"These are the footprints left behind by that generation."
"After a few storms, the traces will be erased."
"This land once made me cry endlessly. It buried the sad past of so many people."
.......
The last few sentences in his light tone had a few imperceptible tremors.
Lu Ze reached the last line and gently plucked the strings.
The moment he stopped, he slowly closed his eyes.
It was as if they were performing a solemn ceremony!
The prose poem that his father wrote was also a prose poem for his father.
For four minutes, the music gradually progressed and the emotions piled up. No one could quickly pull themselves away.
Just like that, Lu Ze, who was silent for two minutes, smiled and slowly opened his eyes.
After putting the guitar down, he put his arm back on the table.
He glanced at the empty screen and his voice returned to normal.
"Actually, even though the lyrics are written like this. However, reality was not like this at all!”
Lu Ze moved the massager and grinned.
"My father's diary only had the first two pages. The one at the back "
As soon as he said this, the silent bullet screen finally began to come alive.
"So what's next?"
"That's right. Father doesn't have the time to write in his diary every day. It's already hard enough to earn money to support the family."
"Everyone's father should be the same, leaving early and returning late. Writing a diary is such a luxury."
Lu Ze glanced at the comments and smiled.
"Everyone is right. His father, who was busy making a living, had no time to write a diary.”
"My father was actually like that. The diary that he only wrote two pages for me was filled with other things!”
"Or perhaps…"
Lu Ze paused.
Then, he said something that made the audience in the live broadcast room cry.
"My father didn't have any prose poems!”
"His diary is just a…"
"It's a record of the time limit for working for others."
"Woo!"
On the sofa outside the broadcast room, the moment Lu Ze finished speaking, Bai Lu covered her mouth. Large tears fell from her eyes onto the back of her hand.
The sorrowful cry in his throat could no longer be suppressed.
She could empathize with Lu Ze's last sentence more than anyone else.
Three months ago, her father passed away.
When she went home to pack up her belongings, she found a rolled up essay book in a very tattered bag.
It was all about the time he worked part-time at the construction site and the wages he earned.
Every cent and every cent, there were zeros and zeros.
This was how he and she were formed. Everything in life!
Today was Father's Day.
But her father was lying in a grave.
she even
She couldn't even give him a massage machine.
Different people had different thoughts.
But the same thing was that she was 'trapped' in Lu Ze's stream for tens of minutes.
Everyone did almost the same thing!
One word: Order!
The massage machine that was worth 299 yuan in the little yellow car in the live broadcast room.
In half an hour, they were all sold out!
A total of 1500 pieces!
Not a single piece was left behind!
In fact, in the current live broadcast circle of the nine provinces, in some of the live broadcast rooms of some super streamers.
Selling 1500 pieces in half an hour was not fast, nor was it outstanding!
But the difference was that!
Lu Ze's live-stream room
From the beginning to the end, there were only 2200 people watching!
2200 viewers, but 1500 items were sold!
In the live streaming world, there was a term called " viewing-transaction conversion rate."
In this half an hour of Lu Ze's live broadcast, his conversion rate was 68.1%.
In the current industry, the known figure at the top of the pyramid was 31.2%.
Someone once said that this record would be very difficult to break in the next five years!
However, less than two months had passed.
In a broken live broadcast room that could not be called a live broadcast room.
During the live broadcast of a has-been singer who had no live broadcast experience.
It was easily broken just like that!
Even though no one in the entire industry knew about this!
In the live broadcast room, the bullet comments that had " disappeared " slowly began to warm up.
One of the bullet comments that flew across the screen caught everyone's attention almost instantly.
"Let me tell you something very scary…"
" I've searched all the major search engines and music players for the song that the host just sang…"
"I didn't find any…"
"In other words, this song seems to be…an original creation of the streamer!”
Originals?
Two big words appeared in everyone's mind.
At this moment, the expression on his face became unusually interesting…
Live streamer?
His words were full of philosophy and poetry.
He casually opened his mouth and wrote a touching song about his father's life!
It was actually an original?
Why was such a person just a live streamer?
Using such a method to bring goods…
In the future?
How could others broadcast it…
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