Brother Qiang sang this song by himself.

With the help of someone Wei, Brother Qiang loves his wife even more.

The audience applauded thunderously, and Wei Jue naturally did not be stingy, and also gave applause.

Smack, smack, smack.

The kind of faint, leisurely, slightly, so slowly that he patted his left hand on his left leg three times with his right hand, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Brother Qiang sang extraordinarily hard, and he sang extraordinarily happily.

Soon, Brother Qiang's hard work and the eyes that always looked at his wife disgusted her.

So Brother Qiang's singing voice became sincere again.

Wei Jue didn't do anything, at least not now, he just listened to the song quietly.

The musicians behind him, as well as the drummers, always rhythmically let Brother Qiang, who was in a bad mood, be released in the singing.

Singing, conveying your and my hearts.

Wei Jue's expression was faint, whether it was Zhang Zhiqiang on the stage or the next contestants, in Wei Jue's opinion, they were all things that could be used.

These people have an empty appearance of indifference, but they lack the kind of faith that only the strong have.

Compared with strong people like Zhang Xiaoshan, Xu Zhaorui, and Fan Hongyu, who have a firm will, Zhang Zhiqiang and these gangsters are just a group of weak-willed garbage.

Those who really do bad things are afraid and do not agree with their own behavior, and they will be whitewashed when they have the opportunity.

And Zhang Xiaoshan, Xu Zhaorui, and Fan Hongyu, even if they are rich and powerful, they will not change their original intentions.

Fan Hongyu was looked down upon by Zhang Zhiqiang and was considered rubbish by everyone in prison.

But in Wei Jue's eyes, Fan Hongyu is real gold!

Wei Jue, who has a belly of sulfuric acid and bad water, can't deal with this kind of strong man with a heart like a golden stone for the time being, and the current level is not enough, and he still needs to level up.

People always have value that others don't have.

Even Zhang Zhiqiang and these people can play light and heat in Wei Jue's hands!!

In Wei Jue's eyes, in their hands, they are matches.

Just rub one hand on the ground and it will burn.

A burning match will definitely not burn real gold, but isn't there still fourteen matches in front of you?

"Okay, thank you Zhang Zhiqiang for your wonderful performance, now let's draw a lucky contestant to serve as the second singer and give us a wonderful performance. ”

The smile on his face gradually softened.

Zhang Zhiqiang glanced at his wife, but his wife didn't look at him at all.

Because he knew that he was now in prison, Zhang Zhiqiang didn't dare to ask for too much, it was enough for his wife to come this time, what he said just now should be ...... Let's talk about it......

Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't talk to his wife who was far away, and he returned to his seat with some reluctance.

The players around him praised Brother Qiang.

At this time, Fan Hongyu, who is the protagonist, is not a good friend of Brother Qiang, and when the rest of the people congratulate Brother Qiang and praise Brother Qiang, he sits quietly on the side, a little nervous.

No way, educated in prison these days, as long as the instructor and the police officer say anything lucky audience, it is 100% him.

Fan Hongyu was a little suspicious, and his lottery luck was used in this inexplicable place.

His luck is too strong this time, Fan Hongyu is a little depressed, if he went out to gamble at this time, he would have made a lot of money a long time ago!

is just singing, Fan Hongyu feels that he will definitely be able to choose himself this time.

However, standing on the stage of this unpredictable fate...... Sitting thing, it's a ...... Devil!

Some people know the horror of someone, and some people do, and they will know it slowly!

"It's Tuesday, it's still the third, so let's take the second person in the third row on stage. ”

With a friendly smile, Wei Jue looked at the audience and turned his gaze to the lucky player.

Fan Hongyu was shocked, quickly looked over, and found that the lucky player this time was not him.

Who is it?

Of course, it's Manager Li who beat Fan Hongyu!

Life is always such an accident, Wei Jue chose the person who was not good at singing in this dormitory.

Manager Li was surprised, but the old men did not have stage fright, slowly stood up, and walked towards the stage.

At this time, Manager Li did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

Manager Li soon stood on the stage, wearing a prison uniform, he looked calm, just like Zhang Zhiqiang, who had just appeared on the stage, he was a cold-looking man.

Wei Jue is not a verbose person, and said: "Let's start, just sing "Father". ”

Manager Li, like the others, is a rehearsed person, in order to satisfy Mr. Wei, in order to achieve the effect of the show, they have listened to the song for a long time.

For example, the first song "Father", Manager Li has listened to it thousands of times since he was imprisoned.

Even after listening to it thousands of times, Manager Li didn't memorize the lyrics, and he was not interested in singing.

So Wei Jue sent warmth, and in the form of a task, he worked with the jailers to let these people memorize the lyrics.

If it's a task, it's naturally very simple, and there aren't many words in total.

"I always ask for you but never say thank you. ”

"It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that you weren't easy. ”

Although the musicians invited by Wei Jue are very powerful, although the soundtrack and harmony are very powerful for a group of people, Manager Li is a person who can't sing soul.

Wei Jue can't get a soul when he sings, he just sings blindly, but Wei Jue likes to listen to others sing soulful songs.

Plum blossoms bloom from the bitter cold, and without tempering, you can't sing songs with a soul!

Only if you can sing a song with a soul can you become a qualified match!

Wei Jue needs firepower, and the current Manager Li can't burn well, so he can't continue to bring Fan Hongyu a vigorous scorching roast.

So the firepower is upgraded, and this little match is turned into a burning black briquette.

"Just let time slow down, don't let you get old anymore, I'm willing to use everything to pay you back the years. ”

Brother Li's singing voice has no emotion at all, and it is completely perfunctory.

Not only Wei Jue, but even the inmates below felt very bored with this attitude.

Wei Jue slowly raised his hand in a place where Brother Li couldn't see.

Machine, on!

Wei Jue pressed the remote control in his pocket with his other hand.

As for why the hand was raised, it is not clear.

The important thing is not this, but the big screen at the back behind the musicians, the screens on both sides slowly move towards each side.

It's automatic!

Because of the sound of a machine behind him, Brother Li also turned around curiously.

The moment he turned, he lost.

I saw the musicians behind me playing as they slowly moved to the sides and gave way to the middle.

Brother Li's body shook, and shook!

What did Brother Li see?

He saw his father!

I saw an old man in plain rustic clothes, holding a microphone in his hand, walking slowly on the red carpet.

Lao Li looked at his son, his eyes were full of tears.

"Son!"

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