Huahuagui howled and sang "Cancer" for 10 minutes. Until the remaining program time is used up. Only then did he stop triumphantly. Just as Mr. He was about to make a summary and announce the end of this issue of "Quick Book". His headset received instructions from the producer in the director's studio. "Teacher He, wait a moment, this episode will be broadcast for 10 minutes." "The number of people online in the live broadcast room broke through 100 million for the first time, which is 10 times that of the previous period, almost catching up with the Spring Festival Gala, and the ratings have skyrocketed exponentially. There was a bullet screen in the live broadcast room: Millions of netizens wrote in blood, begging Lu Xuan to write a song of fatherly love!" "Only after understanding..." After Mr. He heard the producer's instructions.
Immediately pulled Lu Xuan onto the stage. "All the audience friends at the scene and in front of the TV have just received an order from the director to add 10 minutes to this episode. "The reason is that there are two fathers who unfortunately suffer from cancer and are watching our program." "The first father was only 30 years old, and his daughter was only 3 years old." "The second father is 60 and his daughter is 30." "This is a pair of father and daughter in two time and space. The first father is reluctant to part with his 3-year-old daughter, and the second daughter is reluctant to part with the old father who gave birth to her and raised her." "So, enthusiastic netizens want to help these two father and daughter couples realize a wish." "I hope Lu Xuan can write a song about fatherly love for these two couples. "Everyone agree?" !!!!!! The audience shouted in unison: "OK!!!" "Brother Xuan, the bullet screen of 627 in the live broadcast room has been swiping the screen long ago. The original words are: Millions of netizens wrote in blood, begging Lu Xuan to write a song of fatherly love! Can you?" Teacher He looked at Lu Xuan expectantly. I just heard Mr. He talk about two pairs of father and daughter. Lu Xuan immediately thought of his father. The feeling is still quite deep. "let me try." Lu Xuan stood in front of the microphone with his guitar in his arms. The first song that came to his mind.
It is "Prose Poem Written by Father" from the previous life. Huahua sat on the sofa on the right side of the stage very unhappily. According to the rules of the program, he should sit on the sofa of the male singer on the left. But he looked down on Xu Wei, Pu Shu, Li Song and Lu Xuan. Even if Pu Shu and Xu Wei had already left, he was unwilling to sit there. Another point, he is a pervert. Sitting on the right sofa are Liu Ruoying, Sun Yanzi, Zhang Liangying, and Zhang Bichen who he is pursuing. "Sing, you sing!" "Can't you sing?" "What year is it, and the song of father's love? Vulgar! Vulgar!" "Rap is popular in this era! Rap is popular! Rap with English is popular, old hats, times have changed, you have to learn to be in line with international standards!" "Otherwise, why would fans call me an international singer? Learn from it!" "I am the savior of the Chinese music scene. The future Chinese music scene will be a combination of Chinese and Western music, and I will lead it!" Huahua raises her legs, her eyes are arrogant, and her posture (bieb) is aloof. Zhang Bichen, who was sitting beside him, stared straight at Lu Xuan's profile. She has long admired Lu Xuan. Seeing him today, I admire his talent and style even more. Liu Ruoying saw that Lu Xuan did not sing for a long time, she encouraged and shouted: "Brother Lu Xuan, come on!" "Brother Lu Xuan, you can do it!" Sun Yanzi applauded and cheered. "Boss Lu! Come on!" "Boss Lu! Come on!" "Boss Lu! Come on!" The roar of the audience was deafening. Zhao Ruth at the entrance of the stage covered her little ears. "Godfather, Lu Xuan's reputation is too high!" "It's worthy of the name! He wrote 6 songs in a row in one night, and each song directly pointed to people's hearts. He deserves the love of the audience." Wang Han nodded in approval.
