stjorthotic Chapter 250 The Zhang Family!
Chapter 250 The Zhang Family!
"I love you—China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
When the melody started for the second time, Old Chen couldn't hold back any longer.
He suddenly stood up, pushed aside his chair, and yelled at the top of his lungs at the screen:
"I love you—China, my dear mother!!"
Yang Yang and Xiao Yuan, who were standing to the side, reacted, their faces turning red, veins bulging on their foreheads, and they roared wildly:
"I shed tears for you! And I'm so proud of you!!"
The three of them came out together.
The once quiet tea restaurant instantly erupted in chaos!
Those elderly overseas Chinese who usually wouldn't even dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing their neighbors actually stood up in unison.
They had no director, no rehearsal.
But with those voices, aged yet extremely firm, tinged with various dialect accents, they gathered into a torrent powerful enough to lift rooftops!
Louder! Louder!
The elderly overseas Chinese slammed their fists on the table and roared, as if they wanted to vent all the pent-up frustrations of their lives.
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
.......
A large, old residential compound in Shanghai.
It's 10 p.m.
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
A middle-aged man wearing a tank top suddenly pushed open the aluminum alloy window, holding a fan in his hand.
"Who's singing? It's making my heart tremble!"
He originally wanted to see which family was disturbing the peace by staying up late at night, but the moment he opened the window, he heard the words "I'm crying for you" coming from his neighbor's house.
The man was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, the same sound came from the television downstairs.
"I shed tears for you—and I'm proud of you!!"
I don't know which floor's young people started it, but they all yelled at the night sky outside the window.
Immediately afterwards, it was as if they had received some kind of rallying cry.
One lamp, two lamps, ten lamps... a hundred lamps!
As if illuminated by some divine miracle, the windows of those dark residential buildings lit up in unison.
The retired teacher on the second floor opened the window.
The delivery guy on the fifth floor, who had just finished working overtime, stopped his electric scooter.
The arguing young couple on the seventh floor stopped talking and stood side by side on the balcony.
The entire building, and even the entire residential compound, came together in a chorus that seemed to pierce the clouds when the song began for the third time!
"I love you—China!!!"
The sound echoed through the gaps between the residential buildings, carrying a passionate yet profound vitality.
"My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
.......
Times Square.
The midday sun blazed fiercely across the intersection.
A young Chinese deliveryman, riding an electric scooter with a huge delivery box on the back, was waiting at a traffic light, sweating profusely.
His phone was hanging on the handlebars, playing an overseas live stream of "The Voice of China".
When the powerful chorus of the third verse exploded through the streets.
The delivery driver's previously numb eyes were instantly illuminated by an extremely intense light.
He abruptly stopped the car, and facing the towering skyscrapers, let out the loudest roar he had heard in his four years in the United States:
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you!! And I'm so proud of you!!"
The white people around them, the Wall Street elites in suits, all stopped in their tracks at that moment.
Some clutched their bags in alarm, while others took off their sunglasses in confusion.
What is he doing?
The singing coming from the live stream and the shouts of the delivery guy were like a primal, wild hurricane, blowing directly into the ears of every Chinese person on the streets of Times Square.
At first, they didn't know why the delivery guy suddenly shouted.
Until I heard a passionate song coming from my phone.
This song... evokes such a strong sense of longing.
Sudden.
One of the Chinese people started singing along with the delivery guy.
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
Followed by.
Two people, three people, and more and more people joined in singing.
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
Foreigners who couldn't understand Chinese were stunned.
What are these Chinese people doing? Why are they suddenly singing?
Countless white and black people who were originally passing by stopped in their tracks.
They curiously gathered around, looking at this group of usually docile and reserved Easterners, wondering why they were so in sync.
Just then, a photographer who was taking pictures of someone nearby instinctively raised his lens.
They aimed at the group of people singing.
In particular, the focus was on the deliveryman standing by the roadside, his face streaked with tears but his back ramrod straight.
"My God, what is that melody? It feels like a sleeping lion is awakening!"
.......
The Su family.
Mr. Su suddenly sprang up from the sofa, his face flushed, and roared hoarsely at the giant 100-inch screen television:
"I love you—China!!"
Su Ze, standing next to him, was crying so hard he was like a leaky bellows, wiping his snot and shouting along with his father.
The three older sisters, disregarding their composure, stood in a row with tears streaming down their faces, their singing filled with a determination they had never shown before.
"My beloved mother!!"
The Gu family.
Wearing a military overcoat, Old Man Gu jumped directly onto the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), making the mat under his feet creak.
He roared while crying, his voice as deep and heavy as an old eagle in the forest.
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
"Awooo—!!!"
The big yellow dog beside it also sensed this pride in its bloodline. It stood up on its own two feet and let out a tiger's roar that shook the entire forest.
Lin.
The tablets in Lin's parents' hands had long since gone black, and their teammates were frantically sending "report AFK" messages.
But these two stood tall in the living room, their backs straight, repeating it over and over again:
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
In a dim sum restaurant in New York's Chinatown, people put down their bowls and plates and stood in a row;
At the foot of London's Big Ben, Chinese tourists passing by stopped and, amidst the horrified gazes of foreigners, cried out in unison, tears streaming down their faces.
On the streets of Sichuan and Chongqing at night, the owners of the late-night food stalls stop cooking and roar along with the television under the streetlights;
In the wooden houses in the mountains, on the cross-sea bridge, in the residential buildings...
Thousands upon thousands of voices.
It transcends a fourteen-hour time difference, the barriers of latitude and longitude, and the torrent of age.
At this moment, let us sing in unison:
"I love you, China!! My beloved mother!!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm so proud of you!!"
Gradually.
The singing has stopped.
The lingering sound of the piano had faded away.
But Chinese people all over the world seem to be caught in a fanatical obsession.
In this song, every homeless child returned home.
The National Day bells seemed to ring in the hearts of Chinese people all over the world.
At this moment, the hearts of Chinese people all over the world are closely linked together.
They stood in the darkness, in the sunlight, spontaneously continuing to sing the chorus over and over again.
"I love you, China!! My dear mother!!"
"I shed tears for you!! And I'm so proud of you!!"