"I looked at her like I looked at my daughter. This child is so cute, she is shy and is about to bloom. Tsk~ It's so good~"

Teacher Huang smacked his lips and sighed: "Life is so good, we must cherish life and love life."

"Drink a cup and respect life!" Teacher He raised his cup and smiled: "Teacher Huang can tell the truth about everything, and even if he sings a song, he can think of cherishing life."

"Respect life."

Teacher Huang held up the teacup and looked at everyone: "To be honest, I was not very enthusiastic when you came today, because I was not familiar with you, so there was no need to talk nonsense to people you didn't know. When I came back, I was not so enthusiastic when you greet me."

"I'm so tired of cooking. I'm so tired that I'm so annoyed by a group of people gathered in the kitchen. Of course you're all pretty good. After you went out, I was alone in the kitchen. Suddenly a familiar call came from the door. Who is there? When I saw Laolang coming, we both met for many years. Jiongjiong came in and he said I'm happy to see you! I said that's not? I feel comfortable when Laolang comes, because I'm familiar with him, so I'm willing to be with him."

Teacher Huang talked, and everyone listened quietly.

"Jing Jiong said, he thought Lao Lang must have a friend like you and me. I looked at Jiong Jiong, and I thought that I had too many things and too many work together in the past twenty years. At that moment, I wanted to hold Jiong Jiong in my arms, really."

Others may not feel anything about what Teacher Huang said, but Teacher He was deeply touched, his voice was a little choked, and he said emotionally: "The key point is that he was cooking in the kitchen in the afternoon."

"I'm so smoky~" Teacher Huang refused to admit that he was really moved, so he put on sunglasses to hide it!

Teacher He did not refute, and continued, "The smoke was so smoky that he cried, and then I dared not look at him."

Smoking a tissue at the table and wiping its moist eyes, Teacher Huang emphasized again: "Smoky."

"I dare not look at him, I dare not look at him." Teacher He picked up the teacup and covered it up: "I just said ~ I drank a cup of tea, and after I finished drinking it, I ran out."

"After all, it's time. Time will let you see everything clearly and prove everything." Teacher Huang said with sunglasses.

"So the time should be viewed at a longer distance."

Teacher He drank a cup of tea and stopped the topic and said, "Everyone talked about what he was doing when he was forty?"

"Then I'll talk first." Teacher Huang raised his hand.

"Hey~ Let's talk about the youngest ones first." Teacher Huang was rushing to fifty, why are you still forty? Teacher He quickly stopped it.

"I'm younger, I'll talk first."

"Hey~hey~ Sister said first, let me say first~" Teacher Huang, who was still deep just now, became naughty now, which diluted the emotion that Teacher He had just moved and made everyone smile.

"I think there should be a few dramas worth showing off!" Zhang Zifeng thought about it seriously and said.

"When I was forty years old? Where is I Peng Peng?"

"If "The Life of Longing for" was still there when I was forty, I hope I could still make a fire or something." Peng Peng was also infected by the atmosphere just now, and he was very serious when he said this.

"How many years did you go when you were forty?" Teacher Huang asked, holding a guitar and sunglasses, looking at Peng Peng.

"Twenty years later."

"Then I'm definitely gone!" Teacher Huang calculated and said.

"Why are you not here?" Teacher He didn't think about his age at all, so he asked this question.

"I have something wrong. Twenty years later, I am over 60 and almost 70 years old. I will still come here to work?"

"Is there any variety show that can make an elderly person who is nearly sixty years old work?" Teacher Huang's words not only made Teacher He laugh, but everyone laughed.

"It's okay. If you are still here, you and Teacher He will lie in the yard to help me and Peng Peng take care of the children, and I will cook and work."

Ye Mingxuan said very seriously, thinking about it, he and Peng Peng had their wives and children at that time, and if nothing unexpected happens, his sister should have formed her own family. If the guests are not coming to the Mushroom House, they will be a whole family.

"What did Xiaoxuan want to do when he was forty?"

"Cook for you, in the Mushroom House, I'm telling you seriously, as long as the show is still there and you are still there, I'll cook for you and make whatever you want."

"Don't listen to what he said is good. He means cooking for us only after he was forty. Now we are exhausted and he doesn't care." Teacher Huang put down the guitar and looked at Ye Mingxuan with suspicion.

"Don't say that Xiaoxuan, I have done a lot for you before." In fact, Teacher Huang and Teacher He could feel the sincere feelings in Ye Mingxuan's language. Saying this is nothing more than trying to ease the atmosphere.

"Silang Wangdui?"

"I hope that when I was forty, I was still singing and singing, and I would make my own record."

"Then you don't have such concerns. Your wolf brother is still singing when he is seventy~"

"Go to yours." Lao Lang gently pushed Teacher He.

After chatting for a few words, Teacher Huang said that he wanted to hear Lao Lang sing "The Phantom of the Opera". This song is of great significance to him. He watched this for the first time he went to the Dome in Hong Kong City.

"I forgot, I forgot." Lao Lang casually plucked the guitar.

"Brother Wolf, let me have a song. I want to listen to your singing. I am your fan." Lao Lang sat on the cartoon sofa given by Ouyang, and Ye Mingxuan sat at Lao Lang's feet, looking at Lao Lang's vaguely white hair.

"Then let's have a song? What do you listen to?"

"Is the journey OK?" The song "Journey" is not Lao Lang's work, but Lao Lang covers the song of the music poet Pu Shu. Ye Mingxuan has heard it several times.

"Leizi gave him the guitar." Lao Lang nodded at Ye Mingxuan. The meaning was obvious, just to let him accompany him.

“I dreamed of a child crying in the garden by the side of the road.

My beloved balloon flew away yesterday. Have you found it? Please tell me the balloon?

Flying to the distant mountain, the old man tied it to the roof and waited for Dad to take you to find it."

Everyone has a balloon in their hearts. When we grow up, the balloon flies away until it disappears, just like the dream we used to be, it will never be found again.

Isn’t the old man the memories of the past when we get old? When we get old, we lie on the rocking chair and talk about the edges and corners of life to our children and grandchildren who are happy. Maybe you will smile, or maybe you will fall into deep thoughts. When did the balloon throw away?

“This is a journey, a vast journey called fate.

We met by chance and left, on this road that never returns.”

In the long journey of life, there are flat avenues, rugged mountain roads, gorgeous flowers and dense thorns.

“We passed by the mountains

We passed by the lake

We passed by the forest and the desert

Passing by people's castles and gardens

Passing by happiness, we pass by pain.

Passing by a woman's warmth and tears.

Passing through the endless cold and loneliness of life.”
Chapter completed!