Chapter 164: A diary weathered by time, prose poems written by the father.

As soon as Wang Yueheng started broadcasting.

Tens of thousands of people flooded into the live stream room in an instant.

Thanks to the powerful promotion of Douyin (TikTok), it took less than a minute.

The number of viewers in the live stream quickly rose to over 100,000.

And it continues to grow rapidly in the hundreds of thousands.

"Uncle, this is Yue Heng's live stream room."

"Look, so many people are his fans!"

Liu Wanrong, who was standing nearby, immediately took out her phone, opened the live stream, and handed it to Wang Dongming, who was still in a daze.

Watching his son's image on the screen in the live stream.

Then I looked at the 100,000+ online users in the upper right corner.

Wang Dongming rubbed his eyes in confusion, thinking he had misread it.

On the screen, Wang Yueheng was sitting in front of him with a smile on his face.

Gifts of all kinds flew by as if they were free.

Wang Dongming, who used to frequently use hand-shaking techniques before his fall, was very familiar with the live-streaming interface of hand-shaking.

Such a high-profile scene can only be seen in the live broadcast rooms of top internet celebrities.

"How is this possible..."

Wang Dongming watched the live stream on his phone.

They were once again plunged into astonishment.

Is my son really that famous?

"What day is it? Why is Yue Hengju doing a live stream this morning?"

"Judging from the background, this looks like a hospital room?"

"No way? Brother Yue Heng is in the hospital? Is it serious?!"

"Holy crap, which hospital is this? Is it serious?"...

Notice the medical equipment and white hospital bed behind Wang Yueheng.

In the live stream, comments filled the chat, mistakenly believing that Wang Yueheng was sick and hospitalized.

"Thank you for your concern. Please don't misunderstand, I am not hospitalized."

"This is my father. He has just recovered from a serious illness, and I brought him here to introduce him to everyone!"

As he spoke, Wang Yueheng raised his phone, allowing his father and himself to appear together in the live stream.

"Wow, it's Uncle!"

"Uncle is so handsome!"

"May you be well, Uncle!"

"Uncle, is your family still looking for a daughter-in-law?"

"Dad, I'm your long-lost daughter!"

"I can warm your bed and cook, please take me in, Uncle!"

Upon seeing Wang Yueheng's father for the first time, fans in the live stream flooded the chat with greetings.

Many female fans took the opportunity to grope and tease him.

"This...this..."

"Why are so many people inside still calling for my dad?"

Wang Dongming looked up and asked Wang Yueheng with a surprised expression.

Nurse Liu Wanrong covered her mouth and chuckled.

These jokes from netizens completely baffled Wang Yueheng's father.

"Let's get serious. My dad doesn't use the internet much, so he doesn't understand your jokes."

Wang Yueheng put his phone away, looked at the screen, and smiled.

“My father fell while working on a construction site and has been in a coma ever since, remaining in a vegetative state.”

"Fortunately, thanks to the hospital's excellent care, he just woke up this morning."

“When he first heard me sing, I was still busking on the street.”

"He said he didn't quite believe I could attract so many fans with my singing."

"So, since I have some time today, I'd like to sing a couple of songs for my dad in the live stream."

"I've never sung a song for my father in person before, so this is my way of making up for what I owe him..."

As he spoke, Wang Yueheng got up and picked up the somewhat dusty guitar from the wall of the ward.

This guitar was the cheap one he used when he was busking on the street.

When my father's hospital room was moved, I brought it with me.

As he picked up the guitar, he suddenly noticed something.

On the table next to him were his father's personal belongings.