funbook-pk Chapter 78 Listen to Mom
Chapter 78 Listen to Mom
Chapter 78 Listen to Mom (More chapters today!!)
Liu Xiaoli was the first to react.
She watched her son's figure disappear through the doorway, her face beaming with joy.
He was still muttering to himself.
"Slow down, don't fall."
Liu Yifei also wanted to run over and take a look.
She had just slid off the sofa when Liu Xiaoli grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
Don't go.
Liu Xiaoli pulled her into her arms.
"When my younger brother is inspired to write songs, he needs quiet and shouldn't be disturbed."
"oh."
Liu Yifei had no choice but to obediently sit back down.
Although she was curious, she was also obedient, realizing that inspiration should not be disturbed.
She looked up at Liu Xiaoli with her little face and started chattering away.
"Mom, what kind of song do you think Langlang will write for you?"
"Is it supposed to be about how beautiful Mom is and how well she dances?"
"Should I write 'There's only one mother in the world who's good'?"
Liu Xiaoli smiled and patted her head.
"Mom doesn't know either."
"We'll know once my brother writes it down."
Inside the room, Chen Lang closed the door.
He calmly walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
He took out a leather-bound notebook from the drawer.
He took out another 2B pencil and slowly sharpened it.
Opening his notebook, one finds many of his doodles and sketches.
Some have a few verses of lyrics, while others are incomplete melodies.
He turned to the first page, where a few lines of lyrics were written.
Listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt.
I want to grow up quickly so I can protect her.
Beautiful dark hair sprouts amidst happiness.
The magic of angels, warm and compassionate.
Listen to your mother.
This song was written by Jay Chou for his mother, Yeh Hui-mei.
The melody is warm, and the lyrics are touching.
From the moment Chen Lang decided to pursue a career in music, he was determined to write this song.
This is dedicated to his mother in this life, Liu Xiaoli.
For him, Liu Xiaoli was even more important than his biological mother.
The woman who gave him a second life when he was at his weakest and most helpless.
He still remembers it clearly to this day.
The loneliness and fear of being trapped in the body of an immobile infant upon waking up.
I remember the cold white light inside the incubator.
It was Liu Xiaoli who, with her warm embrace, dispelled his unease.
It was that first sip of warm breast milk that pulled him back from the brink of death.
He has never forgotten the life-saving grace and the feeling of being enveloped in maternal love.
He picked up a pencil and began to write on the paper.
He did not directly copy Jay Chou's original lyrics.
Instead, it was modified based on my own experience.
"Little friend, do you have many questions?"
Why do other people laugh in their mothers' arms?
"But I hid in the incubator, crying softly."
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He changed the question arising from being raised in a single-parent family in the original version to a true reflection of his own birth.
Premature birth, weak, and without her mother by her side.
That loneliness was his deepest memory as an infant.
"Fortunately, she brought me a warm embrace."
"Everyone says I've been physically weak since I was a child."
"But my mother says I'm blessed with good fortune."
At this point, Chen Lang paused, his pen poised.
He remembered when he was a child, his grandmother would always say with heartache when chatting with the neighbors, "This child was born prematurely and has a weak constitution. He needs to be raised well."
But Liu Xiaoli never said that.
She always hugged him and showed him off to others.
They say that our Langlang survived a great calamity and will surely have good fortune in the future; he will definitely be a very successful person.
That kind of protection, that kind of unwavering belief, was the warmest support he had during his childhood.
She supported me through my youth with her gentle arms.
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"I grew taller and bigger under the sunshine of the Han River."
He clearly anchored his location in the city where he was reborn.
This is the home that gave him a second life.
The first verse is complete.
Looking at the lyrics on the paper, he felt as if he had returned to his infancy, when he was crying for milk.
Next comes the chorus.
The soul of this song lies in the chorus.
He retained the most essential sentences from the original version, which also reflected his inner thoughts.
Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt.
"I want to grow up quickly so I can protect her."
"Beautiful dark hair, sprouting amidst happiness."
"The magic of angels, warm and compassionate."
As he wrote, he hummed a melody softly in his mind.
This melody is simple, warm, and full of power; it truly lives up to Jay Chou's reputation.
Anyway, you're a freak who can write fifty songs a week, so taking a few of your songs shouldn't be a problem.
He felt no psychological burden and continued to conceive the second verse.
He wanted to write more specifically, to describe the weight of this kindness in his heart.
"I see the light of maternal love in you."
"Teach me to be kind and strong, so that I will not sway in the wind."
"I began to understand as I grew up."
"Why do you treat me like a treasure?"
"This kindness is longer than the Yangtze River."
He also wrote down his expectations for the future, which was his promise to Liu Xiaoli.
"I will study hard so that you won't have to work so hard anymore."
"I'll use my first paycheck to buy you the best gift."
I made a silent wish to the sky.
"I will make sure you enjoy a comfortable and carefree life in the future."
"Because you are my dearest mother."
He repeated the core line of the chorus.
At the end of the song, he added a closing remark.
"Mom, thank you."
After writing the last word, Chen Lang put down his pencil.
He looked at the full page of lyrics, and the few verses of sheet music hastily scribbled down beside it.
The first version of this song is complete.
He carefully read through the entire song lyrics again, from beginning to end.
Every word, every sentence, corresponds to a real memory.
This song was a New Year's gift he wrote for Liu Xiaoli.
It is also a summary of his eight years of life.
Then, taking a new sheet of paper, he copied it down completely.
Then, he turned to other inspiration pages in the leather notebook and started writing and drawing on them.
Add a lyric, add a musical section.
Each page was marked with a different date, indicating when he began creating the work.
This is also proof that he can confidently release songs in the future.
As a cautious reborn person, one must do things meticulously, properly, and without any flaws.
He stayed in the room for a full hour.
When they arrived in the living room, the Spring Festival Gala skits once again drew bursts of laughter.
He then took the piece of paper covered in writing and opened the door.
He ran out with an excited look on his face.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
He held up the paper in his hand like a child eager for praise.
"I've finished writing!"
All eyes in the living room were on him.
"So fast?"
Liu Xiaoli was somewhat surprised and reached out to take the paper.
Liu Yifei also curiously came over, squeezing her little head next to Liu Xiaoli's arm.