Her shallow voice was just a faint hum.
She was immersed and gentle from the inside.
Lu Ze held the guitar and played a few simple chords with a very narrative and immersive voice.
It made the thousands of people in the live broadcast room throw away everything they were doing in an instant and choose a position that was relatively comfortable for them.
He watched carefully and listened quietly.
"The child cried all day and asked for cookies."
"Blue blouse, pain in my heart"
" Squatting by the pond, I gave myself two punches."
"These are the words in my father's diary."
"This is a prose poem left behind by his youth."
" Many years later, when I look at it, my tears won't stop flowing."
"My father is old like a shadow."
......
It was an extremely simple song with no fancy lyrics.
However, he had conveyed the most sincere and touching feelings to everyone in an instant.
quiet.
At this moment, all the space and time became abnormally quiet.
There was a noisy voice on the bullet screen, and the microphone was noisy due to the poor reception.
Even the pedestrians who were rushing past on the street seemed to have slowed down.
Perhaps...
They were all admiring this song sung by Lu Ze and written by their father.
Prose poem!
It was still the Imperial Capital, still the crowded and stuffy stairwell.
Liu Chu, who had his chin resting on his knees, looked depressed.
The fingers that were holding the broom turned white from the beginning.
In the end, it gradually became loose and rosy.
The broom in his hand fell to the cold ground.
There was also a small " pita " sound mixed in, but this time, it was the sound of tears falling on the screen.
It wasn't crisp and was even a little murky.
However, this was Liu Chu's greatest achievement in the past two years.
This was the first time he heard this voice.
The sound of tears falling, or rather, it was his father's voice.
On this ordinary afternoon, he had skipped work for dozens of minutes.
Originally, I just wanted to take a look in this live broadcast room and criticize those people who seemed to have lived a worse life than me.
Perhaps in his opinion, such venting and release should make him feel that life was not so difficult.
But now, he suddenly realized.
He was wrong.
This young man with an indifferent expression and a moving voice used a song he had never heard before and a few simple lines of words.
He completely tore off the extremely confusing disguise that belonged to life, quickly and mercilessly broke the shackles in his heart, and knocked open the door that had been tightly closed in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly realized.
He seemed to miss home!
.......
"In 1994, the crops have long been harvested."
"My old mother left the world last year."
" My son ran into the school wearing a white shirt."
"But he's been preoccupied lately and lost a lot of weight."
" Think about the future. I've become a pile of old paper money."
"At that time, my son was already a real man."
"There was a cute girl who married him."
"I hope they don't have to live such a difficult life."
......
The soft murmurs were like a dull father holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand on a hot and humid afternoon, calmly telling his sleeping child about his unknown thoughts.
His voice was like a clear spring, slowly calming down the deep emotions and violent impact that the lyrics had brought to everyone.
The audience, whose hearts were slowly calming down, finally had the time to raise their hands. They pulled out a piece of paper from their sides or raised the back of their hands.
They had forgotten that they were here to watch the live broadcast.
But now, he heard a song.
A song that they could not calm down for a long time.
Although, the reason why he sang this song
It seems to be to sell goods
"Xiao Bai, is Lu 'er singing?”
Qin Feng, the has-been actor who was reclining on the sofa, asked vaguely with a look of realization.
"Yes."
Bai Lu replied with a trembling voice.
His gaze never left the screen.
"What song?"
"A prose poem written by my father."
"How many fathers can write prose poems?”
Qin Feng, who had drunk too much wine, narrowed his eyes and said.
He took a cigarette from the table and held it in his hand. He staggered up from the sofa.
Holding her phone, she walked to the balcony.
"Pa!"
The sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette rang out in the cramped space.
Qin Feng let out a long sigh. As he smoked, he opened the livestream room and watched the livestream of the man he met every day.
listen
The name of the song was somewhat artistic, but the lyrics were extremely simple.
Father, these two words.
He had almost forgotten about the past three years.
It was as if he had been forgotten by this world.
"These are the words in my father's diary."
"This is a prose poem left behind by his youth."
" Many years later, when I look at it, my tears won't stop flowing."
"My father is old like a shadow."
......
The emotions that were pushed up once again piled up all the emotions, memories, guilt, and nostalgia in an instant.
Her singing was filled with emotion and skill, like an unstoppable flood.
It instantly shattered the crumbling dam in everyone's hearts!
The audience's voices were completely cut off in their throats.
At this moment, tears became worthless!
In the stairwell of the Imperial Capital.
Liu Chu's whimper turned into a sorrowful cry.
When he looked up, he saw the supervisor standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.
Just as the other party was about to blame him.
He sniffled and spoke first.
"I quit. I'll resign today."
"Are you crazy? Where are you going to find a job if you quit? If you want education, if you don't have education, if you don't have ability,"
"I want to go home!"
......
Outside the live broadcast room, on the balcony that was filled with wind.
Qin Feng, who was hunched over with one hand on his knee, looked like a lonely shrimp.
Perhaps he had choked on the smoke, but his tears and snot flowed down at the same time.
She searched through her phone's address book for a long time. Finally, in an inconspicuous corner, he found a phone number that he could not remember clearly.
After searching for a long time, he finally typed a line of words and sent it out.
"Dad, I bought you a massage machine. Remember to receive it.”
"Dad, try to come back this year."
"You and Mom don't have to worry. Actually, I'm fine."
"It's alright."
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