"I heard that you wrote, directed and acted in a stage play? What a good boy, you are worthy of me.
You have inherited all your advantages, you are good at literature and martial arts, and you are particularly artistic."
In the evening, Gu Yu was polishing the bGm for the stage play at home. Just as inspiration was pouring out, Gu Yaoxian called.
“The school art festival is a small spectacle, and it’s not like going to the National Center for the Performing Arts or Broadway.
Lao Gu, if you want to say how you can succeed in your career, you really have a lot of experience, and no one else has such shame.
I can excel in other aspects, but in this regard, I can't catch up with others. "Gu Yu said a little speechlessly,
"You're being humble. When I was seventeen, I wasn't as thick-skinned as you.
If I dared to talk to my father, your grandfather, like that at that time, my legs would be broken. "
Gu Yaoxian's son's education completely absorbed the Western model, and Gu Yu is also a father, a teacher and a friend, and they have children in the Gu family special edition.
"Why don't you call me a democratic person just to praise yourself?" Gu Yu asked with a smile.
"That's not entirely true. I made an agreement with Pan Zi to watch your show.
By the way, old Mike wants to go too. He has a lot of objections to me sending you back to China to go to school.
In the first month after you left, you arranged a vegetarian feast for me every day, and I ate carrots and broccoli for a month."
Gu Yaoxian on the other side of the phone was a little depressed. This matter was not just his idea.
Xue Fanyi and Gu Yu both decided this way, what can he do? He is not a feudal patriarch,
Speaking of old Mike, he is the butler of the Gu Yu family. Although he is a butler, he is more like a family member to Gu Yaoxian and Gu Yu.
This old white man of Scottish origin was friendly and kind, and kept his family in order. He also took care of Gu Yu when he grew up.
Gu Yaoxian is busy with his career, while Xue Fanyi is far away in China and is also a workaholic. It can be said that it was the butler Old Mike who accompanied Gu Yu in his childhood.
Old Mike was alone and regarded Gu Yu as his grandson. When Gu Yu was still in elementary school, he told Old Mike that he would support him in his old age in the future.
"Didn't I explain it to Grandpa Mike? I want to return to China to experience the college entrance examination." Gu Yu asked,
"But he doesn't believe it! He's very stubborn as he gets older." Gu Yao complained first, but he wasn't really angry.
Ever since he immigrated to the United States and bought a mansion in Los Angeles, Old Mike has been his butler and has slowly become his family.
His own food, clothing, daily life, and Gu Yu's growth, in Gu Yaoxian's heart, he was very grateful to Old Mike.
"That's good. Grandpa Mike hasn't been to China yet. This time he comes to experience the splendid Chinese culture and the rapid development of our country in recent years,"
Gu Yu planned to call Old Mike tomorrow and invite him to Shanhai.
"The most important thing is, let him see your normal life. He always feels that I am sending you back to you through hard work and remembering the hardships and remembering the sweets."
Gu Yao first chatted with Gu Yu and his son from home to abroad, and finally mentioned Xue Fanyi inadvertently before hanging up.
"Lao Gu, Director Xue will also be at the scene. Aren't you afraid of the embarrassment of the meeting? Aren't you afraid of her talking about you?" Gu Yu asked with interest,
"Am I afraid of her? Oh, Xiaoyu, am I afraid of her? I respect her and don't share her knowledge.
Besides, you are about to go to college, and we are getting older. Looking back at many things in the past, I feel relieved and have new perspectives. "
Gu Yao first denied it flatly, and his guilt was obvious, and then there was some reminiscence in his words,
"When my mother was chatting with me before, she gave you a rare compliment and said that you are much more stable than before." Gu Yu stopped clicking.
"Really? Hehe, then she has grown up. It's rare for her to say something fair.
Well, our family hasn't had a meal together for a long time. When you finish your performance, you can call your mother.
Okay, that's it. I'm going to have breakfast. I have an important meeting in the morning.
You go to bed early and don't stay up late. Do you have enough money? I’ll transfer another ten thousand dollars to you,”
Gu Yao first looked at him and talked about him, unable to hide his good mood, and then used money to attack, hitting Gu Yu with sugar-coated bullets, and then hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.
Gu Yu put the phone aside and leaned on the chair.
This old Gu is still embarrassed. It seems that his mother Xue Fanyi is probably Bai Yueguang to Gu Yaoxian.
We were separated due to various reasons. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older now, so I’ve opened my eyes to many things.
In Gu Yaoxian's heart, he has never really let go of Xue Fanyi, otherwise why not get a divorce?
That piece of paper not only carries the youth and love of two people, but also records too many memories, both good and bad.
Always remember, there will be reverberations,
It is said that children are the bridge between parents. Since they both still care about each other, Gu Yu also plans to connect them.
Wait, Director Xue doesn't seem to miss Lao Gu that much, right? The first thing she thinks about every day is work, and the second is Gu Yu.
Where can Lao Gu rank? How big is the location?
Gu Yu thought wildly for a while and decided to let nature take its course.
Sit up straight and continue writing lyrics and music,
"This wording is so well written!"
The next day, Gu Yu took the completed lyrics and music and handed them to Ling Xiangqian.
According to the pre-plan, she will play the piano,
Ling Xiangqian carefully analyzed word for word, and after finishing speaking and singing,
He raised his little face and looked straight at Gu Yu with a pair of big bright eyes, full of admiration and surprise.
"You have worked hard these days to practice harder. Let's work together to present wonderful programs to teachers and classmates,"
Gu Yu chuckled, calmly and calmly,
"You wrote the lyrics and music all by yourself these days?"
Ling Xiangqian confirmed again, the light radiating from her beautiful eyes made Gu Yu feel hot,
Girls of this age always fantasize about a talented man matching a beautiful woman, a princess matching a prince.
"There are many historical events in it. I just connected them together. It's nothing." Gu Yu waved his hand modestly.
"I will definitely practice hard and master the piano music!" Ling Xiangqian said firmly. She didn't want Gu Yu's hard work during this period to go to waste.
"By the way, one more thing. My parents will be in the audience during this performance..."
Ling Xiangqian couldn't hear Gu Yu's words clearly anymore.
As soon as I heard that Gu Yu's parents were there, my little head was in a state of confusion. I was so confused that I didn't know how to get back to the classroom. I didn't know when I got home from school.
Did Gu Yu tell his parents about me? Do you want to confirm the relationship? Are you going to meet your in-laws now? Will my uncle and aunt not like me?
With a bunch of little thoughts from her daughter's family, Ling Xiangqian sat in front of the piano. She finally suppressed all kinds of random thoughts, and began to familiarize herself with the piano music and started playing.
Gu Yu and Mi Qiao kept sorting out and rehearsing the entire stage play together.
Because many events were superimposed on each other, the stage was divided into several pieces.
The lighting and extinguishing of the lights need to be precise, and the students participating in the performance also have to change costumes and props.
Therefore, multiple rehearsals are required to strive for the most perfect stage effect.
Yu Zhouzhou is also familiar with the lines, and she takes on the important role of narrator.
With the joint efforts and expectations of the three classes, the performance time is getting closer and closer.
