northernbook Chapter 249 My Sun Has Always Been There
Chapter 249 My Sun Has Always Been There
The night is as dark as ink in China, while the sun rises abroad.
At this moment, the song began.
Those thin, transoceanic fiber optic cables seem to have become the emotional arteries connecting Chinese people all over the world.
Connect them together!
London, USA, on the banks of the Thames.
One day this song will grow old, like the buds on an old tree~
A foggy London street, next to an ancient oak tree that is over a hundred years old.
Grandpa Hong, an overseas Chinese man in his eighties, was walking slowly with a cane.
Jiang Baizhi's ethereal and affectionate voice was coming from his radio.
Upon hearing this phrase, Grandpa Lin stopped in his tracks, and with trembling hands, reached out to stroke the rough bark of the oak tree.
He recalled the scene fifty years ago when he left the old locust tree in his hometown.
Back then, he was also a tender "sprout," full of dreams as he ventured into the world.
"We're getting old... This song will get old, people will get old, and trees will wither."
As Grandpa Hong gazed at the gentle breeze wafting across the Thames, a single, cloudy tear slid down his cheek.
"But as long as the tree is still here, its roots are still here."
"That feeling, etched into your very bones, will sprout new buds in your memory."
"Life goes on and on, and it will last forever."
Grandpa Hong looked up, and the London sun pierced through the clouds, shining on his gray hair.
But at this moment, he felt the sunshine of his hometown.
Rustic, warm, and comfortable.
.......
Taiwan Province, China, on the cross-sea bridge.
But I will still sing it again and again, it's like my life~
At 10 a.m., thick fog blanketed the highway bridge.
Long-distance driver Liu gulped down a mouthful of strong tea, forcing himself to stay awake despite his exhaustion.
From the driver's cab, Jiang Baizhi's voice, "Like my life," was like a powerful stimulant, instantly piercing through his drowsiness.
Da Liu subconsciously touched the five-star red flag ornament hanging on the roof of the car.
Along the way, he traveled thousands of miles across the country, witnessed desert storms and the lights of prosperous times, and traveled back and forth between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.
"My daughter sang it right, this is our fate."
With red eyes, Da Liu shouted along with the melody.
On this cross-sea bridge connecting the two sides, this massive steel behemoth, carrying the most heartfelt melody, is rushing toward the lights ahead.
.......
The land of bread, Paris, on the banks of the Seine.
Some people will slowly disappear, and some feelings will gradually break down.
On a bustling street in Paris, a Chinese girl carrying a drawing board has been wandering here for five years.
She had just received a letter rejecting her work and had just experienced a failed cross-cultural romance.
In this romantic yet cold atmosphere, she felt that all her hopes were about to vanish into dust.
Until she passed by a Chinese supermarket, and the melody came from the loudspeaker at the entrance.
That feeling of longing instantly brought tears to her eyes.
"It's broken... then let's put it back together."
"I want to show China and my family how hard I've worked!"
The girl bit her lip tightly and squatted by the roadside, wailing loudly amidst the noise of the foreigners.
.......
In southeastern Guizhou, a remote mountain village.
But you will always be in my heart, like an incomparable sun.
In an old house deep in the mountains of southeastern Guizhou, the only light comes from an old 14-inch color TV.
The blind old woman was holding her grandson, listening quietly.
Although she couldn't see, she heard Jiang Baizhi's soul-shaking cry.
The old lady slowly raised her head, and her cloudy eyes seemed to reflect a sky full of golden light.
She thought of the National Day gift that the village officials had given her yesterday.
Rice, flour, cooking oil, and two hundred yuan left.
"Grandma, what are you looking at?" the grandson asked.
"I'm looking at the sun."
The grandmother stroked her grandson's head, a kind smile on her lips.
"My sun is always there, warming people's hearts."
On television.
Jiang Baizhi pressed down hard on the last piano key.
She stood there, as if she had truly become that sun, shining into the morning mist of New York, into the darkness of the mountains, and into the dreams of every swallow.
.......
Kyoto TV, the data monitoring backend for The Voice of China.
"3.4%!!"
"It's up to 3.5%! Wow!"
"......"
Wang Dazhong ignored their cheers.
He looked at the screen, at the girl who appeared almost ethereal and transparent under the spotlight.
Watching her fingertips dance across the black and white keys, feeling the bittersweet emotion welling up from the depths of his soul, made him completely forget about the terrifyingly high viewership rating that had already surged to 3.5%.
Even though he recorded and edited it himself, he checked every second of the audio track details countless times.
But when that moment truly arrives, when the music approaches its climax...
Wang Dazhong discovered that there are some things that you can't become immune to no matter how many times you hear them.
"I love you—China! My dear mother!"
Wang Dazhong's somewhat hoarse voice trembled slightly as it rang out in the backstage room.
At this moment, he was no longer the director who calculated ratings.
Instead, it was simply a child, touched by the song, gently singing along to the melody:
"I shed tears for you... and I'm proud of you..."
At the same time, the barrage comments in the online live stream room were uniformly transformed into a sea of red.
I love you, China, my beloved mother!
I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you!
I love you, China, my dear mother!
I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you!
The lyrics, written in a uniform style, flooded the screen, forming an insurmountable red wall.
On the screen, the piano keys seemed to be vibrating under overload.
Jiang Baizhi tilted her head slightly, revealing her swan-like, graceful neck.
"I hope you'll remember me, your wandering child."
"I miss you no matter when or where!"
The voice was no longer affectionate, but rather a resolute declaration.
"I hope you know what you mean to me."
"No matter when or where, you are like my life!"
The word "life" struck like two heavy hammer blows, slamming into the very souls of everyone in the tea restaurant!
Yang Yang clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.
These two words shattered all his pretense.
The loneliness of being neglected in the laboratory, the anger of being discriminated against on the street, the bewilderment in the midnight dreams of a foreign land.
At this moment, all the grievances turned into a roar that desperately needed to burst out of my chest!
Not only him, but all the elderly overseas Chinese in the tea restaurant were in dire need of an outlet for their frustrations!
Let out your emotions!
The next second, the melody burst forth!
"I love you—China! My beloved mother!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm proud of you!"
boom--!
It was like a nuclear bomb exploding on flat ground!
In the tea restaurant, Old Chen burst into tears, his tears flowing freely.
"Mother... my mother, I weep for you, and I am proud of you!"
Old Chen murmured.
This empathy that transcended thousands of miles made him feel something for the first time.
It turns out there really is a voice in this world that can pull a soul adrift on the other side of the ocean back to that red land!