Pengcheng, 12th floor, Building D, a high-end community.

"Dingdong..."

"Hello, is anyone at home?"

The band, with a bunch of photographers, rang the doorbell of this family.

A rustling sound soon came from the door.

"Click"

A middle-aged man who was about thirties opened the door.

"Hello, hello, welcome you, so excited!" The man held Ye Weiyang's hand nervously and excitedly and shook it up and down.

"Mr. Hua Weijie, right? Hello, we are a band that is open. This time we are here to fulfill your musical dream." Ye Weiyang nodded with a smile.

Before the recording of the second episode ended, eight groups of guests selected amateur guests for the next round of competition.

Ye Weiyang was very lucky this time and got a 32-year-old Hua Weijie, who is working as a programmer in Pengcheng.

How to say, Mr. Hua is exactly the same as Ye Weiyang in his previous life. He is in his early thirties, a programmer, and works in an IT factory.

However, Hua Weijie is better than Ye Weiyang in his previous life. He has reached the position of a middle-level leader in the company. His annual salary is 500,000 or 600,000 yuan, and he has settled in Pengcheng.

While Hua Weijie welcomed the band to the door, he kept praising him: "I watched the first episode of "Singer and Writer" last night. The song "He's Summer" you sang is so nice!"

"I didn't expect that I could also participate in the "Singer and Writer" program, and realize my musical dream. Let you write a song for me. This is really great, like a dream!"

Ye Weiyang pulled Jing Bo'an and the others to sit on the sofa opposite Hua Weijie, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Hua, are you the only one at home? Where are your wife and children?"

"When the child's mother heard that the program team was coming, she was shy and embarrassed to go on TV, so she took the child to her mother-in-law's house and would not come back in the evening." Hua Weijie smiled and explained.

"That's it." Ye Weiyang nodded with a clear expression and said, "Why don't you know what kind of song Mr. Hua wants us to create?"

Hua Weijie was stunned. Maybe he didn't expect Ye Weiyang would go straight to the point and not continue to exchange greetings.

He was silent for a moment, his expression suddenly became a little complicated. After sighing, he said, "I hope you can write a song for your father."

Hua Weijie sighed again and said with some depression: "My father has been dead for many years."

"To be honest, there are some things that you may not know how to cherish after you lose them.

When I was young, about four or five years old, my father was an idol.

At that time, I felt like my father was like a superman, and it seemed that nothing could be hindered from him. He was very powerful and was my idol.

At that time, in order to be like my father, I always learned to walk and speak, imitated my father's appearance in every word and action, and even secretly put on my father's clothes and shoes, as if in this way I became a person like my father.

However, when I grew up, my mind began to change as a teenager and received more new information outside of my family. My father gradually stopped being my idol and mirror.

Perhaps because of the rebellious period, I began to resist my father and opposed the expectations and demands imposed by my father.

At that time, I either just refused my father blindly, or I was afraid or even disgusted with him.

Later, when I was twenty-four or twenty-five, I felt that I had grown up and mature enough.

I read a lot of books, completed my studies smoothly, knew more than my father, and found a satisfactory job in Pengcheng.

Although I was anxious and confused by young people at that time, I was also full of confidence at that time. Whether it was life or work, I felt that I could handle it well.

Unfortunately, this confidence and sense of control will completely collapse when you meet your father.

At that time, I could not communicate with my father at all. There seemed to be a natural barrier between me and my father. Our ideas were completely incompatible and our opinions were always contrary.

Even we couldn't sit on the sofa and watch TV together. I couldn't look him in the eyes while chatting.

Later, there was basically no chat between the father and son.

Looking back now, when I was in my twenties, my relationship with my father was still full of embarrassment and discomfort.

We can’t sit down to have a peaceful conversation, and even in extreme situations, we can even argue or have a cold war.”

Speaking of this, Hua Weijie had an indescribable regret in his expression. He closed his eyes in pain and sighed again.

Ye Weiyang nodded with emotion, remembered the relationship between himself and his father in his previous life, and said sadly: "This situation is not an isolated case. Almost every Chinese man will encounter the problem of getting along with his father and son."

"Most people's fathers may be a collection of sternness and love."

"However, severity does not mean not loving. Severity is more because most Chinese-style fathers lack the way to express love and lack sufficient companionship. They can only fulfill their father's responsibilities through severity."

"In fact, as long as the father and son sit down and have a good heart, the bad father-son relationship can easily be untied. The important thing is to learn to reconcile with the father."

"Yes." Hua Weijie smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are lucky. You understand this truth at such a young age, but I didn't understand it at that time."

"After I had my own children, I gradually understood the feelings and difficulties of being a father, and gradually began to forgive, accept, and even admire my father."

"Most of the fathers in the world are actually very ordinary."

"My father is also a person, and he is just an ordinary person with joy, anger, sorrow, and limitations of himself and the times. He is not a superman."

"It was his first time as a father. He was inevitably doing something bad. But when I was young, I didn't understand these things. I always felt that my father was doing everything with me. But in fact, this was just a conflict caused by the specific concepts of people and things, and the different values ​​between the two generations. My father is right, and I am not wrong, but we lack a bridge of understanding and communication."

"But when I understand these principles, it's too late."

"Eight years ago during the Spring Festival, I changed to a new phone and replaced my father with the old phone with his black and white screen phone that I had used for many years."

"The night before I left my hometown and returned to Pengcheng, my father asked me to teach him how to use this mobile phone.

Maybe it was because my dad was always smart, so after I taught him how to use a smartphone several times, but he still couldn't remember it, I acted a little complaining and impatient.

However, such a less pleasant communication became the last conversation between us father and son.”

"A few days after I returned to Pengcheng to work, bad news came from home. When I bought the earliest flight and returned to my hometown, my father was gone."

"This is the most regrettable thing in my life, especially in recent years when my child was born and grew up, every night, I think of the father-son relationship that my father and I have never resolved in our entire life."

"My father and I have never revealed our respective emotions, communicated, spoke our hearts, and expressed our love for each other clearly. Until one's life reaches the end, the other person will wake up, but it is too late."
Chapter completed!