I’m Really a Superstar

In front of the TV.

A lot of viewers have heard tears in their eyes.

Everyone has spoken on the Internet, and this official topic has been opened on Weibo.

"How good a daughter is"

"How do I cry so much?"

"All said that Wei Dad is kind and good for everyone. I think her daughter is the most amazing now.

Or only someone like Wei Dad can teach such a child."

"This poem is really touching."

"Do you still have this poem by Teacher Zhang?"

"Yes, why not? This is the time when many people were provoked by traitors, and they questioned Zhang Wei on the Internet. Then he sent such a poem to his fans. At that time, there was a good person who analyzed it. Zhang Teacher Yan’s "Seeing or Not Seeing" expresses his fraternity and expresses his concern for his fans and his heartfelt wishes. It is not about the feelings of men and women. If you have to say love, you may also be more More than something like a family, sure enough, this poem was used by Wei’s daughter this time.”

"The feelings expressed by two people may be different, but this poem is really good."

"Yeah, I didn't think anything before, but now I listen to Wei's daughter's daughter, and it's really delicious. How can a poem be so beautiful?"

"There is a father who must have a daughter, and both father and daughter are too kind."

Wei Ying used a poem by Zhang Wei to express her feelings for her father. After the poem, the atmosphere was also brought to the saddest moment.

Wei’s sister screamed there and cried: “My brother, you can rest assured that Xiaoying’s family will take care of her.”

Wei’s younger brother’s brother said with a black face: “I know that you have been pressed for a few years in the unit and have not taken a few bonuses and overtime pay. You have to be driven by this. You are being killed. If you go with peace of mind, I will definitely give you a fair idea."

Wei’s editor’s words made the scene change immediately.

TV station leaders and Wang Shuixin are not very good looking.

The staff of other TV stations know that this is a fact, and all of them have looked at Wang Shui’s new direction.

The Beijing TV station on the scene responded quickly, and immediately cut off the signal, but even if it was fast, the words were just broadcasted.

The host of the live broadcast quickly moved the topic and asked him about it.

But the audience is not a fool, I found out that something was wrong in the first time.

"What did you just say inside?"

"Wei Dad is... was forced to die?"

"I haven’t won the bonus? I haven’t taken the overtime pay? How is it possible?”

"Yeah, the news does not say that Wei Dad often takes the initiative to work overtime, just to get money to help the children, but ... there is no money for overtime work?"

"seriously?"

“Is it nonsense?”

"I think it is true, but Wei's relatives, will not say, they don't know what they are doing at their own home? It is definitely better than we know."

"There was something tricky inside."

"I rely on who is who killed Wei Dad?"

"Do you still remember? There were a lot of people who said that there was actually an insider on the Internet, saying that there was a leader’s confession to let Wei’s father work overtime every day. This led to Wei’s heart attack being exhausted rather than sick. It’s almost deleted.”

"I remember that"

"I remember too"

"Yes, I only read one page and I was deleted."

"It’s really a shady thing to think of it now. Wei’s death is not that simple.”

"I am so angry that someone who is so angry is actually so bad that someone wants to harm him?"

"No, I can't stand it. I have to ask Wei Dad to talk about killing Wei Dad. Who is it? I am killing him."

Excited

A lot of viewers who watched the live broadcast ran to the official website of the Beijing TV station.

The memorial service will be on site.

Wei’s younger brother is still jealous. “Who is this gang of **** who killed my brother?”

Zhang Wei and many people have seen it, the camera's lights are off, and it is clear that the live broadcast has stopped.

Wei Yingdao: "Uncle, useless, they are leaders, they are officials, we can't fight"

Wei’s sister’s sister broke out at this moment. “I’m not fighting, I’m not convinced, I’m not convinced. I don’t believe that no one can help us to talk about it. My brother can’t be white, can’t die.’

The scene is somewhat out of control

It took a long time, but the procedure to go is still going.

Seeing that the scene was a little calmer down, a staff member of the memorial service took the manuscript and read: "Below, please take the lead of Comrade Wei Jianguo, the director of the Beijing TV station art channel Wang Shuixin"

Wang Shui new?

Let him make a eulogy?

Hou Ge Xiao Lu, they all stunned, then their face was cold.

Zhang Yan’s eyes have also become a gap. I don’t think about it. Wang Shuixin loves a person who loves the limelight. He may be a good opportunity to show up. He is also the leader of Wei’s editor. It is also his coming. However, people who really understand the insiders feel that they are too ironic and angry. It is obvious that Wei Shui, who is killed by Wang Shui, is now letting him eulogize. Isn't this disgusting? Is this not to make Wei editors die after they die? Do you have anything to do with this?

Wang Shuixin felt that it didn't matter. He took the manuscript and walked up. He was already prepared in advance. These procedures seem to have been fixed by their TV station.

Xiao Lu whispered: "Old bastard"

Dafei was also angry. "He still has a face?"

"Do not worry, he will definitely go to **** after he dies" Hou Ge also cursed

Hu Fei can't even go on. He thinks that at this moment, even if you are a jerk, Wang Shuixin can't go to the eulogy? Do you still have any respect for the deceased? Do you still have any pity for the family of the deceased? Wei editor is dead, you still have to go to him and his family's wounds to salt? This is no longer a bastard. In Hu Fei’s opinion, he feels that Wang Shuixin has lost some of his most basic humanity.

Is it so important to show your face on TV?

After the death of a person, do you still have to revenge your son? Also disgusting Wei editor?

