Wang Hui's last sentence made the live broadcast room completely explode.

A tidal wave of barrage poured in from across the screen.

“cao！ Lao Wang, this wave of thieves is just right! ”

"Hahahaha! I support Lao Wang! As long as Lao Wang releases an album, I will buy an album! ”

"Don't think about it, our group of tens of millions of wives will never let you stinky men buy your husband's album!"

"Husband, husband! Let's write another one! Write one more! ”

Wang Hui looked at the barrage of "one more song" that suddenly became uniform on the screen, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

He left the piano and recorded the song "Not Seen or Scattered" that he had just written.

And when Wang Hui was writing the tunes and lyrics, Luo Jia, who was far away in the imperial capital, finally calmed down.

After all, there was nothing left in the room to smash him, and even his customized high-end mobile phone was smashed into a pile of pieces by him.

"Someone! Notify the water army and let them brush Wang Huiqian's donkey skills, this song must have been written by him before! ”

Luo Jia can be regarded as having found an opportunity for Hei Wang Hui, after all, it is possible to take out the songs he wrote before and pretend to be those he just created.

As soon as Luo Jia's order was issued, the water army in the live broadcast room over there immediately began to brush up.

"The plagiarist is running out of donkey skills! This song must have been written by him before! ”

"That's right! And he must have been inspired by our family Luo Jia to write this song! ”

"I think this song should be regarded as our family's Luo Jia's song!"

Wang Hui saw the barrage on the screen, and he laughed angrily.

This kind of completely illogical statement can only be figured out by Luo Jia's side.

Wang Hui sped up and finished the matter at hand.

A new song wasn't enough for him to prove that he wasn't plagiarizing, and he certainly had Edith investigate the identity of the alleged foreign musician.

Even the time when the so-called foreign musician created the song that was very similar to "Opera 2" was clearly checked by Edith.

Who told the Roga to go to this "foreign musician" and choose a place with surveillance to talk to him?

It's just that the current Wang Hui doesn't want to shake this matter out, this kind of killer feature should be put at the end, so that Luo Jia's pen is completely desperate!

In Wang Hui's eyes, Luo Jia is a bad pen who can't see the good of others.

As for why he wants to play against Luo Jia, Wang Hui thinks that this is a very beneficial opportunity for himself.

If the line is successful, Wang Hui's fame will naturally be able to soar again and circle a wave of fans.

Although Wang Hui doesn't plan to make money from his fans, it's not like he's already here.

As for losing?

Sorry, Wang Hui didn't think he would lose.

Wang Hui sat back down in front of the piano and drew the lucky audience from the hundreds of millions of barrages.

Since these people still don't admit that they can write songs, let's write them for them.

"If you have the ability, the old song comes out and pretends to be forced, and if you have the ability, you can write a song now! Let's just write that the moon tonight is not as round as in previous years! ”

Although today is the National Day, it is also the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Indeed, tonight's moon is not as round as the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years.

When Wang Hui saw this barrage, a word suddenly popped up in his heart.

A moving poem written by the ancients thousands of years ago!

He recalled the tune, and his heart was slightly moved, and he immediately sat down in front of the piano.

"I saw someone say they wanted me to write a song about the moon, so I was going to write a song about the moon."

As soon as Wang Hui's words fell, the graceful piano sound immediately sounded.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Hui took it alone in this huge villa, and he had to match people at night, how could he be happy?

People, especially the Chinese people who have relocated to the land, have a sense of nostalgia in their hearts.

It's just that for Wang Hui, he can't go back to the hometown that everyone else has.

He once asked the system, and the system said that if it wanted to travel through the world, the amount of affection needed was about an astronomical amount, and even it didn't know exactly how much it needed.

Wang Hui has only saved 200,000 Ai points now, in order to buy a commodity worth 500,000 Ai points in the system.

It's just that this bit of admiration is a drop in the bucket for Wang Hui's way home.

So when Wang Hui integrated this pathos of having a home and not being able to return to his song, when he spoke.

The entire live broadcast room was completely silent.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Every sentence was like a thorn, piercing deep into Wang Hui's heart.

also brewed a touch of sourness in the hearts of everyone in the live broadcast room.

The piano stopped, and Wang Hui only sang it once.

Depending on the length of a song, he sings it four times, interpreting the phrase in four different contexts and emotions.

But after only one time, Wang Hui stopped.

He was afraid that if he sang again, he would really cry.

The tune of this song is simple, but the lyrics are eye-catching.

The love and longing for poetry rooted in the hearts of the Chinese people made the audience in the live broadcast room launch a barrage again.

"I cried...... What about you......"

"I'm crying badly!"

"Old King Cowhide!"

"I really want to go home, come back to her and listen to my mother......"

"I'm not in the Imperial Capital anymore! I want to go home! ”

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. The lyrics written by my husband are really invincible......"

"I decided! I must have a daughter in the future! It's called Chanjuan! ”

Even those who were originally arranged to stir up this muddy water and make Wang Hui bear the infamy of plagiarism are silent at the moment.

They also have families, and they also have a homeland that they can't leave.

"Bell bell bell—"

The mobile phone of the Luo family housekeeper in charge of these water armies rang again and again, but the message was the same.

"I'm gone! Who's you like! ”

"Lao Tzu is going home! No time! The money will be returned to you immediately! ”

"Such a great singer who can make a song that has been sung for thousands of years, you say he plagiarized? Didn't wake up? I quit! ”

One news after another sent chills down the butler's spine.

Just now he also heard Wang Hui sing this song.

I don't know how many times the longing and pathos in that song are stronger than the previous song!

At this moment, he even has an urge to resign and return to his hometown immediately!

In the whole country, I don't know how many people shed tears because of Wang Hui's song, and I don't know how many people ignored the congested roads during the National Day holiday and embarked on the way home.

This is the power of a wonderful poem that can be passed down for thousands of years!

Wang Hui sat in front of the piano, looking at the barrage of "One More Song" floating on the barrage again, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wry smile.

"Don't rush, keep writing, my second album should be all written again......"

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