"Dad, you are back!"

The children handed over the cotton robe and asked, "Dad, whose cotton robe is this?"

"Who can wear such a small cotton robe?"

"It's so broken, why do you still keep it?"

While the children were chattering away, the man in official uniform kept looking down at the cotton robe, lost in thought for a long time, and even his pupils were trembling slightly.

"Dad! Daddy!" the children shouted loudly.

It took him a while before he came back to his senses.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" the children asked.

The man in official uniform held an old cotton-padded jacket in both hands, squatted down, looked at the children, and said, "Before dinner, let me tell you a story."

The scene changed and it was a winter many years ago.

Several children were singing nursery rhymes they made up and laughing at another child.

They sang: "Little scholar, with a rag-headed head, doesn't go out in the winter. He drinks your mother's porridge, wears your father's robe, and has a runny nose all day long."

The child in shabby clothes was bullied and laughed at by the other children. He was pushed to the ground with tears streaming down his face.

After returning home, the first thing his mother did was warm his hands.

While rubbing it for him, I breathed hot air on his hands.

The mother started cooking, and the child took out the book.

But after a while, a little mouse came out of the torn patch on his clothes. My sister suddenly came out and whispered that the mouse was raised by her, and it was called Xiaogaoduan.

The little girl is very cute. She raised mice because her brother told her a story about a little mouse recommending papers to the examiner. Tomorrow happens to be the first time that her brother will take the boy's exam, so it's a good omen.

The family can be said to be enjoying themselves harmoniously.

At night, the mother stood by the bed and asked the boy to go to bed early because he would have an exam tomorrow.

The boy looked at the tattered clothes piled beside the bed, a little lost in thought.

He began to imagine the scene tomorrow. There must be many people around him wearing new clothes specially prepared by his parents. He also thought that someone would laugh at him: "How unbecoming it is to dress like this for an exam!"

With this imagination in mind, the boy gradually fell asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was lying on the endless white cotton, which was particularly warm.

He also dreamed about the little mouse his sister raised. There was a big word "Ku" on the mouse.

Later in the dream, he saw what he had read in the book, as if swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and finally saw a huge loom formed by the stars.

"What a big loom!" the boy exclaimed.

At this time, he heard his mother's voice calling him to get up: "Sheng'er, Sheng'er, it's time to get up."

When he woke up, he saw a new dress.

"New clothes! Ah! Thank you, mother!" The boy looked up at his mother and saw that her eyes were slightly swollen, her eye circles were dark, and her face was haggard.

Her mother just looked at her and smiled softly.

He glanced at his mother's hand and saw scars on it.

Mother immediately hid her hands and hid them in her sleeves.

At this time, the boy already understood that he dreamed about the loom, maybe because his mother stayed up late to help him make new clothes, and he heard the sound, so he dreamed about it.

On the snow-covered morning, the boy said goodbye to his mother, put on a new cotton robe, and headed to the examination room.

The story ends here, and time returns to the timeline at the beginning of the story.

The children asked the man in official uniform if the boy had passed the exam.

The man smiled and said: "Later, this little boy wore a new cotton robe. Of course he was not afraid of the cold. Not only did he pass the boy's examination, he also passed the scholar examination, passed the Jinshi examination, and became an official in the capital."

Here, there are his harvests again and again, and there are also the goodbyes he said to his mother again and again before leaving for a long journey.

"Later, he got four little naughty guys like you." The man said, looking at the four children.

The story has been told and the family is going to have dinner.

However, the dining table was a little different this time.

"Wait a minute, mother eats first!"

"Eat mine first, mine is the best."

“My piece is delicious!”

My mother was confused: "What happened to these children today?"

The screen is now focused on the old cotton robe carefully placed by the man in official uniform.

In these scenes, singing has already echoed.

In the background music, there is singing - "Wandering Son's Song"!

"【Mother hands line, wandering clothing.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.】"

For Zhong Lin, who is well-informed, the content of this story is too simple.

But for some reason, she still felt a little moved when listening to the singing, listening to the poetry, and looking at the excellent painting style.

"Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return."

"This is also very well written."

She finished reading "Chinese Choir" in one sitting.

Such a work must of course be reviewed and approved!

……….

……….

""Chinese Choir" has passed the review." After receiving the news, Luo Mo said to Xu Chujing with a smile.

"Yeah, the efficiency is as high as ever." She glanced at Luo Mo with a playful look.

As Luo Mo's close friend, she even suspected that Luo Mo was not telling the truth. There was really someone in the review department!

"It's a pity that it still can't be broadcast before the first day of the Lunar New Year. It can only be broadcast during the Chinese New Year." Luo Mo said.

He still felt a little regretful about this.

"Okay, hurry up and change clothes." Xu Chujing urged.

The two of them are now leaving the airport together to fly to the capital to participate in the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala.

This year’s Spring Festival Gala director is named Zhang Wei, whom Luo Mo is not very familiar with.

But this person seemed to like Luo Mo's songs very much, and sincerely invited him to sing a new song on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

These days, anyone who directs the Spring Festival Gala will feel a lot of pressure and be prepared to be criticized by the entire Internet.

Luo Mo's new songs can always control the scene and are a rare weapon!

To this end, Zhang Wei also said that if there are any requests, just ask them, and if the entire team can cooperate, they will try their best to cooperate.

Luo Mo saw that he had already said this, so he only mentioned a little bit.

"Director Zhang, can this year's Spring Festival Gala end with "Unforgettable Tonight"?"

Zhang Wei was surprised when he heard this.

Although "Unforgettable Tonight" sung by Xu Chujing impressed him deeply and felt that it had a festive atmosphere, the Blue Star Spring Festival Gala did not have the tradition on earth of using "Unforgettable Tonight" as a fixed repertoire.

In fact, even on Earth, when "Unforgettable Tonight" first appeared, it was not directly set to be a song sung every year.

Therefore, Luo Mo's current thinking is very simple.

For every Spring Festival Gala director in the future, if you have any requirements for me, I can actually satisfy them.

If you want new Chinese-style songs, I will sing new Chinese-style songs.

If you want something more positive, I will be more positive.

If you want something of a eulogizing nature, I can do it too.

If it's not enough for me to sing new songs, I can also write new songs for Tong Shu and others!

——I am always available.

There is only one small request, and that is to arrange "Unforgettable Tonight" by my sister Jing!

As long as it is repeated enough, it will become a traditional repertoire over time!

Director Zhang Wei didn't understand what Luo Mo was thinking at first.
To be continued...