Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee

Chapter 215 "Father" (12)

Chen Qiang drove the Wuling Glory, while Chen Minhao carefully sat in the co-pilot's seat holding the pot of lotus petal orchid.

In order to prevent Chen Qiang from slamming on the brakes in an emergency and causing himself to throw the flowers out, Chen Minhao held the flowerpot tightly to the ground, for fear of any damage to Father Chen's cherished lotus petal orchid. Chen Minhao was actually a bit reluctant to give it away, but he changed his mind, his time was unstable, and he probably couldn't take care of it well. Moreover, if sending this potted flower can help me, it will also fulfill Father Chen's wish.

Su Yan knows flowers. As soon as Chen Minhao came back to Kang's office with the orchid in his arms, Su Yan praised: "This pot of orchid is well grown, the whole plant is balanced, the flowers and leaves are in harmony, and the left and right petals rise slightly. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into it. .”

Because orchids cannot be checked by plane, it is impossible for Chen Minhao to be checked by plane. Therefore, Su Yan volunteered, and she and Chen Qiang took turns driving the potted flower to the capital.

Chen Minhao thanked her repeatedly, and then repeatedly instructed her to take care of the details of the flowers according to the note given by Chen's mother. In the end Su Yan got tired of hearing it, patted his chest and said, "People are here!"

Chen Minhao personally sent the two of them to the underground parking lot. Before they got into the car, Chen Minhao said again: "Take care of my dad's flowers!"

After Chen Minhao and Kang Hui returned to the office, Kang Hui closed the door tightly, lit a cigarette and said, "Okay, let me listen to your new song."

Chen Minhao picked up the guitar in the corner and tuned it.

"I always ask you for money, but I never say thank you. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that it's not easy for you to leave. Every time I leave, I pretend to be relaxed and say go back with a smile. I turn around and weep my eyes. I miss the old days. Same, holding your warm palm..."

Kang Hui was so absorbed in the soothing guitar sound and slightly sad male voice that she forgot about the burning cigarette in her hand, and her index and middle fingers were burned by the smoke.

After Chen Minhao dialed the last line, the office fell into silence. After taking a few deep breaths, Kang Hui said, "I'm going to the bathroom, you wait in my office."

Six or seven minutes later, Kang returned. Her eyes were red and there were drops of water on her face. Chen Minhao guessed that she went to the toilet to cry just now, and then went to wash her face.

Chen Minhao originally thought that Kang Hui would share her mental journey when she heard this song, but she directly talked about the value analysis of this song: "In our traditional Chinese culture, the standard for a good father is: strict father ;The standard of a good mother is: loving mother. Although the feminist movement is flourishing, our society is half patriarchal authority.

In a traditional family, a strict father treats his children sternly and selflessly, and buries his love deep in his heart. Many children were afraid of their father and hated their father when they were young, but when they grow up, when they can truly understand their father's love, the children don't know how to express their love for their father who is no longer young.

Because it's hard to talk to my dad, and this song would be a good entry point. So we must make it carefully, we want to make this song come to mind every Father's Day, every father's birthday, and even whenever we want to thank our father!"

Kang Hui brushed his hair and said, "Chen Minhao, you are really good, maybe you can really become a global superstar."

Chen Minhao said with a serious face: "Sister Kang, you are also very good!" Kang Hui heard this song, and in less than 10 minutes, he went to the bathroom and cried a while, but he was able to analyze so many things logically. Stuff, really powerful. In a sense, Kang Hui's analysis foresees the "future"!

Kang Hui tapped the table with his fingers and said, "I have an appointment with Wu Hongrong, tomorrow morning at the company's recording studio at 10 o'clock."

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The next morning, at the recording studio of Shenmeng Brokerage Company.

"….Thank you for everything you do, support our home with both hands, always try your best to give me the best, am I your pride, are you still worried about me?"

The sound insulation effect of the recording studio is particularly good. Outside the recording room, Chen Minhao’s voice can only be heard through headphones.

Chen Minhao came out of the closed recording studio. He rubbed his ears and was about to ask, "How is my singing?" Then he saw Wu Hongrong was still listening to the playback with headphones on.

After four minutes passed, Wu Hongrong clicked on playback again.

After listening to the playback twice, Wu Hongrong stood up unsteadily and turned his head. The others saw that his eyes were red, and he seemed to have lost his soul. They said in a daze, "I need to pee urgently. I need to go to the bathroom." His voice became extremely hoarse, and he wobbled out the door Walk.

When Wu Hongrong arrived at the cubicle in the bathroom, he sat on the toilet. This man in his forties couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, and choked up in the blink of an eye.

Wu Hongrong fell into deep memories.

My mother died of illness when I was one year old. My father was worried that after finding a stepmother, she would treat the child badly, so he pooped and pissed himself, and brought up himself, his brother, and his sister. Because he is the youngest and has never enjoyed maternal love, Dad Wu was always worried that he would not have enough to eat when he was young, so when he was young, his brothers and sisters always said that Dad was partial.

My father is really eccentric. When I went home last week, I saw the nanny feeding my father. The nanny was very kind and patiently used a spoon to feed the handicapped father to eat dumplings. But the father, like a child, pushed the nanny away again and again, yelling: "I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat, I want to leave it to Rongrong to eat."

And Rongrong is his nickname. Two years ago, my father suffered from Alzheimer's disease and couldn't remember anything, but every time he ate something delicious, he pushed it away and shouted: "I don't want to eat it, let Rongrong eat it."

Thinking of this, Wu Hongrong couldn't bear the tears anymore. A 40-year-old man was sitting on the toilet, crying bitterly.

In Wu Hongrong's mind, apart from the memories, only Chen Minhao's song is left: "Thank you for everything you do, support our home with both hands, always do everything, give me the best, am I your pride, still Are you worried about me, the child you care about, has grown up!"

In the recording studio, assistant Xiao Cao took a strange look at Wu Hongrong who walked out. He sat on a chair and listened to it with headphones, and then listened again. Ten minutes later, Xiao Cao also stood up and said, "I am also in a hurry to urinate, and I need to go to the toilet."

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After a while, Wu Hongrong, whose mood had stabilized, returned to the recording studio, walked straight to Chen Minhao, and said, "Come on, Chen Minhao, you and I will go to Kyoto now."

Playlist: NetEase Cloud Music, QQ Music Search "Global Superstars Begin as Trainees"