"I'm trying my best to be affectionate. ”

"Until that day. ”

"Your clothes are shabby. ”

And the singing is gentle. ”

"Drift around aimlessly with me. ”

"My back is like a barren hill. ”

And you smile and shake your head. ”

"Think of it as the whole universe. ”

Li Xuan sat on a chair and sang this song with his eyes closed, and the onlookers quieted down, and their hands followed Li Xuan's singing, slowly swinging rhythmically.

Ming Yan and the three of them were playing to him next to him, and Ming Yan would occasionally join the tone, everything was so beautiful.

The years are quiet in her singing, which is vividly embodied, beautiful and sweet, it is the same that specifically describes her, Ming Yan looked at her side face, and suddenly fell into a trance, Li Xuan's slowly turned into Li Zhien's appearance, Ming Yan was stunned, and quickly shook his head.

It's too, Ming Yan would unconsciously think of Li Zhien, no, no, no, it's mint, it's been almost a week, and the two still haven't been in touch.

It seems that she is really in the sweetness of love, Li Xuan finished singing this song, which is also the last song today, in the reluctance of the audience (mainly Li Xuan, who is reluctant. Mingyan and the others said goodbye to the audience.

It's like this every time, after singing, Ming Yan doesn't know why he is always more tired than usual, sitting on the stone steps, Ming Yan took out a cigarette, lit one, and swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog.

Wang Dawei also sat over and looked at Ming Yan: "What's the matter, you've been in a bad mood for the past two days?"

"Is there one?"

Wang Dawei nodded.

"I don't know, many people say that I have changed in the past two days, but I don't know where I have changed. Ming Yan flicked the ashes of his cigarette.

"Did something happen recently?" Wang Dawei also took out his cigarette.

Ming Yan thought for a moment: "No." ”

"Then I don't know about you. Wang Dawei exhaled a puff of cigarette.

Shaking his head, is it because of mint? Ming Yan thought to himself.

Looking at the surface of the moat, there was no ripple in the calm, and the river reflected the bustling lights of the commercial street opposite, and some noisy sounds were heard in the distance.

Ming Yan stepped on the cigarette and stood up, "I'm going to clean up, I want to go back early today." ”

After speaking, Ming Yan walked to the instrument and cleaned it up.

............

Recently, because of the autumn, the temperature at night is not as hot as before, and after Ming Yan sent Li Xuan, he walked on the way home.

Back home, Ming Yan opened the mailbox door, it was empty, Ming Yan took a look, closed the mailbox door, Ming Yan had a feeling of gain and loss, really a little unaccustomed to it, it used to be at most a week without a letter, now it's almost two weeks, still haven't come, Ming Yan actually doesn't want to guess, but the head will unconsciously think, is it mint annoying? don't want to reply to me, or ...... His boyfriend found out about their mutual letters, so he didn't let Mint write letters?

Regretful Ming Yan, opened the door and walked in, the empty house, suddenly Ming Yan fell into the same feeling as before, and a sense of loneliness came to his heart.

When he came to the kitchen, Ming Yan opened the refrigerator and took a look, he hadn't been to the supermarket for a long time, and the refrigerator at home was empty, so he took two bags of instant noodles out and closed the refrigerator.

I'll have a bowl of noodles for supper today.

I filled the pot with water, turned on the fire and boiled it, and the water opened the inkstone and put the noodles, and it didn't take long for a bowl of steaming noodles to come out.

Holding the noodles on the computer desk, Ming Yan opened the music player on the computer, found IU's songs, and listened to them one by one.

Soon the noodles were sucked up, and I only listened to two or three songs, but after only listening to two or three songs, Ming Yan felt it, IU sang uh...... In layman's terms, it is not as good as Li Xuan's singing, whether in terms of timbre or others.

"Mint, you still have to practice. Ming Yan said after drinking the noodle soup.

Ming Yan has heard a lot of people who sing very well, if a person's voice can't compare to those who were born to be singers, then they have to think of ways from other aspects, such as style, singing, and production......

If you don't have excellent business ability, you will be trampled on by those who come from behind, which is cruel to say, but the entertainment industry is like this, there are many people who are better than you and those who are more talented than you, and if you want to stand out from those people, you have to pay more than them.

Ming Yan closed the song, opened the webpage, searched for Li Zhien, and found a variety show she had been on, which seemed to have a video of her singing, and clicked on it to take a look.

"Oh, yes, this treble has gone up. Ming Yan said as he listened.

After singing the high notes, Ming Yan shook his head, it's a pity, one of the three trebles just now ran a little away, but overall it was good.

However, why did she look like this before, it was much worse than it does now.

............

After watching it for a while, Ming Yan turned off the computer, he felt that he had seen too much, and promised Mint to remain mysterious, and he already knew who she was in advance, so he still didn't watch so much.

Ming Yan, who was idle, began to think about why Mint didn't write to him, whether he wanted to write a letter to her, but it was usually Mint who wrote to Ming Yan, I suddenly wrote a letter, what should I write?

Ming Yan made a difficulty, what reason did he find?

Ming Yan took out a blank piece of stationery, stared at it, and was stunned.

After thinking for a while, Ming Yan tentatively wrote on the paper.

"Miss Mint

Haven't you been particularly busy lately, I haven't written from you, I haven't written to you for so long, in fact, I don't have anything to tell you, I just want to know, is it your boyfriend, won't let you write to me............"

"Ah, what did I write? Ming Yan crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash.

He took out a piece of paper again and wrote.

"Hi, mint.

What have you been busy with lately? Why don't you write anymore, is it your boyfriend ......?"

Ming Yan stopped writing, what the hell, how can she get her boyfriend every time, and crumpled this letter again.

"Miss Mint.

Have you eaten well lately?"

"Miss Mint.

Why didn't you reply to me?"

"Miss Mint ......"

...............

Ming Yan got all the waste manuscripts written on the table to the ground, and scattered the letter paper all over the ground, and there was no one that could be used.

It's over, Ming Yan found that she didn't seem to take the initiative to write a letter to Mint, she couldn't write well, and she always mentioned her boyfriend off-track, what's wrong with herself?

Could it be ......

Is it jealousy? Or is it ......

"Am I jealous?"