Father And Daughter Fall Out, The Truth Is Actually A Song?
Li Mengmeng was a loyal fan of I Am Idol. She had been following every episode of the first season.
She had heard that Chen Yu, who loved tofu pudding, was one of the coaches for this season, so she had been waiting in front of the computer screen for a long time.
The quality of the young hunks in this episode was quite good. All of them were beautiful and smooth.
The talent show was not bad either.
It was just that Huahua was a little too strict, but it was normal. Huahua was an artist.
It was normal to be strict with professional knowledge.
When Zhou Mang came out, her eyes lit up. So far, this contestant was the most good-looking.
I hope it's not a vase.
The tune sounded.
She was stunned on the spot.
"What is this song?"
"It's too old-fashioned."
His toes scratched the ground, almost digging out a castle.
She didn't expect to hear such a song on a talent show.
She almost thought that she was watching some nostalgic stage competition.
It didn't look like he was here for a talent show at all.
The song was old-fashioned, and so was the typhoon.
Zhou Mang dawdled on the stage, his feet barely moving.
Who sang like this nowadays?
Upon closer inspection, this player was really not pleasing to the eye.
He couldn't be hiding his age, right?
She saw many similar speculations on the bullet screen in the live broadcast room.
This song really had a sense of time.
"And it's an original. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Li Mengmeng touched the goosebumps on her body and felt disgusted. Such an old style, what era did people live in to make it? It wasn't strange for her to be suspected of her age.
"I originally wanted to support him, but forget it.”He shook his head repeatedly when Zhou Mang sang.
This person's taste was terrible.
He was clearly so handsome, but when he started singing, he gave off the feeling of an old man.
"Mengmeng, it's time to eat!" His father shouted outside and walked in.
"You still want to watch this kind of singing and dancing? You only know how to chase after stars all day long. How can this kind of greasy little boy be good to look at? You might as well read two more books.”
Mengmeng's father saw the handsome Zhou Mang on the computer screen and frowned subconsciously. He mumbled to himself,"
"Got it." Meng Meng replied without turning her head. She planned to go after reading the coach's evaluation of this song.
Huahua would definitely scold him.
She was looking forward to it!
" Meng!" Her father was about to continue shouting when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"For you, I turned into a werewolf."
"I've been infected with madness for you."
"I put on a thick disguise for you."
"I changed my heart for you."
....
"Hmm?"
As the tune entered her ears, Mengmeng's father stopped behind her and asked subconsciously,""What song is this?"
"I think it's called praying to Buddha. Isn't it terrible?”Mengmeng hated that this was a live broadcast and she couldn't fast-forward.
"Bad?" Mengmeng's father was stunned." Is there something wrong with your ears? This kind of song is really nice!”
As he spoke, he didn't even look away. He even moved a chair to sit in front of the computer screen and stared at the person on the screen.
His concentration was no less than Mengmeng's when she was chasing after stars.
" Ah???" Mengmeng widened her eyes in shock." Dad, are you sure? Is this song good?"
"What else?" Her father waved his hand, signaling her to shut up and not disturb him from listening to the song.
She was singing to the climax.
Mengmeng's worldview seemed to have been reconstructed. She was stunned for a long time without moving.
He clicked his tongue in wonder. Indeed, the aesthetic standards of each generation were different.
She thought it was so old-fashioned, but her father actually thought it sounded good?
The song ended.
Meng Meng finally heaved a sigh of relief." I'm finally done. I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles, like a fishbone stuck in my throat.”
"You don't know how to appreciate it." Mengmeng's father rolled his eyes." What's the young man's name?”
Meng Meng was about to reply when she heard Hua Chenyu scolding the contestant on the screen, as if singing such a song was an insult to his ears.
"Uh…" Mengmeng froze and stole a glance at her father's dark expression.
"I think what Huahua said makes sense."
"What logic? This was simply nonsense. How good was this song? This person doesn't know how to appreciate!" Mengmeng's father was so angry that his face and neck turned red.
It was as if she would become her father's enemy if she helped put in a good word for Hua Chenyu!
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Mengmeng was a little dazed.
Wasn't this the scene where she and her friend were arguing over who was better looking and who was better at business?
She did not expect that her father would one day become a celebrity!
"This is the flower you chase all day, right? Can she be considered a singer? He had a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and his usual singing was like a seizure.”
"How can such a person be a teacher?"
"Dad!" Mengmeng choked.
She wanted to bring out the kind of aura that she had when she was fighting for her brother on the internet, but she dared to say anything.
After all, this wasn't a hater on the Internet, but her father!
Damn it!
"I'm not arguing with you!"
Mengmeng's father seemed to be too lazy to argue with her. He took out his phone." Can I replay it on my phone? I want to hear more."
Mengmeng was speechless.
After good-naturedly teaching his old father how to watch replays on his phone, the old father left.
He had also forgotten to call her for dinner, and he was holding his phone and playing the video on loop.
The more Mengmeng thought about it, the angrier she got. She couldn't argue with her father.
However, he did not say anything, and his heart was filled with anxiety.
He typed quickly and left a message in the live broadcast room to share what had just happened.
"F * ck, my dad is the same!"
"Really? I thought that my dad's ears had a problem. He thought that such an old song was good. I didn't expect that the other uncles and aunties would also think that it was good?”
Meng Meng started to wonder if this song was really that bad.
"You guys aren't the troll army hired by Zhou Mang, right? How can someone like this kind of song? Didn't Huahua say it? Even his father thinks it's old-fashioned!"
"Who is this contestant? You even have money to hire Internet trolls?"
"It's probably some rich second-generation heir playing around. Otherwise, why would he sing such a song on a talent show? Isn't it obvious that he wants to sensationalize?”
"I guess they think that black-red is also red.”
Meng Meng looked at the comments on the bullet screen and pursed her lips without saying a word.
This kind of groundless speculation was not uncommon when she was chasing stars. She also sometimes opened her mouth to check the troll army.
However, when the person involved was himself, he was unhappy.
Moreover, her father really liked to listen to it. Although she did not agree, she did not think that the song was good.
But you can't just say that my dad is a troll army.
I'm a fan of Huahua.
However, after she posted this, some people on the bullet screen immediately said that she was black.
Sad emotions were brewing in his heart.
She searched for Zhou Mang's video on the internet and listened to it again.
Until the first episode of the program was about to end.
The show was trending.
Only then did she realize that she was not the only father who liked this song.
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