Chapter 239

"I don't like it, I haven't even listened to it, but I heard many elderly people like it very much!"

"Is that so?" Grandma nodded, her face already blooming with smiles.

"Since my granddaughter is so filial, let's listen to it."

Mom and Dad were also full of relief.

My daughter has grown up, she knows how to be filial to the elderly.

As the girl pressed play, a sad suona sound suddenly rang out in the living room from the Bluetooth speaker.

A moment later, Grandma's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Old man~~~ why did you leave so early?!"

Grandpa hugged her.

"Old woman, how could you walk before me?"

Mom and Dad: "My father~~~ my mother~~~~"

In a square, the aunties who are old in age but young in heart had already set up their formation.

Preparing to show their beautiful dance moves in front of the many old men who were walking birds, walking dogs, and taking walks.

Just then, a young man ran over in a hurry.

"Grandma, Grandma, I brought that piece over."

"Is that so?" An old lady was overjoyed.

She clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Sisters, let's practice a new piece today."

"They say it was written specifically for us elderly people, it's called 'Peaceful Road', my grandson just sent it over!"

"How about we practice this today?"

"Once we practice it well, we'll go PK with the West Square, we'll definitely win by surprise!"

"Good!" The sister group shouted in unison, attracting the attention of a group of old men.

Some people talked all at once.

"Look at Aunt Liu's grandson, so filial, he even prepared a piece for us."

"Yeah, yeah, my grandson just shouts about eating chicken every day, but I made him saliva chicken, and he actually disliked it."

"'Peaceful Road'... good name, one listen and you know it's wishing us peace, good piece!"

The little grandson pressed play happily.

Instantly, from the big loudspeaker dedicated to square dancing, a sad suona sound came out.

That suona sound was miserable and resentful, like crying, and like complaining.

Following the suona sound, the entire square was shrouded in a sad atmosphere, and it seemed like cold winds were blowing.

"I always feel... it seems something is not quite right..."

Su Meng touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

A group of people also looked at each other, feeling that this matter was really strange.

A funeral suona piece could actually suppress the world?

Thinking for a long time, Su Meng couldn't figure out why.

"Forget it, don't think about it."

"Xiao Yan, post a message on my Weibo, saying that I will livestream to bring goods tomorrow."

"Call on fans to come and support."

"Hmm... after posting, just go to sleep."

"Everyone has worked hard rehearsing these few days, turn off your phones in a while, and have a beautiful sleep."

"Recharge your energy, we have to sell goods tomorrow!"

Boss Yang and Liu Tianxian looked at each other and suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Tianxian, our Reba is your fan, she's been clamoring to see you, should I make an appointment for tomorrow?"

"Okay, okay, I've long heard of Reba's name, I also want to get to know her."

Xiao Yueyue raised his hand weakly.

"That... Little Junior Uncle... I have a performance at Guangde Building tomorrow..."

"Cough cough cough... Tianxian, didn't you work with Reba before?"

"Get lost!"

"Okay~~~"

"Virtue!" Deng Deng Ziqi glared at them and said righteously.

"Isn't it just selling pork? I'll accompany you tomorrow!"

"But... you have to write me a song..."

"Su Meng?"

In the living room, accompanied by the flying feathers of a feather duster, came a roar.

"Su Meng?"

In the square, the voices of countless people merged into a rolling torrent.

"Su Meng?"

In the park, many old men wearing practice clothes, holding swords in their hands, were murderous.

"Su Meng?"

In the nursing home, a group of old men and women blocked the door of the broadcast room and roared in unison.

Across the land, countless same voices rang out.

Accompanied by crying, someone finally couldn't hold up under the beating and confessed.

"Tomorrow... Su Meng will livestream..."

Livestream?

Light shot from the eyes of a group of old men and women...