"Green grassland...... This is my home!! my home......"

Zhang Zhiqiang sang sadly, sang tears, and also sang feelings.

"I love you!! my home~ my home~ my home!"

Zhang Zhiqiang has forgotten the lyrics, he just wants to sing now, and he just wants to tell his feelings through singing.

Although the professional level of singing is not as good as Wei Jue, who has studied for a few days, and he does not know how to cooperate with the surrounding assistants like Wei Jue, this is not important.

When singing, the most important thing is feelings.

is obviously a song that loves his hometown, but he was sung by Zhang with a sad and sad meaning.

This seems to be the relationship between his wife and someone else, which is far more touching than Wei Jue's fake singing.

Wei Jue's singing voice is just good, but Zhang's singing voice is empathetic, like witnessing a story.

The kind of tragedy.

"Okay! Brother Qiang is awesome!"

The audience, Zhang's cousin, I forgot Zhang's name, stood up and applauded happily at this time, and applauded Zhang.

The prison guard next to him frowned, and he was about to scold this unruly behavior, but after seeing the smiling Wei someone in the wheelchair next to him, he gave up the idea of interfering.

It's not a big deal anyway, as long as you don't leave that position.

The praise of the eldest cousin did not make Zhang Zhiqiang feel better, but because of this praise, he was a little more sad.

It's like using a goblet of red wine, pouring two taels of sour vinegar, holding the wine glass in your hand, placing the bottom end of the wine glass between your index finger and middle finger, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and slowly shaking this small half glass of sour vinegar with a melancholy look.

Your taste, your fine taste.

"Oh oh oh ~ Yara ~"

"Oh oh oh ~ lala ~"

"Woo woo woo ~ "

Wei someone is not a thing, he still slowly raised his hand when he knew that this man was sad and aggrieved at this time.

Suddenly, the musician invited by Wei at a large price cooperated with Zhang Zhiqiang's ghost crying wolf howl, and forcibly used BGM to make Zhang Zhiqiang, who had just stopped, sing repeatedly......

Brother Qiang's wife looked at Brother Qiang indifferently, and one leg in black stockings was on the other leg, although she did not eat melon seeds, but she gave people a look of eating melon seeds.

In this kind of BGM forcibly moved, coupled with the atmosphere of his wife arching himself in public, he naturally sang in the depths of love.

Wei Jue turned his wheelchair and looked at the musicians in front of him, and slowly raised his hands.

Ready to go.

The tone began to brew, and at this time, Brother Qiang didn't know that his eyes were looking at his wife, but in his heart, because of the lyrics memorized in his ears and mind, as well as the subconscious that wanted to sing and speak at this time, he automatically responded to the surrounding atmosphere.

Suddenly, Wei someone's hand fell down diagonally!

The musicians who had already taken the money, as well as the harmonic singers who stood in front of the pipe, pushed the mood and the music up at the same time.

BGM forcibly pushed the atmosphere, and Zhang Zhiqiang held the microphone tightly with one hand at this time, and raised his fist with the other hand because of the magic of music, he closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth wide, bent his legs, and sang hoarsely.

"I love you~"

"My home!my home~My home!!"

Backing vocalist: Oh-oh~Yara~

This singing voice that was forcibly pushed up by someone Wei, because of Zhang's hoarse voice, like the sincere feelings of a dead wife, made this first song ignite the atmosphere in the audience.

The cousin and the roommates around the cousin were happy to send sincere wishes to Zhang Zhiqiang at this time.

"Brother Qiang!"

"Brother Qiang's singing is so good!"

"Brother Qiang's singing is too good!"

"Good!"

For these garbage people who are not highly educated and mainly focus on bad businesses such as intimidation and threats, Zhang Zhiqiang is the same kind of person as them.

Those who do this kind of thing are all screened, and the fifteen people in this dormitory are all carefully selected by Wei someone.

From the moment Zhang Zhiqiang and Fan Hongyu met, he was destined to become a force in Wei Jue's hands.

Zhang Zhiqiang, like the rest, belongs to the kind of people who prefer yellow joke songs to pure music.

Everyone's preferences are different, so Wei Jue knows very well that it is easier for these people to agree with this kind of patriotic song or this kind of mood where the wife runs away with others.

After all, it's a garbage gangster, a wife cheating and something like that, it's definitely going to happen.

A person's life is like this, some things whether you want to see it or not, sometimes you will encounter it.

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't know that he cared so much about his wife before, and he didn't understand why he was crying and why he was so uncomfortable.

Wei Jue knows, but Wei Jue is not a thing, Wei Jue just wants to arch the fire.

The first song was sung too many times to no effect, and when Zhang Zhiqiang's mood was about to recover, Wei Jue decisively raised his hand again and stretched out two fingers.

Take money to do things, the quality and ability of the musicians are definitely worthy of the money paid by Wei Jue.

Just when Zhang Zhiqiang looked at his wife, hoping that his wife could look at him squarely and satisfy the little hope in his heart, the song started again!

"It's my fault that I fell in love with you~ But I was reluctant to leave~ Listening to the song you wrote for me, I was so sad!"

Horse's, this time it's a song on the stereo!

The song that has been downloaded a long time ago is clearly transmitted from the two speakers next to it with high-precision stereo surround lossless sound quality.

In the singing, Zhang Zhiqiang was a little messy.

He was completely dazed......

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Are we here to sing or to listen to songs?

Isn't this fucking supposed to be about singing?

Zhang Zhiqiang had too many questions, but soon, he saw his wife's smile.

Zhang Mou is very much like Zhang Xiaoshan who is smiling at Michelle at this time.

After seeing his wife's smile, Zhang Zhiqiang forgot about those irrelevant things and quickly put the microphone in front of him.

"Is it like this, passing by~"

"When love comes, who can say that I am reluctant to be lonely!"

At this time, Zhang's singing voice was full of true feelings, joy, and, dog.

The audience below was all delighted by Brother Qiang's wonderful performance, and looked at Brother Qiang, who was freely switching between the feelings of his dead wife and seeing his wife suddenly come back, and they all applauded with admiration.

I never thought that Brother Qiang, a man who is usually silent and usually majestic and ruthless, would have such talent!

"Brother Qiang!!"

That's it!

As for why Brother Qiang's wife laughs?

These people, even Brother Qiang, would not know that Brother Qiang's wife was still listening to this love song in the VX video chat this morning.