Chapter Ten: Some Songs Are Only Sung for Oneself
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Tang Menglong widened his eyes and looked at Zheng Xiujing with a surprised expression, asking: "Is it necessary to be so vicious? And isn't Korea supposed to emphasize respect for elders, shouldn't you not say such things to me?"
"Uncle, aren't you from the US? You don't seem to care about this either. As it happens, I'm also from the US, so let's communicate in an American style!"
"What about you?" Tang Menglong looked at this side of the attack ineffective, and then shifted his gaze to Cui Xueli's body, who knew that Cui Xueli was even more desperate.
"Xiu Jing's opinion is my opinion, Xiu Jing's curse is my curse!" Cui Xue Li said softly, but her words made people feel quite helpless. It was hard to tell that this cute little loli had a dark side.
Tang Menglong sincerely admired these two little girls, who were indeed clever and resourceful. As for singing songs, Tang Menglong certainly couldn't become a trainee, but he had actually practiced quite a bit.
As an orphan who grew up in a welfare institution in the United States, Tong Menglong's welfare institution was next to a church, and their director happened to be a nun.
Although he didn't systematically learn any high-difficulty singing techniques, he did pick up some basics and learned countless gospel songs from a young age. Gradually, he also developed some skills, and later on, he even played in an underground band for a while, so singing wasn't really a difficult task for him.
As for his singing skills, Tang Menglong doesn't have much of an opinion, but he has a relatively wide vocal range and a pretty good tone. However, he has one very obvious characteristic: when he sings with passion, or sings songs that he likes, his voice becomes incredibly powerful, like a god's.
When the opposite emotions are not high, or when singing songs that one is not interested in, it's no different from shit.
To put it simply, Tang Menglong's biggest characteristic is that at certain times he can sing with emotion and has a good voice. Although his skills are not top-notch, he is very easy to move others.
But emotions and feelings aren't something you have every day.
"Can I rap?" Tang Menglong looked at Zheng Xiujing's expectant eyes and asked after some thought.
"OK!" Zheng Xiujing nodded, a smile spreading across her face. She leaned in close to Xue Li, looking at Tang Menglong with some expectation.
It's just like crap.
Jung Ji-hyun and Choi Seol-ri stared at him with their eyes wide open, their faces full of black lines.
After a while, Zheng Xiujing finally spoke up: "Uncle!! Are you really prepared to spend the rest of your life alone?"
Tang Menglong smiled and shook his head: "Such a sentimental hiphop, it's a pity you don't appreciate it!"
"Whoosh!!!!!!"
Just as Zheng Xiujing and the other were about to refute, a sudden sound of rain came from outside the house.
Tang Menglong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked out the window.
It's raining again.
"Let's go! It's almost time and it's raining now!" Tang Menglong suddenly became serious and said.
Jung and Zheng looked at him strangely for a moment, but now they also wanted to go home because of this sudden rain.
The three of them stood up and left the private room.
Jung Ji-hyun and Choi Seol-ri stood at the entrance of the barbecue restaurant, waiting for Tang Menglong to pay the bill.
Choi Seol-hee suddenly leaned her small head close to Joo-jung and whispered, "Joo-jung, don't you think that uncle's mood has dropped a lot?"
Zheng Xiujing turned around and looked at Tang Menglong, who was settling the bill, nodded and said with some curiosity: "It seems that earlier when it rained, uncle changed!"
"Let's go!"
Tang Menglong walked over, holding two umbrellas that the boss had given him. For a "big client" like Tang Menglong, they naturally had to be more generous.
Jung Ji-hyun and Tae Oh left the barbecue shop with an umbrella.
Tang Menglong stopped a taxi by the roadside and turned to say to the two of them, "Get in! Go back earlier, don't let your family worry!"
Zheng Xiujing also didn't have any ideas to counter Tang Menglong's words at this moment, and could only weakly say: "Uncle, we don't have money!"
Tang Menglong smiled and took out 100,000 yuan from his bag and put it in Zheng Xiujing's hand, then walked towards the other side of the street.
"Uncle, where are you going?" Cui Xueli called out, looking at Zheng Xiujing who was still in a daze.
Tang Menglong turned around and smiled at them, "Go home early, next time I'll invite you to eat Korean beef again, but remember to call me Oppa when we meet again! Bye!"
"Uncle, you seem a bit sad!" Zheng Xiujing suddenly lifted her head and said somewhat strangely.
The two of them watched as Tang Meng Long walked away, and for some reason, the excitement and joy in their hearts dissipated a lot.
Looking at the 100,000 won in her hand, Jung Soo-jung suddenly thought that this uncle was quite all right.
"Hurry up, little sisters! The rain is getting heavier, I'll send you back home and I'm almost off work too!" The driver uncle looked at the two little girls still standing outside the car and turned his head to shout.
"Sorry! We're getting on the bus right away!"
The two of them got into a taxi and slowly drove away from here. However, at this moment, both of them were facing the back of that uncle who was leaving, and it was really a bit sad.
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In the rainy season, it's when I miss my hometown the most. Although I don't know about others, but Tang Menglong is like this, he always thinks 'I wonder if this rain has fallen on my hometown or not.'
As night falls, Seoul's evening should be colorful, but walking in Han River Citizen's Park is different. It's very quiet here, perhaps because of the heavy rain, not even half a person can be seen.
Walking along the small road by the river with an umbrella, Tang Menglong looked at the dimly lit opposite bank and then glanced at the neon-lit Hanjiang Bridge not far away, his heart growing even more melancholy.
Tang Menglong knew that this was due to a common psychological disorder, which would produce melancholy, sorrow, fear or other emotions under certain specific circumstances.
Tang Menglong just happens to be in the rainy season, and he will produce a very strong homesickness, and his emotions become much more depressed.
"Ah!"
He stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and looked up at the rain falling from the sky, feeling a little melancholy and heartbroken.
Home, everyone's spiritual haven.
If it were reborn, Tang Menglong would have parents who are a little better off, but he is an orphan and was born in the United States. Although the United States does not have racial discrimination on the surface, in reality, except for the time spent in the welfare institution, Tang Menglong also suffered many unfair treatments. At that time, he was still very young, and whenever he felt wronged or treated unfairly, Tang Menglong would miss his hometown and his parents.
Although I have grown up now, this feeling has not disappeared, but instead has become more intense.
Perhaps it's because he didn't have a spiritual haven, Tang Menglong always felt empty in his heart. Although his hometown was right in front of him, there was no family of his own there, and this feeling was unbearable.
Looking at the rippling waves of the Han River, Tang Menglong thought of those two girls.
"What's a dream? What is my dream?" Tang Menglong muttered to himself.
Looking at the scenery in front of him, Tang Menglong suddenly felt like singing. He thought of Sister Amy from the orphanage, who always said he had a talent for singing. A faint smile appeared on Tang Menglong's lips, but he didn't become the singer that Sister Amy had hoped for. He liked to sing freely and unrestrainedly, but he didn't like becoming a professional singer.
Sometimes songs are not necessarily sung for others to hear, but can also be sung just for oneself.
Tang Menglong thought of his favorite gospel song and softly sang it with an open mouth.
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Grateful for life, grateful for truth, grateful for this road