"But he's stuck now. Did he write those 6 songs in advance? Now netizens suddenly ask him a difficult question, and he can't answer it." Zhao Lusi did not question Lu Xuan. It was Lu Xuan who surprised her so much that she couldn't believe it. girl! you guessed right! Those songs were all written in advance by me. No, it doesn't have to be written in advance, I would have. I'm recalling the lyrics and melody of "Prose Poems Written by My Father", what are you in a hurry for? Come on! have! "A "Prose Poem Written by Father" is given to the two fathers and daughters who are watching the show. I hope the two fathers will never give up. I also wish you a speedy recovery and don't leave your beloved daughter behind." The soothing sound of guitar strings sounded. All the audience fell silent. "1984~The crops haven't been harvested~" "My daughter is lying in my arms ~ sleeping so sweetly ~" Studio. 【President Lu is finally back!】 [Mage's three songs almost made me vomit, what "I'm Drunk Alone"? What "My Skate Shoes"? What "Cancer"? None of them are normal!] [The key point is that he also adapted it, which was already ugly, and the more he changed it, the more ugly it became, but he has a group of loyal fans shouting, my family Huahua is an international singer, and my family Huahua is a leading figure in the Chinese music scene! Huahua 666!] 【Who are you satirizing? My Huahua is awesome! What kind of shit is "Prose Poems Written by Father"? Garbage! It's so dirty!】 【You bastard! You don't have parents???】 【Hehe! I have parents, but my parents are rich. Look at the lyrics: I don’t have time to watch the open-air movie tonight. My wife reminds me to repair the pedals of the sewing machine. The child cried all day and made a fuss. Looking for cookies. Open-air movie? Sewing machine? Poor!!! Farmer!!!】 【Fuck your mother!!! What happened to our farmers???】 【The one who mocked the peasants, do you dare to leave your phone number and address? I'll kill you!】 【Those who look down on farmers, please get out!】 【Those who look down on farmers, please get out!】 "This is the text in my father's diary~" "This is his youth~the prose poem left behind~"
"Decades later~I can't stop crying~" "But my father is ~old like a shadow~" Tears welled up in Lu Xuan's eyes when he sang to the climax. He really missed his father. His father was very strict with him since he was a child. Other children can watch TV and play games. And he can only do his homework in the house. Other children who scored 80 points in the test were praised by their fathers. But he scored 99 points in the test but was scolded. From childhood to adulthood, his father never praised him, not at all. Father and son rarely communicate. Not saying a word for a few days is the norm. He especially hated his father when he was a child. He even scolded his father behind his back. But many years later, after he was admitted to Qingbei and became an elite in the financial industry, he finally understood his father's hard work. Everything his father did was to make him a talent. At that moment, he was grateful to his father. However, when he wanted to reconcile with his father. When he wanted to hug his father once. Unfortunately, his father left. Only endless remorse and regret are left behind. "This is the text in my father's diary~" "This is the prose poem left over from his life~" Studio. 【Brothers... I am a big old man and I cried...】 [Same, I miss my father, my father is a farmer, he can't write prose poems, and he can't speak Mandarin, we don't talk much, but it's just such an ordinary father, silently outside Working part-time, propping up this family...】 [My dad died of cerebral congestion last year. He was in the hospital at the time. He had to pull out the oxygen tube and give up treatment because he didn't want to drag the family down. He worked hard all his life and never bought a few new ones. ......)
【My father is a decoration worker. There are no prose poems in his notebook, only the dates when he does work for others. His hands are full of calluses. He is not good at speech and cannot speak beautiful words. He is very ordinary, but he gave me everything. 】 【That year, my father sent me to go to university in the provincial capital 500 kilometers away. It was his first time traveling far away. Facing a strange city, he was very embarrassed, but he showed a relaxed look. I Knowing that he was worried I was afraid. Before he left, he gave me all the money in his pocket, leaving only 200 yuan for the fare. As he walked, he turned his head and waved to me, telling me to take care of myself, but the next second "a big truck ran a red light... .. 【Hey, compared to you, I am lucky. My parents are still alive, but I always quarrel with them. I feel that they always care about me. I even scolded my dad for being incompetent. Now, I want to call him and say sorry. . 】.