Chapter 268: Mother Jae-shik
The room was quiet for a while before Zheng Xiuheng asked with a gentle smile, "How do you feel, Brother Jae-shik?"
Yoo Jae Suk's expression became a little strange. He had never called his mother so loudly like this outside. Although he would call her a few times verbally on the show sometimes, the meaning was different. This kind of shouting at the top of his lungs, according to Zheng Xiuheng, was imagined with his eyes closed, but he was not actually so moved and sad that he was running his nose in an instant.
"I can't explain it, I just feel a little bit heartbroken. Is it because I shouted too loudly?" Yoo Jae Suk asked with a strange expression.
After hearing what Liu Zaishi said, Zheng Xiuheng did not answer. Instead, he turned around and started writing on the notebook on the table with a pen. After about twenty seconds, Zheng Xiuheng tore off the page from the notebook and handed it to Liu Zaishi.
Yoo Jae Suk took the paper doubtfully and looked at it strangely.
"Mom, why does my heart hurt so much even when I just call your name?"
“That’s a lyric!”
After saying that, Zheng Xiuheng moved his chair to the side, then paused and tapped lightly on the keyboard. He opened his mouth and called out "Ema" with emotion, and then sang the two sentences on the paper along with the music. There was no sense of unfamiliarity at all, and the notes flowed like water. Zheng Xiuheng stopped after singing this sentence.
Turning his head, Liu Zaishi was not as surprised as imagined. Instead, he looked at the paper in his hand. After a while, he reached out to take off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes, as if he remembered something.
Zheng Xiuheng looked at Liu Zaishi who seemed to have recalled his memory, and said calmly: "Zaishi, this is what I mean by a test. In fact, where you sing or what song you sing is not very important. What is important is for whom. You can sing for the audience, for your friends, for your parents or your loved ones. But if you just sing for fun, it's like the "Mom" you called out at the beginning, without any emotion in it!"
In fact, although this was said to Yoo Jae-seok, it was also a warning to myself: if I insist on doing something like doing homework, then isn't the answer already there?
"Xiuheng, you are really good at talking. You almost made Jae-seok cry!"
"This kind of words makes people feel unhappy!" Zheng Xiuheng made a joke. At this moment, he felt relaxed. He would take his time with the creation. After all... he was not a doctor.
Liu Zaishi wiped his eyes and put on his glasses again. He looked at the paper in his hand and suddenly said seriously: "Xiuheng, please help me write a song this time. You are right. For a special edition like the Song Festival, it is really important to decide who sings it!"
It was the first time that Zheng Xiuheng saw Yoo Jae-suk being completely sincere. His expression was very serious and there was no sense of humor at all.
Now Zheng Xiuheng no longer limits himself because of Han Zhixiang's matter. In his mind, as long as it is meaningful, it is enough for him to forget the death of his friend. The only thing he will not change is to avenge him.
"Brother Jae-seok, who do you want to sing to?"
Liu Zaishi took a deep breath and smiled calmly: "In fact, I used to write very well. My Chinese teacher said that I have a talent for writing. Maybe I can become a writer in the future!"
"Ah? Are you kidding?" Zheng Xiuheng didn't quite believe it, and it seemed a little too sudden.
Yoo Jae-seok laughed and said, "It's a joke, but I wrote an essay before and it seems to have received a lot of praise. It was even published in a magazine by the media a few years ago!"
“Isn’t it the celebrity effect?”
"Do you want to listen?" Liu Zaishi asked with a smile.
Zheng Xiuheng nodded. It can be seen that Liu Zaishi did have his own ideas. Since he was the one who caused it, Zheng Xiuheng was of course willing to clean it up.
"When I was in primary school, I wrote an article called 'The Cleaning Class Monitor Mom'!"
Zheng Xiuheng's heart moved, as if he already knew who Liu Zaishi wanted to sing for.
Yoo Jae Suk's eyes looked a little nostalgic and very warm, and then he began to narrate the story about his mother.
"When I was in primary school, I moved three times due to economic conditions. I was very shy at that time and it took me a long time to adapt to my new school. After a while, I quickly became familiar with the life in the new school and participated in many school activities. Sometimes, I would even tell some funny things in class and turn the classroom into a sea of laughter.
When I was in the sixth grade, I was elected as the class monitor. Therefore, my mother was very happy, but she was also a little worried. She told me: "Since we are the class monitors in Shi, I should go to meet your teachers and even help with your track and field games. '"
"But Xiuheng, you know, at that time in Korea, parents could not go to see the teacher empty-handed, and as the mother of the class monitor, she also needed to donate to the school's track and field association. I think that would be a lot of pressure on her, but I didn't know it at the time. I didn't understand why her face suddenly became so ugly when she told me those things.
