At the beginning, the Civil Affairs Bureau confessed to the newly divorced female president

A song like "Father" is not an exaggeration to call it a tear-jerking divine comedy.

After the song was sung, everyone at the scene was completely immersed in their own emotions, unable to recover for a while.

Many lesbians sobbed and sobbed softly in the quiet scene.

The male compatriots moistened their eyes silently.

The audience in front of the TV is probably the same.

Especially for those who go to school or work in other places, the sudden thought of father is particularly strong.

Thinking back to the last time I saw my father and contacted my father, I couldn't remember it clearly, and I couldn't recall it.

Even the host's eyes were red and weeping silently.

At this moment, it seemed that no one wanted to destroy this delicate atmosphere.

After a long time, the audience suddenly remembered to applaud.

"Clap clap..."

Crisp and sudden applause sounded like a signal, and the applause that followed became more and more intensive and louder.

The host took a deep breath at the curtain call, adjusted his emotions, and slowly stepped onto the stage.

"Thank you Mangfu for bringing us a touching song. To be honest, I really miss my old father now."

"I can't even remember the last time I went home to accompany my father. Now I just want to end the show as soon as possible, and then buy a ticket overnight to go back to my hometown."

No one laughed at the remarks at the curtain call. I guess most people at the scene have this idea now, right?
Even if he can't go home, he can't wait to call his old father immediately.

Bai Luming in the first row of audience seats wiped away the tears on his face, sighed heavily, and said, "Suddenly, I miss my dad very much. I have been busy with my career outside these years, and I haven't been home to accompany him for a long time. "

Brother Yuan patted him on the shoulder, and said bitterly: "Xiaobai, your career is stable now, and you are not short of money, so go home and have a look, don't be like Brother Yuan, you have to wait until you lose money." Only then will I know how to cherish it.”

"Brother Yuan..." Bai Luming looked at Brother Yuan who was in tears, not knowing what to say.

The host called the curtain and continued: "Next, I will invite the judges and teachers to comment."

Li Tingbai picked up the microphone and said very directly: "I don't think there should be more comments on this song, right? The reaction from the audience has already explained everything."

"Indeed." Zhou Mi took up the topic, "The tears remaining in the corners of my eyes have already explained how this song is, and I believe everyone knows it."

"It's useless to say more. If a song can sing into the hearts of most people, evoke the collective memories of the public, and mobilize everyone's emotions, it is undoubtedly a rare good song."

Chu Wanzhi stared intently at Han Shichu on the stage with a pensive expression.

It took a long time before he slowly said: "Little brother, do you think you did it on purpose?"

Han Shichu asked blankly, "Why did I do it on purpose?"

Senior Sister Chu rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily: "In the first two games, you showed us your unscrupulous love and affection, and everyone agreed that you were not allowed to sing sweet love songs again."

"It's good for you this time, you just shed the tears we sang."

"You still say you didn't do it on purpose?"

Han Shichu admitted in his heart that he had intentional elements in choosing songs.

But how could such a thing be said?

Looking at her speechlessly, he said: "Senior sister, you personally set the theme of this family relationship for me. How can you say that I did it on purpose?"

"Besides, singing songs about family affection, how could it not be touching? If you didn't sing you to tears, would you still let me advance?"

Well, that makes perfect sense.

If you don’t want to cry, it’s my turn to cry.

However, why is Chu Wanzhi so disbelieving?

She looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, sure and sure."

At this moment, a male fan whose tears hadn't dried up suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "Brother Reckless abused me thousands of times, I treat Brother Reckless like first love."

Mad, listen, what is a fan, what is a fan?
This shit is real hardcore, okay?
Sprinkling dog food, showing affection, and tearing up, if there is no such thing, I will still treat you like first love.

I still want to be your most loyal dog leg.

Another fan stood up and yelled, "Brother Mangfu, please come up with a hundred and eighty songs like this, and I'd be happy to listen to them if I cried and blinded myself."

Hey, no, it’s just listening to music, we don’t aim to listen to deaf ears and blind eyes.

Chu Wanzhi glared at him bitterly, and asked, "Little brother, I don't know what song you are going to sing for the next round of semi-finals?"

Han Shichu took a look at the judging panel, and it was obvious that this was specially arranged for him again.

With a helpless sigh, he said speechlessly: "Is it important whether I am prepared?"

Not to mention that the four judges and teachers spoke in unison, even the entire audience shouted in unison: "It doesn't matter."

Unexpected, but reasonable.

Han Shichu spread his hands, "Senior sister, you can just say it straight, there's no need to go around the bush."

"Look, how embarrassing is it for me now?"

Chu Wanzhi smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Little brother, although you have debuted not long ago, and there are only five songs, do you know what kind of nicknames have been given to you by netizens and fans?"

"Aren't you a reckless brother?" Han Shichu asked suspiciously.

Chu Wanzhi gave him an angry look, "Don't you usually go online?"

Han Shichu gave a smug smile, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Damn, are there still young people who don't surf the Internet very much?
What's more, you are a fucking celebrity artist, don't you pay attention to the news in the circle, hot topics and the like?
Apart from those few people present, who knew how salty Han Shichu was?

"Junior brother, you are quite strange."

Chu Wanzhi shook her head, she had nothing to say, she accepted it.

"Netizens and fans call you a 'creative genius'. Although it is still a bit of a misnomer, it can also prove your impressive creative strength."

Han Shichu smiled slightly, and said modestly: "Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it, such a big name, I can't bear it..."

Li Tingbai said with a smile: "This name is indeed a bit heavy for you now, so this is just a nickname for netizens and fans."

"But the few songs you have created so far are very good, and basically they can be regarded as hit songs at the explosion level."

"But if you can write one or two classic hits, then this title belongs to you."

Zhou Mi also echoed: "And there are three styles that can produce classic golden songs, first, folk songs; second, rock and roll; third, Chinese style."

"How about the mangfu, do you want to challenge yourself?"

PS: Don't make trouble with me, tomorrow I have to pack my bags, get on the train, and go to a foreign land to earn money.

You can't pass the Lantern Festival, so you have to go out to earn money. What do you want to do twice a day?

What do you think I'm a high-ranking professional?To tell you the truth, I am just an ordinary migrant worker, working on the construction site, tying and making steel bars in the city.

It's still ten years old.

There is no way, for life, it is not easy, so wait and see and cherish.