funbook-pk Chapter 22 Jingfangge
Chapter 22 Jingfangge
"Little brother, remember this: when you write a new song, you have to sing it for your sister first!"
Yao Beina glanced at Liu Qianmeizi, who was struggling with the piano keys, and added with a smile.
"Of course, we can't forget your wife either."
But the tone of his voice sounded a bit sour.
"Yes, sister."
Chen Lang nodded obediently.
Arrangements must be made!
One is his most beloved older sister, and the other is his wife.
I must protect and support their careers.
He looked at Yao Beina, feeling a mix of emotions.
In her past life, her older sister was also very famous, winning the silver medal in the 12th CCTV Young Singers Competition and the gold medal in the 13th CCTV Young Singers Competition. She was also the only perfect score champion in history.
But he truly shone and became known to audiences nationwide after participating in The Voice of China.
At that time, she was no longer young.
With her talent and family background, she should have shone much earlier.
Now that I'm here in this life, I absolutely cannot let her take so many detours again.
and also……
Chen Lang's gaze fell on Yao Beina, and his expression became more serious.
And her body.
The news I saw in my past life was always vague and unclear.
He said that after the surgery, she wouldn't cooperate with chemotherapy and wanted to sing, but he didn't know the specifics.
However, the earlier cancer is detected, the greater the chance of a cure.
This matter must be put on the agenda.
He glanced at Liu Qianmeizi again.
Because of her own circumstances, this little girl had access to systematic vocal training earlier and more extensively than in her previous life.
Although her voice is indeed limited.
That soft, childlike voice lacked penetrating power and explosiveness.
However, it's not entirely without the possibility of development.
If she chooses the right song and finds a style that suits her voice, going for a sweet and cute image is not out of the question.
However, this girl isn't particularly interested in singing; it depends on her own preference.
……
Early the next morning.
After breakfast, Liu Xiaoli, as usual, prepared to take her two children to kindergarten.
But as soon as they stepped out the door, before they even had a chance to get on that old-fashioned bicycle...
A figure appeared at the entrance of the stairwell.
The smell, a mixture of tobacco and dust, instantly filled Chen Lang's nose.
He looked up.
A man wearing a neat, clean shirt was standing there.
His adoptive father, Shen Jingfang, had disappeared for nearly five years.
"Brother Jingfang."
Liu Xiaoli looked surprised, then smiled.
She stopped and looked at the man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"When...did you get back?"
"Just got back."
Shen Jingfang smiled, her voice much more composed than it had been five years ago.
"It's good that you're back."
Liu Xiaoli nodded and didn't say anything more.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Shen Jingfang's gaze passed over Liu Xiaoli and landed on Chen Lang beside her.
He smiled as he looked at his son.
Chen Lang also looked up at his father, whose face he was seeing clearly for the first time.
He seemed to have dressed up specially so he could see his son.
His beard was shaved clean, revealing his well-defined chin.
Her hair was freshly cut and neatly combed.
He was very handsome, with a dashing and masculine air.
He had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, a high and straight nose, and thin lips.
This is a very charming-looking man.
"Langlang, quick, call him Daddy."
Liu Xiaoli nudged Chen Lang.
Chen Lang fell silent.
dad?
He looked at the man in front of him, but couldn't bring himself to call out to him.
He disappeared for five years.
Do you know how I've spent the last five years?
Do you know how much I've suffered?
amount……
Chen Lang thought about it carefully.
It seems... aside from being a bit boring, a bit childish, and having been tormented by my wife when I was a kid...
It's alright.
They eat well, dress warmly, and are loved and cared for.
It seems... there's nothing to complain about.
But he really couldn't bring himself to call him "Dad".
He mimicked Liu Xiaoli's tone and called out timidly.
"Brother Jingfang."
Liu Xiaoli's face immediately turned bright red, and she almost burst out laughing.
She squatted down to correct him, feeling both annoyed and amused.
"It's Dad, not Jingfang!"
But Chen Lang just pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
Shen Jingfang's smile froze, and she waved her hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.
"Alright, Xiaoli, let's leave it at that."
"Let him shout whatever he wants."
He squatted down, looked into his son's stubborn eyes, and tried to reason with him gently.
"Langlang, this time Daddy is coming back and will be able to stay at home for half a year."
"I want to... spend some time with you, okay?"
"Go back to kindergarten in six months."
Liu Xiaoli nodded repeatedly.
"Of course."
Chen Lang remained calm throughout.
He looked at the man without showing any affection or resistance.
But Liu Qianmeizi, who was standing next to her, disagreed.
Her beautiful, large eyes instantly filled with vigilance and hostility.
She realized that this man who had suddenly appeared was there to take her brother away!
Although she often bullies her younger brother.
But she didn't have that awareness.
All she knew was that her younger brother was hers, and no one could take him away from her!
"don't want!"
She opened her arms and shielded Chen Lang behind her.
"My brother is mine! I won't give him to you!"
She started crying, throwing a tantrum, and acting spoiled.
She used all the skills she had rarely used in the past two years.
But this time, the arm can't twist the thigh.
Liu Xiaoli coaxed and lied to her, repeatedly assuring her that they could play together again once she returned from kindergarten.
She was sobbing and looking back every few steps as Liu Xiaoli led her to the kindergarten.
Before leaving, she glared fiercely at Shen Jingfang.
Liu Qianmeizi was taken away by Liu Xiaoli.
Only Chen Lang and his son Shen Jingfang remained in the hallway.
An awkward silence fell over the room once again.
Shen Jingfang looked at the little son in front of her, who looked just like his deceased wife, yet also bore her own features, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
There was guilt, joy, unfamiliarity, and a slight sense of unease, not knowing what to do.
He reached out and paused in mid-air, as if he wanted to touch his son's head, but was afraid of startling him.
In the end, he simply extended his hand to Chen Lang.
"Come on, Langlang."
His voice carried a hint of caution and ingratiation.
"Daddy...I'm taking you home."
Chen Lang looked at that hand.
There are several deep scars on his palms, as well as a thick layer of calluses.
The calluses on the index finger are especially noticeable.
This is a hand that has witnessed many stories.
He was silent for a moment.
In the end, she placed her little hand on it.
The man's hands were large, warm, and rough.
It tightly enveloped him.
At that moment, Chen Lang felt an indescribable feeling.
Shen Jingfang pulled Chen Lang along and walked back to her home.
It's right next to Liu Xiaoli's house.
The house had been uninhabited for a long time. Although Liu Xiaoli would occasionally come over to clean it when she had free time, it still lacked human warmth and seemed rather deserted.
He walked straight to a cabinet in the living room and took down a picture frame from it.
It's a photo of my mother, Chen Qin, smiling gently and serenely.