My father was a postman at that time and earned very little. Because he refused all bribes, he had no extra income besides his work. For my mother, that income was not even enough to give her son a good education.
Soon after that incident, I ran into my mom at school.”
At this point, Yoo Jae Suk suddenly stopped, his eyes turned red, and he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. After a long while, he continued speaking.
"She was cleaning the school gate at the time, and I asked, 'Mom, why are you cleaning the school?' She just smiled and said, 'Because I am now the class monitor, I think I should help you in some way...'
I later found out that my mom didn't have enough money to support the school, so she cleaned instead. I don't know how many tears I shed.
When I grew up, I realized that my mother's love for me was so great that I could never repay her. I never expressed these thoughts, but now I think I should say to my mother...'I love you! '"
Zheng Xiuheng stared blankly at the crying man in front of her. For Liu Zaishi, this should be a sad story because the protagonist of the story is her mother.
But for him, this is a touching story because it is a mother's story...
The room was very quiet, and the production room outside was equally quiet, but the two kinds of quietness were different.
After about half an hour, Zheng Xiuheng and Liu Zaishi walked out of the room together.
It seemed that both of them were fine. Apart from a few red veins in his eyes, Yoo Jae Suk didn't seem to have shed tears. Zheng Xiuheng apologized to the staff, said hello to the big three, and left the production studio. Of course, when he left, Kim Tae-ho's eyes were filled with disappointment.
The filming continued, and although everyone was as funny as ever, they were much more restrained. Even the big three might have been influenced by Zheng Xiuheng and began to make negative comments frequently.
For example, he said bluntly: "Jung Hyeong-dun knows, Noh Hong-chul knows, if you participate in the music festival with this attitude, it may be interesting to the audience in front of the TV, but I think it is very disrespectful to the audience in the live audience, even if they are fans who understand you..."
The result is that the atmosphere becomes very formal. Whether to shoot or not, no one knows. Anyway, the Big Three have figured it out. What the antenna needs now is their professionalism and ability, not just whatever the members of Infinite Challenge sing and finding some weird points to praise. As for whether it will offend the fans of these people, it will not be more serious than being questioned.
Given the nature of Korean fans, there are too many cases where they put the blame on others in order to protect their idols.
So, it’s better to do something good, as long as you lower the standards.
After Zheng Xiuheng left the company, he called a boy who he always thought was very immature.
In a coffee shop in Dongjak District, Zheng Xiuheng was drinking coffee while reading the entertainment section of today's "Seoul Daily". Thinking about it carefully, he hasn't paid attention to this circle for a while.
Seeing the news about WG's popularity on the front page again, Zheng Xiuheng was quite relieved. At least at this moment, it was certain that everything Min Xianyi had paid for in the past had paid off.
"Senior, why did you think of calling me? Are you trying to make up for not inviting me to your dinner last time?"
A man in a floral T-shirt, jeans and sunglasses sat down opposite, his voice very cheerful.
Zheng Xiuheng looked at him in surprise, then asked curiously, "Cui Minxi, have your parents allowed you to continue making games?"
"No, how could these old-fashioned people agree to it!" Cui Minxi said with a smile, and his expression no longer looked as sad as before.
Zheng Xiuheng was a little curious: "Why are you so happy? You seem to be in a good mood!"
When Cui Minxi heard this question, he said with a little excitement: "I found that the confrontation last time was too stupid. I wanted to run away from home regardless of anything. Anyway, I am an adult, and with my ability, I will not starve to death, and I can continue my pursuit. However, my mother is in poor health. Although I am helpless, I still stay at home!"
"However, I have thought of a new method, which is the Depravity Plan!"
"What the hell is this?"
Choi Min-hee excitedly explained, "It was very simple. They arranged a job for me as a staff member of a government broadcasting company. I followed their wishes and went out early and came back late every day drunk. I would go out to bars with those people from the TV station and then deliberately take girls to act and kiss outside my residence."
"My father is almost mad now. I have overdrawn my credit card again and again and deliberately refused to pay it back. I have ruined my credit rating. At worst, I will destroy myself. If they still don't let me go, then it won't make any difference whether I am their son or not!"
Zheng Xiuheng put the newspaper down speechlessly, and then complained: "Sure enough, it's still so weird!"