Perhaps you have never regarded Wei editor as a person in your heart, so this time you don’t feel guilty about it, and feel that there is no need to push it?

"What are you coming from?" Wei Ying was the first fire.

Wei’s younger brother obviously also knows that Wang Shuixin’s brother is dead, and his nose says: “You give me out and get out.”

Several staff members immediately came to dissuade.

"do not do that"

"The live broadcast will be restored soon"

"What could be misunderstood inside? Why are you?"

"You are all calm, let's talk about the memorial service."

Some of the family members who can edit Wei can't listen, and go up and push Wang Shuixin down.

Wang Shui new eyebrows, had to whisper a few words with the secretary next to him, then, I saw some TV station staff, Wang Shuixin's cronies and staff together to "wei" Wei Ying and Wei editor's family to the side, and finally The trick is to push them to the corner

This is the memorial service of Wei editor.

Actually, Wei’s family was blasted to the corner.

The other people who saw this scene saw the lungs blow up.

One of the leaders of the Beijing TV station did not seem to like this scene very much, but he also understood that there had been an accident in the live broadcast, and the following live broadcast certainly could not have a similar situation.

Live broadcast has restarted

The picture also gave Wang Shuixin, who took the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I am Wang Shuixin, the supervisor of Wei Jianguo." Wang Shuixin read the manuscript with pain and pain. "For the death of Comrade Wei Jianguo, it hurts me..."

Are you still sad?

Your heart hurts

But if you have a little conscience, you should not come up to speak.

Hou Ge wanted to go to fight with his sleeves, and he was quickly caught by his brother.

Xiao Lu took care of a move, "What about Teacher Zhang? Where did Teacher Zhang go?"

"I didn't see it." Dafei said strangely: "Just here still."

Not far away, Zhang Wei had gone to Wei Ying and others who had been pushed to the corner without any trace. He looked at Wei Ying and gently reached out and took Wei Ying's microphone.

Wei Ying stunned and looked at Zhang Wei deeply.

Zhang Wei also looked at her and smiled.

Wei Ying may have understood something and nodded slightly to him.

The people under the leadership of a Taiwanese saw it, and the look changed. "Mr. Zhang, what are you?"

Zhang Wei did not care about him, turned his head and stared at Wang Shuixin on the stage.

The people of several TV stations are also estimated to know Zhang Wei’s stinky temper and panic: "Mr. Zhang, don’t mess around, but this is nothing to do with the live broadcast." At the time of the silver microphone award, Zhang Wei As far as the language is surprisingly scary, many of the peers are shocked. The shock is not small. In the final analysis, the silver microphone awards are not publicly awarded. Even the recordings are not available, and there is also the Beijing Jinglian Competition. Deaf, that’s just a webcast, it’s not a big impact.

Can be live today

Still live on TV?

They didn't expect Zhang Wei to actually take a microphone away. Is this what it is?

There was a mess in the voice here, and many people noticed it. Everyone looked at Zhang Wei with a blank look. No one knows what Zhang Wei is.

"you……"

"Teacher Zhang……"

"You are asking..."

Nowadays, no one will doubt Zhang’s mouth and a pen. His mouth can kill people. His pen can kill people. Everyone knows Zhang’s ability.

A TV station person panicked: "Hurry up and grab the microphone back"

Wang Shuixin did not notice the following situation. He was still watching the manuscript. The camera was always facing him. "Wei Jianguo passed away, but..."

At this time, Zhang Hao had already opened the switch of the microphone, and coldly smiled and interrupted Wang Shui's new eulogy. "Uncle Wei, I was going to pass the ink treasure. I explained that the day gave him, but this tomorrow, change. Became forever, I owe Wei Shushu a poem, and today I will pay off my debts."

Wang Shui new fire: "I am getting the word, there is something for you for a while..."

Zhang Wei looked at Wang Shuixin. "Some people are alive, he is already dead."

Wang Shuixin lived, and the following eulogy was slammed into his mouth.

Regardless of the stunned eyes of the people around him, Zhang Wei walked step by step to Wei’s editor and gently said: “Some people are dead, he is still alive”

Is poetry

Modern poetry

Just opening these two sentences, let everyone take a sigh of relief

Wang Shui new anger, really did not expect Zhang Hao to come in the live broadcast, but also almost pointed to himself that he is alive but dead?

"Zhang Wei, you..." Wang Shuixin shouted.

Zhang Wei also looked at him, and coldly said: "Some people ride on the people's heads: Oh, how great I am," looked back at Wei's editor's body. "Some people, leaned down to the people to be cattle and horses." ”

The people at the scene are quiet.

All the viewers in front of the TV are also ignorant.

Zhang Wei knows that when he came out of this poem, he must have been unable to stay with the TV station, but he is not embarrassed. He has not been afraid of anything since he was young.

He stared at Wang Shuixin and laughed. "Some people carved their names into the stone and thought it was 'immortal.'" The smile was heavy. "Some people would like to be weeds and wait for the fire in the ground."

"Some people, if he lives, others can't live."

"Some people, he lives to live better for the majority."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hao’s tone suddenly became angry, and the speed of speech suddenly rose. The rest of the words were almost continuously shouted without stopping. “On the head of the people, the people wrestle him to the people. The people always remember that he carved his name into the stone. The name is older than the corpse. As long as the spring breeze blows, there is a green grass everywhere. He can live without others. He can live to see the majority. People who live better..."

The speed of speech suddenly slowed down. Zhang Wei looked at Wang Shuixin, but his hand pointed to the body of Wei’s editor. One finger pointed: “The masses raised him very high, very high”