old wolf sat on the cartoon sofa that Ouyang gave him, and Ye Mingxuan sat at the old wolf's feet, looking at the old wolf's graying hair.

"Then let's play a song? What are you listening to?"

"Is the journey okay?" The song "Journey" is not Lao Lang's work, but Lao Lang's cover of the music poet Pu Shu's song. Ye Mingxuan has heard it several times.

"Give him the guitar, Leizi." The old wolf nodded at Ye Mingxuan, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, that is to let him play the accompaniment.

"I dreamed of a child, crying in a roadside garden.

My beloved balloon flew away yesterday, have you ever found it? Please tell me about that balloon.

After flying to that distant mountain, the grandfather tied it to the roof, waiting for Dad to take you to find it. "

Everyone has a balloon in their hearts. When we grow up, the balloon flies away until it disappears in the distance, just like the dream once, it can never be found again.

Isn’t grandpa the reminiscence of the past when we get old? When we get old, we lie on the rocking chair and tell the children and grandchildren under our knees about those ideals that have been smoothed by life?Maybe you will laugh it off, or you may be lost in thought, when did you lose that balloon?

"This is a journey, a journey called destiny.

We met by chance and left, on this road of no return. "

In the long journey of life, there are flat roads, rugged mountain roads, gorgeous flowers and dense thorns.

"We passed through the mountains

we passed the lake
We passed through the forest through the desert
Pass by people's castles and gardens
Passing by happiness, we pass by pain.

Passing by a woman's warmth and tears.

Passing through the endless cold and loneliness in life. "

(Originally sung by Pu Shu, the author prefers the old wolf version. "Journey")
(End of this chapter)