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"Father? You can sing, but it's just that this kind of song is used to participate in Good Voice, is it pleasing?" the man said with some worry. Nowadays, it's either flirtatious, crying, or rapping. To be honest, a sad song like my father's is really not pleasing!
"You haven't started singing yet, how do you know it's not pleasing to you? Let's walk through it first!" I patted Xiao Zhang on the shoulder and said to him earnestly.
"Have you found the accompaniment? Find it and walk around!" After I convinced Xiao Zhang, I clapped my palms and asked the girl in charge of the sound. This set of procedures is often seen on TV in Pindaoli on weekdays. Right now, it's easy to come by, but she also pretends to be a good b! After a while, the song of my father sounded in the shop, the majestic prelude.
"Thinking of your back, I feel tenacity. Touching your hands, I feel hardship..." Not to mention that Xiao Zhang has a good sense of rhythm and good pitch. With such a few words, I think it should be no problem to pass the audition.
"Zhang Quan is still too stable, this song still lacks the feeling of making people cry!" Yan Pinming was much pickier than me, standing beside me with arms folded and commented.
"So this kid's name is Zhang Quan!" I said, raising my hand like a whisker.
"What's the matter?" Yan Pinming saw a smirk flashing across my face, and hurriedly asked.
"Nothing!" I quickly restrained my smile when I heard the words, and replied solemnly. After speaking, I walked towards Zhang Quan.
"Keep singing and don't stop, I'll remind you when the right time comes. Don't be nervous, it'll pass in no time!" Seeing me approaching, Zhang Quan seemed a little nervous. I was wondering if I should stop for a while, when I saw this, I raised my hand to signal him to continue singing.
"Be quiet, you have wrinkles on the corners of your eyes..." I stood in front of Zhang Quan and listened to his singing quietly. When he sang this sentence, I felt a secret joy in my heart. It is this sentence that says that the poor are waiting. With this in mind, I raised my foot and kicked Zhang Quan between his legs. At that time, I was kicked by him and bent over, and jumped up there with my legs in pain.
"Don't stop, keep singing. Come on, let's see if this kick works!" There was a hint of refreshment at the corner of my mouth, but my mouth was loudly urging Zhang Quan to continue singing! With such a serious attitude, no one can see that I kicked that kick just now on purpose. Thinking about it, my way of pointing is really different!
"My old father, the person I love the most. There is ten percent of the sweetness in the world, and you have only tasted three. I haven't done enough to be your son and daughter in this life. I beg you, in the next life, you will still be my father... ..." In this way, a song full of emotion and emotion, a tear-jerking father came out. When Zhang Quan sang this passage with his legs crossed in pain, all the girls applauded with tears in their eyes. There were even two teardrops dripping from the corners of Yan Pinming's eyes.
"Hiss, what, how's it going?" After singing the song, Zhang Quan stepped back and came to me, sweating profusely, and asked me there.
"Okay, according to this standard, you will have no problem entering the semi-finals. Come on, I'm optimistic about you!" I patted Zhang Quan on the shoulder and said to him in relief.
"Did you do it on purpose just now?" So Zhang Quan decided on the repertoire for the Voice audition, and after he left, Yan Pinming walked up to me and asked.
"What intentional?" I pretended to be confused there.
"That kick just now, don't pretend, I can see that you did it on purpose." Yan Pinming said coquettishly, twisting my arm.
"If I kick out a star, do you think there will be people lined up at my door every day for me to kick?" I didn't answer her directly, but just rubbed my chin with my fingers. I even started to think about how much I should charge for kicking someone.
"You really did it on purpose, why?" Yan Pinming got the answer, twisted my arm vigorously and asked in a circle.
"How dare you compete with Pindao for a beauty? Shouldn't you kick him?" I explained the reason. Then Yan Pinming rolled her eyes in exchange, and then, he personally made a pot of good tea and brought it to me.
"Hiss, this kick is really hard. No, I can't hold back my urine, I have to go to the toilet again!" At night, Zhang Quan lay on the bed with an ice pack on his legs, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. That kick hit the target during the day, and now he feels a burst of soreness in his lower abdomen, accompanied by bursts of egg pain, pulling his nerves there. Turning over and getting off the bed, he touched the door and turned on the light, opened the door and walked out of this rental house with only 78 square meters.
It was raining lightly outside the house, he looked at the public toilet tens of meters away from the rental house, and decided to settle it closer. Walking to a telegraph pole, he looked left and right, no one passed by here, so he quickly urinated on the ground.
Most of the houses here are decades old. It is said that it used to be the dormitory of a factory, but later it was used as a civil attack and martial arts defense. When the movement was over, the factory was half dead. Over the years, relying on the rental rent to pay some old workers the minimum living allowance to maintain. Zhang Quan urinated intermittently, put on his pants and went back to the room. What he didn't know was that when he took a piss, he flushed out an old photo buried under the telephone pole.
The photo shows a group photo of a man and a woman. The man is wearing neat overalls, while the woman is wearing a costume. If you look closely, you will find that Feng Guanxia's face is so resentful. A flash of lightning flashed by, and if you look again, you will find that the woman in the costume in the photo has disappeared. Only the man in overalls was left standing there alone with a happy smile on his face.
"Tangtangtangtang!" After entering the room, Zhang Quan fell on the bed and fell asleep in a daze. In the dream, there was a sound of cymbals and silk bamboo. Zhang Quan felt as if he had come under a stage, where a Tsing Yi was singing something. But when Zhang Quan wanted to listen carefully, he found that he couldn't hear anything clearly.
"Look at your majesty, sleep peacefully in the tent with your clothes on. I'm here, go out of the tent and let go of your worries. Move lightly, and stand still in the front of the wilderness. Raise your head sharply, and see the clear moon in the blue sky!" Zhang Quan tried hard to listen to the stage. When asked what Tsing Yi was singing, he felt a figure flashing beside him, and that Tsing Yi had stepped off the stage at some point, stood beside him and sang with dancing sleeves.
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