Accompanied by the prelude of sorrow.
Lu Zimu picked up the microphone.
His unique and magnetic voice also spread out.
The greatest tragedy in life is the loss of freedom.
The greatest pain in life is the loss of family and friends.
I don't have a loud voice, I don't have a moving voice
But I have a sincere heart…
A low monologue.
Prelude with a sense of age
This gave everyone goosebumps.
However, even though he felt awkward, he also felt touched.
"This monologue really can't be held back!”
"How did Lu Zimu manage to be so young and have the temperament of an old man!”
"This prelude feels so old. It's as if we've suddenly returned to decades ago!”
"When I was young, I listened to my father's songs. It was just like this. It was so right!”
"Why do I feel like I'm in prison? Is this really singing?”
A monologue.
The audience couldn't hold it in any longer.
It was obviously awkward, but it also made him feel dizzy.
Moreover…
When he heard this monologue.
He would really feel a sense of regret.
Therefore…
No one understood.
What kind of experience did Lu Zimu have to have such a unique taste?
……
Outside the scene.
In an ordinary family.
"Still watching TV."
"It's already so late. Why aren't you doing your homework?”
"You only know how to watch this kind of meaningless program all day. Hurry up and change to the news channel!”
An elderly father.
She subconsciously muttered about her "insensible" daughter.
Although this daughter didn't want to change the channel, she still obediently picked up the remote control.
At this moment.
The prelude sounded.
"Wait a minute."
"Don't change yet!"
His father was immediately attracted.
This prelude was too similar to the style he liked to hear in the past.
Such a song with a sense of time.
It had been a long time since he had heard it again.
On this beautiful night
I want to introduce this song in my heart
To my family and friends
I used to stand in front of the iron window and look at the stars
The twinkling stars, just like mother's eyes
I bow my head in regret
Upon hearing this monologue.
This father was even more immersed.
He unconsciously sat down and closed his eyes.
"How awkward!"
Her daughter couldn't help but say.
"What do you know?"
"This is a feeling that comes from the bottom of my heart. A prodigal son returning to his former self is worth more than gold.”
"Although I made a mistake in the past, as long as I'm willing to turn back, it's worth encouraging!”
His father couldn't help but berate him.
This was because this monologue had already given him a good impression of this singer.
At this moment.
Lu Zimu finally started singing.
Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains
Hands on the iron window, looking outside
Life outside is so wonderful
When will I return to my home
When will I return to my home
The moment he opened his mouth.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Yang Mi, Xue Zhiqian, and the others were dumbfounded.
Whether it was the tone or the singing, they were all very good.
But he could tell.
It was very dated.
Time flew by.
In addition.
Lu Zimu's " True Feelings Revealed ".
This feeling made everyone unable to hold it in.
However, for many people who had a certain amount of experience.
Such a singing voice instantly entered their hearts.
"Iron gate? Iron bars? Iron chains?"
"Why does it sound like a prison?”
"Is there a possibility that he was singing from the perspective of being in prison?”
"Lu Zimu is really tormented. Has he really been in prison?”
"I don't know why, but I feel awkward and like laughing, but I can't help but feel very sad!”
"I feel the same way. It's just that there's a stone pressing on my heart!”
"I was listening to this song in my room when my dad suddenly came over and sat beside me. At that moment, I felt that something was on his mind!”
The comments exploded.
This song had an unexpected effect.
The audience couldn't help but complain, but they also couldn't help but get carried away.
All the previous contestants.
All of them added together could not compare to Lu Zimu's interaction alone.
The crescent moon shines on my heart
My son misses his mother in prison
Regret for not listening to mother
Now I'm a prisoner
Now I'm a prisoner
Lu Zimu was very engrossed in singing.
This kind of investment could not help but make people outline a picture.
It was life in prison.
Many people could not help but panic.
She panicked for no reason and felt a strong sense of immersion.
But at the same time.
He could not help but imagine himself in prison.
Especially Lu Zimu's prison uniform.
It deepened the scene and the sense of immersion became even stronger.
"Too much, really too much!”
"I'm a good citizen, three generations of good citizens. Why must I hear this song?”
"My dad was eating happily, but after hearing this song, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and sat at the side in silence!”
"Why don't you persuade Uncle to turn yourself in? It's not too late to turn yourself in now!”
"What the hell is surrendering? My dad is really a good person. He has been an honest and good person all his life!”
"Is there a possibility that he could not help but feel sad when he saw his son in prison?”
"If Uncle really can't turn himself in, then go and turn yourself in. There must be someone in the family who has to turn himself in!”
At this moment.
Lu Zimu's singing voice.
Many of the audience fell silent.
She just felt that she had made a mistake for no reason.
He couldn't help but feel sad.
It felt like they were all cellmates.
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