Entertainment: let you down to earth, you go to pick up white jobs

Chapter 8 Crying so sad, this family is so filial

Countless netizens in the live broadcast room were going crazy at this moment.

Many people couldn't help their eyes filled with enthusiasm, while sending barrage.

"Nima, this song is poisonous. I want to cry when I hear it."

"Damn it! Isn't Su Meng too professional for doing free work? Just one piece of music makes people cry?"

"Nimma, I want to cry when I listen to the song, but why do I want to laugh so much when I see a big star working for nothing?"

"When I heard this song, I thought of my grandpa. My father asked me what was wrong. I listened to him, and then our father and I hugged each other and cried."

"Toxic! Isn't Su Meng a professional accountant of the Bazong? Why did you do a job for nothing? Isn't this too poisonous?"

Su Meng's manager, Sister Qin, was on the phone, her voice still a little choked up.

"When did Su Meng learn Suona? How come I don't know? And this is a piece he made himself?"

The assistant's eyes were also red.

"Sister Qin, I don't know either."

"By the way, Sister Qin, do you want Su Meng to release a suona album?"

Sister Qin thought for a while, then choked up and said.

"Let's talk about it later, I'll rest for a few days and go back to my hometown to visit the grave..."

Not only them, but also the backstage of the program group was full of crying.

The assistant director had an extremely weird expression, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Director, the popularity of Su Meng's live broadcast room continues to rise, this is too...wow..."

The director couldn't hold back anymore.

"Turn all the current resources toward him."

"If you want to talk about down-to-earth, he is the most down-to-earth among the six..."

……

Baishi Village was already full of crying.

Whether it was the family members who were doing business, or the relatives and friends who came to express their condolences, they were all crying loudly.

One by one wept deeply, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Only two members of the suona team had seen this kind of scene too much, and they could barely hold back.

At this moment, they looked at Su Meng one by one, their eyeballs almost popping out.

What kind of craft is this?

When the suona came out, the audience cried bitterly?

Fuck!Is this skill against the sky?

It is the highest state of doing free work!

Su Meng also played more and more vigorously. How come he didn't realize that Suona, a musical instrument hooligan, is so enjoyable?

This piece is not too long.

A few minutes later, Su Meng put down the suona in a still unsatisfied way.

The suona sound stopped, and those cries stopped one after another.

At the gate, the old man patted the shoulders of several middle-aged people in relief.

"Seeing you crying so sadly, I know you have a really good relationship with grandpa."

"Old uncle has such a filial grandson like you, it is not in vain to live."

The surrounding crowd nodded secretly one by one.

These grandsons cried with sincerity and no adulteration at all. This is the real filial son and grandson!

A few middle-aged people also wondered, why can't I help crying so sad?

But it is also a good thing for others to praise you for your filial piety.

"Uncle Qi, you go in first, my father and the others are guarding the spirit inside."

The old man nodded and walked in slowly.

A middle-aged man scratched his head and asked suspiciously.

"Brother, why didn't I hold back just now?"

The eldest brother is also a little puzzled.

"I know everyone is filial, but everyone has already left, so don't be too sad."

"Father and the others are all old, we still need to work harder on this matter."

"We're all tired of crying now, who's in charge of this?"

The brothers nodded and were about to speak when suddenly another burst of mournful suona sounded.

The infinite sadness in everyone's heart is drawn out.

One by one couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears again.

For a moment, the inside and outside of the mourning hall were once again surrounded by cries.

……

In front of the suona team, the leader of the Li family was dumbfounded.

Swallowing his saliva, he asked weakly.

"Old Wang, where did you hire the master chef? This skill is amazing!"

"And what is this song? I've been working for nothing for so many years, why haven't I heard it?"

Wang Laowu's expression was also a little weird.

"You may not believe it when you say it, but I picked up this master outside!"

What?The leader of the Li family's eyes almost popped out.

Picked it up?Picked up a suona master master with defying craftsmanship from the street?

Wang Laowu continued.

"These songs of his are all written by himself!"

"The song I played just now is called "Crying at the Fifth Watch", and now this song is called "Crying for the Emperor"."

"He still has a lot of songs, such as "The Great Funeral", "Song of the Blue Sky", "Crying Farewell", "Westward Road to Peace"..."

Listening to him counting these songs that you can tell what they are doing just by the name, the leader of the Li family became more and more confused.

who I am?where am i?What am I going to do?

Anyway, I have been playing for more than 20 years, why don't I know any of these songs?

……

The new book sets sail, begging for all kinds of data! .

Chapter 9 Asked you to send the dead, did you almost send the living away? (Seek to collect flowers)

Chapter 9 Asked you to send the dead, did you almost send the living away?

At this time, Su Meng was blowing more and more vigorously.

All kinds of tunes from rural white jobs in the previous life came one by one.

In the live broadcast room, almost all the netizens were dumbfounded.

Your lethality is too great, right?

Who listens and who cries?

This has caught up with the weapon of the law of cause and effect, okay?

Fortunately, the netizens in the live broadcast room have learned to be smart, and turned off their voices one by one so that they were not affected.

They can turn off the sound, but they can't turn it off at the scene.

Along with Su Meng's song, there was one burst of crying at the scene, almost unstoppable.

Those members of the suona team, except for the gongs, drums, bangzi, and cymbals who followed the rhythm subconsciously, the others were already dumbfounded.

This white job Suona master, this skill is too amazing, isn't it?

……

After playing another song, those middle-aged grandchildren barely stopped crying.

They looked at each other and found that each other's eye sockets were a little red and swollen.

The voice of the boss speaks with a strong nasal voice.

"Second and third, you all take it easy, don't cry yourself out."

The second child wiped away his tears, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"I don't know why, but when I heard the suona sound, I remembered how kind my grandfather was to us before, and I couldn't help but want to cry."

The third child nodded and was about to speak when suddenly there was a noise from the mourning hall behind him.

Someone came out quickly and said loudly.

"You three come and help, your father fainted from crying!"

What?The three brothers were startled and ran in hastily.

The mourning hall was already a little chaotic, and an old man beside the coffin had tears on his face and was already unconscious.

A few people hurried forward, pinching some of them, smoothing their Qi.

After a while, the old man finally took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

Seeing that the brothers were all here, he grabbed the boss.

"Boss, where did you hire the suona team from today? This is too strong."

"As soon as I heard it, I remembered how difficult it was for your grandpa, and I couldn't help but want to cry."

"Why don't you tell that suona master to play it leisurely."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that not only you will send away grandpa, but your father and I will also be sent away today!"

The boss suddenly realized.

It's not just the three brothers who cry when they hear the suona?Your own father can't handle it?

He quickly responded and ran out.

As soon as he ran to the gate, Su Meng picked up the suona again and brought it to his mouth.

The boss's face turned green, and he yelled loudly.

"Master! Be merciful!"

In desperation, his voice became sharp.

Su Meng was blowing to the top of his head at this time, and this voice startled him directly.

Just as he was about to speak, the boss rushed up and grabbed his hand.

"Master! Master! Please, take a break first."

Su Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and laughed.