Chapter 194 White Dove
Leader: "I also have a job on hand, you can't say much, if you work a small shift at night, you have to—"
Guo Yun took a deep breath, "I'm asking for leave."
"What's wrong with asking for leave, you didn't arrange your work well before asking for leave, who are you to blame!"
He asked Guo Yun to give him the plan.
Guo Yun: "No."
"What did you say?!"
Guo Yun: "I said my mother is sick, I said I asked for leave, I said you do it yourself, do it yourself! Fuck!"
He hung up the phone.
This was the first time he lost his temper, but after losing his temper, he didn't feel any comfort or joy, nor did he feel anxious about offending the leader.
He carried a plastic bag into the hospital.
His mother sat on a chair outside the doctor's office, her stature became shorter, and she was no longer the mother who chased him three blocks with a broom. She stared blankly at a place, and when he walked over, she saw him, and then she came back to her senses, and her eyes became colored.
He took out the water from the plastic bag and asked her mother to drink some water.
They are waiting for the test results.
My mother said that there are too many people in big cities, so I have to wait from morning to afternoon to get the inspection report.
He smiled dryly.
He didn't sit down, but stood against the wall.
Before the examination, he felt that every second of waiting before the examination was a torment, and he wished to do the examination as soon as possible, and the results came out as soon as possible, so he hurriedly told his mother that there was no problem, and he quickly put his heart in his stomach.
Available now.
He was afraid of the result.
Time passed by every minute.
He felt a little depressed.
The person next to him was watching the live broadcast with his mobile phone. The live broadcast of "Song of the Walker" was broadcasting the scene of the band preparing. Guo Yun sounded very noisy, but he didn't speak. In this environment, who doesn't want to find something to invest in? Among them, distraction does.
His mother also noticed it, looked back at him, thought it over and said, "Your fourth aunt said that Zhang Li will get married next month."
"oh."
Guo Yun responded.
His mother also said: "You have to figure out your own affairs, in the future I-"
"Mom, I'm going out for a cigarette."
Guo Yun interrupted him.
Mommy said, "Smooth less."
Guo Yun smiled, walked to the parking lot outside, lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and let the smoke ring slowly dissipate in the air.
He thought, it would be nice if there were gods in the sky, or maybe there were gods already.
yes.
This world is so wonderful, what if there are gods.
He flicked the ash, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and put it on the side of the flower bed, and gave it to the wind.
"Gods above, keep my mother safe. Really, please, if she is really okay, I will worship at every temple in the future."
He let the wind bring his prayers to the gods.
He again felt that this was a self-deception.
In the middle of the wind, when he smoked one, his cell phone rang, and the friend on the other end of the phone asked: "Zhang Li is getting married next month, are you going?"
Guo Yun smoked the **** of his cigarette, "We'll talk about it later!"
He stubbed out the cigarette butt, got up and walked to the hospital, his annoyance didn't go away with the wind, but more.
In the live broadcast room of "Song of the Traveler", the camera was aimed at the band.
The band prepared on the roof, An Yuan in the band, the newly joined Gouzi and others looked back at a person, and a thin man came out from behind them and slowly stood in front of the microphone.
He is half a hundred years old, and his hair is much grayer.
"Old Qiu!"
Shitou, who was discussing the drama "Birdman" with his friends in the small theater, was taking the time to watch the live broadcast.
When he saw this person coming out, he couldn't help but let out a cry.
The director is thin and thin, and it can be seen at a glance that he is suffering from illness.
Boss Li invited him out for this song.
Director turned his head and gestured to the band.
The band enters the music.
At the same time, song information appears on the screen in the live room.
"White Dove"
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist: Anonymous
Arranger: Li Yu.
Shitou and his rock players gathered together to listen together. When the drum kit was added, they looked at each other and felt that this song was there. It came up all at once.
However, when the Director spoke, he had not yet entered the state.
He stopped.
An Yuan and the others also stopped, and when the director signaled to start again, the music started again from the beginning.
This time, the director successfully connected.
"Front, no direction; body, no clothes; blood, oozing wings..."
The camera moves from a very low position, zooming in on the sky behind the director, as if the director is approaching the sky high, his thin figure and graying hair, like a pigeon, flying, enduring the injury, Fleeing death this hunter's gun...
"Dear mother, dear friend, I will be firm and live well..." The director sang very emotionally, without singing loudly or with special force, but it made people feel the power of incomparably firm and upward, live broadcast For a while, the audience thought of his experience of resisting the disease, and they were immediately infected.
"Even with eternal wounds, at least I still have freedom..."
After Guo Yun returned to the hospital, listening to the singing from his brother's cell phone, he felt a surge of courage, which made him less nervous and apprehensive. He stood in front of the machine, scanned the code, and waited for the machine to print the test results.
He glanced back at his mother, she stood there, her eyes flicked to the live broadcast room, trying to distract herself, but she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
The machine spits out the inspection report.
Although Guo Yun is not a doctor, there are test results on it, so he glanced at it.
Then-
The whole person is overjoyed!
It was as if someone pulled him out of the water in an instant, and all the pressure on his shoulders suddenly emptied.
He looked back at his mother, waved the report card, and wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say for a while.
"Woooooooh—"
The singing voice in the live broadcast room of "Song of the Traveler" played by the people next to it became very pleasant, making people want to fly in the singing voice of hope.
Guo Yun and his mother did not leave, but listened quietly.
But this seems to be the end of the song.
While Guo Yun was regretting, he suddenly found that the instrument did not stop, but weakened, and then—
The drumbeat sounded.
The camera pans across the screen, Li Qingning appears in the camera, and she sprinkles a string of musical notes on the piano—
The ending piano solo that injects soul into this song sounds!
In an instant, Guo Yun seemed to be flying in the air with a group of white pigeons.
At that moment, all the upward strength, all the running, all the fearlessness in the difficult situation, all the unyielding cries that were not strong enough, loud enough, or vented enough in this song, all became courageously moving forward in this ending , free-flying pigeons.
Shitou and the others who were watching the live broadcast couldn't help standing up.
Many people who are immersed in it feel that their souls have been taken away after hearing this magical ending.
The camera revolves around Li Qingning.
The sun fell on Li Qingning's shoulders, casting a string of light and shadow on the piano. Her long ponytail, clean face, simple chain earrings, fair neck, tall and straight figure, and handsome white shirt all have luster at this moment. Surrounded by the notes of the piano flying upward like a dove, she became not only beautiful, but also extremely handsome.
"Grass!"
Jiang Yang, who was watching, stood up, "This is my wife, my wife!"
He proudly announced to the whole crew.
Then, he told Zhou Hao to get off work early, what to shoot, what's good to shoot, and quickly drove him to the building, because he was afraid of heights, he wanted to fly!
The title of the song is "White Pigeon", Wu Bai, and the piano in the back sounds nice.
I will make up for the two shifts owed.
At present, I have added a thousand words, o(╥﹏╥)o, I stayed up all night, but I probably won’t be able to post it.
(end of this chapter)