Chapter 519： Tear-jerking song

Chapter 519 Tear-Jerking Song

Chapter 528528 Tear-jerking song

As the guitar sounded, the soft and soft girl's voice flowed out with pure emotion. She strummed the guitar and sang affectionately.

"They all say that raising children is to prevent old age, but you always say that you are living a good life... If we don't grow up, you won't grow old... If we continue to act like a baby, you can still lift me up high... I will definitely be obedient in my next life and won’t let you have to worry about me anymore.”

Down below, many aunts and uncles secretly wiped away tears while listening to the song above to see how well they sang and how much their parents’ voices were expressed in the songs.

When the children grew up, either studying or getting married, they gradually left their sight. The children would go home occasionally, and I and my wife had told them very well not to worry about it.

“Okay, it’s really great. If my children can be so sensible, I will die without regrets.” An aunt held a handkerchief and tried to cry.

“It sounds so good. I shed tears when I listened to it. I have been thinking about what our eldest grandson looked like when he was a child. Now I want to hug him and find that he has grown so tall.”

The older one is moved, and the younger one is equally moved. When they grow up, when they look back, they realize that they still owe their parents a lifetime.

The girl's voice full of emotion continued.

The guitar boy burst into tears listening to the singing.

Just last night, he had a big quarrel with his mother over some security issues. He ran away from home with his beloved guitar and stayed overnight nearby. He heard that there would be some convenient things to buy here soon, so he planned to use his pocket. The only dollar I had left was to buy some bread.

Now when I hear this song, I realize how unreasonable I was last night, and I burst into tears just thinking about it.

As soon as the morning newspapers came out, reporters from various tabloids were also eager to pay attention to this supermarket boss from a small county town, and then dig out some personal details to report on it.

When they drove, carried a camera, or appeared at the supermarket door with a microphone, they saw a scene like this. A young and beautiful girl holding a guitar was singing a song that they were not familiar with, but they heard it. There is an impulsive song that makes people cry.

They listened to this song and forgot the purpose of coming here. They only felt that their noses were sore. As they were running away from home, they only had one thought in their hearts: they missed their mother and home.

“Quickly, record this song, it’s so nice.” The reporter with a keen sense of smell immediately ordered his companions on the side.

“This girl has the potential to be a singer. If she wants to become a singer, she needs some help.” Someone else said.

“I’ll talk to her later and see if I can sign her over.”

The song has a desolate beauty that makes people feel sore in the nose inexplicably and moves them to tears.

Perhaps this is the greatest realm of singing, allowing the voice to be immersed in the scene.

As the last note fell, Jin Yao stood up and bowed to the audience below: "The supermarket opened today, and when I saw so many aunts and uncles coming to visit, I somehow thought of my adoptive parents who lived far away in the small county. , it was them who raised me up with painstaking efforts. Without them, I would not be where I am today. At the same time, I would also like to thank my biological parents, who gave me life. "

“Today’s song, I want to sing it to my parents, and I also want to sing it to the folks here. Life is short, and time is short. I hope everyone can cherish the loved ones around them.”

"Girl, you sing so well. You must have a good heart to be able to sing such an emotional song." The old man just now said loudly with moisture in his eyes.

"Yes, girl, can you sing this song again? I want to hear it again." An aunt begged.

"Yes, girl, you can sing it again." Jin Yao watched the guests coming back intermittently. She held the microphone and nodded gently, while strumming the strings and trying it again.

When the reporters came over just now, they only heard it once. They didn’t expect to hear the full version this time. They hurriedly started recording and were preparing to find a suitable time to broadcast it.

After Jin Yao finished singing twice, the color TV buzzed a few times, and the screen changed directly to the inside of the supermarket.

I saw a well-dressed girl holding a bracelet in her hand and throwing it towards the ground. There was a clang and fragments flew everywhere.

Everyone was a little moved when suddenly seeing such a scene, they were all a little surprised.

When they saw the scene of squatting down to pick up debris, everyone remembered, isn’t this scene the same photo that was just posted in the newspaper? It's just that the angle is different. In that picture, you could only see the back, but in the current picture, you can see the person's expression.

When everyone saw this picture and thought of the newspaper just now, they finally felt that something was wrong.

Jin Yao's scene suddenly stopped, stopping where the girl was picking up pieces: "Everyone must be surprised why you can see the inside of our supermarket, right? To tell you the truth, in addition to running a supermarket, I also opened a business with several partners. A technology company, this monitoring system is a newly developed product. As soon as it was installed and ready for debugging, someone came to our supermarket to perform and recorded it. The picture looks good now. "

Jin Yao didn't say anything about the morning newspaper, as if she didn't know anything about it. She looked at the time, and it happened to be 8:08. Her expression suddenly became excited: "Now I announce that the supermarket is officially open."

The sound of firecrackers.

The door of the supermarket opened, and the crowd seemed to have just reacted and surged towards the entrance.

Manager Geng looked at the sudden increase in passenger flow and quickly took the loudspeaker from Qi Zhongguang: "Don't rush, everyone. There are a lot of discounted products today, and they are all available. Don't rush, everyone."

Jin Yao didn’t mention the newspaper, and the guests certainly didn’t mention it again.

They have one thing in mind: if a girl is beautiful and sings such a nice song, how can her character be so bad?

Besides, they just watched it on TV. It was someone who came to cause trouble first. To put it bluntly, the newspaper incident may have been caused by someone who was jealous of the opening of her supermarket.

Jin Yao stood on the lottery platform, looking at the flow of customers coming in, with a slight upward smile at the corner of her mouth.

“Sister.” The little boy stepped forward shyly: “Did you write the song you just made yourself? It’s so deeply emotional and sounds so good.” It’s so touching.

Jin Yao shook his head: "I didn't write it. Thank you for the guitar." Jin Yao returned the guitar to the other party.

“You play the guitar well, sister, are you really the owner of this supermarket? You look so young.” The little boy was still hesitant.

“I am just one of the partners. In fact, our supermarket has multiple partners.” Jin Yao looked at the other party with a smile.

“That’s it, it’s still very good.” The little boy carried the guitar and headed towards the entrance: “Goodbye, sister.”

He decided to go home after breakfast and apologize to his mother.

(End of this chapter)