New Song? I'll Write it For You!
Home.
The three of them were eating breakfast together.
Breakfast wasn't particularly delicious. As it was Beijing, all the store owners who usually sold breakfast had gone back to their hometowns for the holidays. There was only a small store run by locals across the street that had still been open. There was really nothing much to compliment on the taste, but they would have to make do with it.
Mom grumbled, "Too much, just too much!"
Dad also understood the situation. "Every new chief brings in his aides. Now that the Spring Festival Gala has changed Executive Directors, the planning will definitely be different, nor would be it be the same, or else would it be able to highlight himself?"
Mom asked, "Little Ye, Zhang Yuanqi's past songs aren't suitable for the Spring Festival Gala?"
Zhang Ye was eating fried dough sticks. "She has song. She’s been on so many Spring Festival Gala over the years, so she must have sung a suitable song before."
Mom spoke like a layman, "Then she should just sing that!"
Zhang Ye shook his head silently. Do you think "Unforgettable Night" can be sung for her entire life? Typical songs cannot be repeated all the time!”
Dad sighed and said, "Zhang Xia also only has oldies, nothing new, so there's nothing appropriate for her. If they really had any good, new songs that match the mood, the Spring Festival Gala's production team wouldn’t dare to remove their program slots. After all, their qualifications are known by everyone."
Mom said, "Don't they all have professional teams? Get those people to write a song! They should be able to come up with something nice."
"What time is it already? It's almost time for the final rehearsal. It will be the official live broadcast tonight. How can a song be written in this short amount of time now? No matter how awesome a music composer is, he won't be able to write one so quick. Composing a song isn't as simple as going out on the street and buying cabbages like they are worth nothing." Dad waved his chopsticks. "Don't worry about it. Just eat. It was also fated that Little Ye's song can't be on the Spring Festival Gala. There will be other chances in the future."
Mom continued grumbling about the bunch of directors. Zhang Ye's temper was probably inherited from his Mom, as they could not put up with anything.
They had finished eating breakfast.
Zhang Ye put his chopsticks down before straightening his clothes. "Dad, Mom, I'll be out for a while." Saying that, he went back to his room to grab his wallet and cellphone, before putting on a coat.
Dad frowned, "What are you doing?"
"It's only 6." Mom looked at her watch. "We still need to go to your paternal grandma’s later."
Zhang Ye said calmly, "I have something to do. I'll try to rush back before noon."
Mom's face scrunched up. "No, nothing is more important than spending the new year together! Don't you go running anywhere!"
Zhang Ye said, "Mom, I really need to go out for a little. If I'm not back by noon, don't wait for me. Eat your meals and help me apologize to my aunts."
"You darn brat don’t listen to me..." Mom carried on.
Dad looked at his son's expression and held his wife back. "...Let him go."
Mom turned nasty. "What's he going for? No matter what happens, he still needs to pass the new year!"
Dad said calmly, "Our son is all grown up. He knows how to handle things." After saying that, he said to his son, "Go on. Don't worry about family matters. Your mother and I will help you make things better."
"Thanks Dad." Zhang Ye nodded and left.