Many people had forgotten how they had calmed down on this night that should have been extremely angry.
The attacks and malice that were brought up by countless people seemed to have disappeared in Lu Ze's deep and magnetic voice.
The recording, which lasted more than an hour, was like a long and deep dream.
He closed his eyes from the first sentence. When he opened his eyes again, it was as if he had experienced a long time.
"Fugui wanted to win back the hundreds of acres of land of his ancestors, but he lost all his possessions that night, including his own life.”
"Jiazhen brought the child back to her parents 'home. On the battlefield of life and death, he would occasionally think of his drunken life. But now, it's good that you're alive."
"Fengxia doesn't know how to speak. She smiled sweetly and looked at Fugui with clear eyes. She knows that this is Father."
"Youqing likes to eat dumplings, big dumplings.”
....
Her faint voice had an extremely attractive charm.
As the dusk gradually faded and the night slowly approached.
With extremely simple words and a depressing and realistic plot, he appeased all the agitated people.
It was hard to imagine that someone could tell such a vivid story in such a coherent manner. It was a story that was not inferior to a movie, a story that no one had ever heard before.
From the moment Lu Ze released the first audio, Xu Qiang was in a daze.
Didn't you use the latest recording jammer?
How could he record?
Wasn't he already nailed to the 'pillar of shame' forever?
Why did everyone stop attacking and listen to the story he was telling called " Alive "?
I spent so much effort to organize a "script seminar" to frame you, big brother!
You actually... He actually "wrote" a script?？
Fear and doubt enveloped Xu Qiang tightly.
But he did not listen to the recording.
Therefore, up until now, he still did not realize the seriousness of the matter!
.......
Capital, Qiao Mo's house.
When he first heard the recording, he didn't really care. He just smiled in surprise.
Did Lu Ze really go to the female celebrity's room to tell a story?
This brother was a little cowardly!
Originally, he was going to take a shower.
However, after hearing a few words, Qiao Mo stopped in his tracks.
Eh?
No!
There was something wrong with this story.
His language habits and plot arrangements were not scattered at all.
The plot was very deep, and the characters were also very distinctive.
Why did it sound like it was really an 'oral script'?
His strong professional sensitivity allowed him to walk to his wife's side.
With a notebook and a pen in his hands, he slowly leaned back and began to listen with his eyes closed.
"Fugui thought that if he hadn't sent Youqing to school so early, he wouldn't have died.”
"He saw Jiazhen throwing herself on Youqing's grave, tears streaming down her face. Her hands were on the grave as if she wanted to touch Youqing.”
"Fugui looked at the winding path that led to the city. He could no longer hear Youqing running barefoot. The moonlight shone on the road like it was sprinkled with salt.”
With a clang, the pen in his hand fell to the ground.
Qiao Mo, whose eyes were still closed, desperately tilted his head back, but he still could not stop the sorrowful cries in his chest.
His wife, who was beside him, was already sobbing.
This kind of expression that hid the suffering under calmness pierced through them directly!
Qiao Mo raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes. He suddenly felt that it was absurd and magical.
Having been a film critic for twelve years, he had seen almost all the movies in the nine provinces in the past twenty years.
However, he had never felt so deeply, directly, and intensely touched before.
It wasn't the kind of feeling that was just because he was touched.
Instead, it was the uncontrollable feeling of being touched by the broken family and the special era in the story.
The Nine Provinces Internet ushered in the most "peaceful" day in history.
Listening to recordings and stories was actually an extremely boring thing.
Especially in this impetuous and noisy environment!
But today, everyone who clicked into the recording was completely immersed in it from the moment they heard the word "Fu Gui".
She put down everything in her hands, abandoned her complicated and furious emotions, and curled up on the sofa, bed, and stool.
He just listened quietly and felt with his heart.
He couldn't pull it away for a long time!
After a long time, when they occasionally raised their heads to wipe their tears, many people finally understood something.
No wonder Bai Lu cried when she sent Lu Ze downstairs in the video.
No wonder the leader's eyes were so red when he came out of the Disciplinary Committee.
So it was because he had listened to this "oral script"!
This would explain everything!
In this script called 'Alive,' there was no one. To be able to walk out with a smile!
The night was long and starry.
The netizens, who were deeply immersed in the story and had their emotions suppressed to the point of collapse, only remembered that they had listened to the entire "script" in these last few sentences.
"Fugui pulled the cow and walked down the endless field. He muttered,'Today, Youqing and Erxi plowed one mu, Jiazhen and Fengxia plowed 70 - 80% of it'"
" Fugui and the cow are gradually leaving. Dusk is passing in a flash, and night is falling from the sky."
The recording stopped abruptly.
The audience was still immersed in the story.
Countless red and swollen eyes stared at the screen in front of them.
It took a very, very long time.
This audio, together with the first time Lu Ze played it, was a total of one hour, 33 minutes and eight seconds.
It matched the time he entered the room and left.
All the rumors and slander were completely dispelled at this moment!
Those netizens who had previously attacked and cursed Lu Ze, other than feeling endless guilt and regret, also had this thought in their hearts!
It took an hour to " dictate " the script, but it still had such a strong visual sense and gave us an unprecedented experience!
It could completely crush those scripts that cost millions of yuan to write, and it could beat the movies that cost hundreds of millions of yuan to make.
Lu Ze. Why couldn't he rectify the entertainment industry?
If you want to entertain yourself, you have to tremble in fear!
If he dared to resist, then he would use his strength to speak!
If you have the ability, you should write 'Alive' to slap our faces!
Ps: Is there really no one watching? The data had not changed at all since yesterday. Did no one see it anymore? The young author was panicking!
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