The third is more !! brothers, there are still thirty clicks left, and now the collection is only fifteen, can you order another collection?

It is a newly built villa area with very few occupancy.

Tonight, there's something amazing here.

Meng Zuo took a deep breath and performed the song in front of Hu Lao and the others.

"A Song for Myself".

The title of this song is called like this, maybe Li seniors also had his own experience, but Meng Zuo didn't know, he just wanted to present this classic perfectly.

"I thought about it, but I couldn't get it

What do you have to say?

It should be reluctant

Just talking nonsense about the past.

Wait until you find out that time is a thief

It has long since stolen all your options

Love is nothing but a high fever

Missing is followed by a cough ......"

Meng Zuo's voice was very hoarse, I don't know if it was deliberate, or if he didn't open his throat just after eating.

After singing these few words, Ai Qiqi didn't react much, and Hu Lao was stunned.

He has lived for more than 40 years, and he has experienced more things than the two juniors, and after these few lyrics, he can't help but think of the feelings he once had.

The piano continued to play, and Meng Zuo closed his eyes and continued to sing.

"It's unforgivable

But it can't be stopped

Hatred climbs over the wall at night

It's empty

It's buzzing

Who put a cold gun in your heart......"

......

"Hu Yisheng, I hate you!" the girl said with tears in her eyes, trembling, and then turned away and walked away.

As a junior, he stood there dumbfounded, his neck still bearing the kiss marks from last night.

It was he who was wrong, he had nothing to say.

......

"The vows of an old love

It's like a slap in the face

Every time you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face

And then it didn't smell for years

I can't smell a woman!"

Meng Zuo's voice suddenly raised its head.

......

He graduated, he joined East China Media, obscure, but at least it was a very good company.

Occasionally, he would miss the old days, and he would also think of his former classmates, his former life, and her.

Where is she?

He didn't know it for a long time.

He remembered that they had been in every corner of the campus, holding hands, kissing, and vows.

Oh, immature and beautiful.

They sat under the corridor for a long time, from afternoon to evening, never feeling tired or satisfied.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the figures are shaking.

But now?

Maybe it's all over.

His heart hurts, but there is nothing he can do.

......

Meng Zuo's voice went low again.

"The past is not like smoke

Oh, yes

Nor is it a virtue to remember the old in love

It's a pity that love is not like writing songs

No matter how serious you are, you can't make it a style

I ask you who you have seen and missed

It doesn't matter if you're a repeat offender or have no criminal record

The only thing I know is the one who has been together for a long time

I've never seen it for a long time!"

......

He is almost thirty years old, and he has been in the art for more than seven years, he is loved, and every time he gets off the plane in a hurry, he will be picked up by fans, he is very famous.

Every time there is a concert, the audience will shout, Brother Yisheng, I love you, and there will always be countless fluorescent signs of "Love Yisheng, Love for Life" swaying back and forth below, forming a sea of light.

But I always couldn't sleep, and I was alone until the early hours of the morning.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just couldn't sleep.

He's going to be thirty years old, but he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. It stands to reason that this is not strange in the entertainment industry, but he really wants to let his soul have a home.

A long time ago, it seems that there were.

He picked up his phone and unconsciously clicked on the phone book, where there was still her number.

He looked at it for a long time, then finally put down his phone and closed his eyes.

Forget it.

......

Meng Zuo played, he raised his head and looked directly in front of the piano stand, there was only a white wall, but in Meng Zuo's eyes, it didn't seem to be, he was talking, introspecting.

"Don't rush the years

I don't push what should come

It's time to pay it back

I will give what should be given

Don't rush the years

I don't chase if I go far

I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it."

Meng Zuo took a deep breath and tilted his head, as if questioning the heavens, as if questioning himself.

"Can anyone tell me what it is

His love

In the heart

Buried

Smoothed

It's been a few years

There's still a lot of power!"

The corners of Hu Lao's eyes turned red, and tears came out of his eyes.

......

He is forty years old, and after so many years in the entertainment industry, he is a little tired, and he wants to retire.

But the entertainment industry is like rivers and lakes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, how can he retreat?

He was lucky enough to become the youth of a generation.

He still has a lot of fans, but few people call him Brother Yisheng, and now he is an uncle. I remember that when I went grocery shopping a few days ago, a child actually called him grandpa.

Haha, little ghost.

He didn't feel awkward, but thought the child was cute.

He is still not in love, although the entertainment paparazzi have made up a lot of scandals.

He can't forget, he can't forget the feelings he had, he can't forget the wrong things he did that night, every time he thinks about it, he feels sad, he thinks that time can erase all this.

But he regretted it, and he kept regretting it.

His fans jokingly call him an old man with an ice heart, describing himself as never in love.

But he knows that somewhere in the world, a woman about his age, watching Weibo and watching TV, will only scoff at him and think he is a playboy.

And this woman is exactly the person he cares about the most.

There are always some things that time alone can't erase.

......

"It's unforgivable

But it can't be stopped

Love goes over the wall at night

It's empty

It's buzzing

Who put a cold gun in your heart

The vows of old love are like a slap in the face

Every time you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face

And then it didn't smell for years

I can't smell a woman

And then it didn't smell for years

I can't smell a woman!"

Meng Zuo's voice was even hoarse, he was hoarse, and he tried his best to restrain his emotions, his hands slowed down, and the song played to the last stanza.

His voice was lowered, not like he was singing, but like he was whispering.

"I thought about it, but I couldn't get it

What do you have to say?

I thought about it, but I couldn't get it

There is no wise man in love. ”

A tear slid down Meng Zuo's cheek to his chin and finally fell to the piano keys, splashing aside.

Meng Zuo didn't have that much experience, but he had a heart to feel the songs and the emotions of the singers. His voice blends into the sound of the piano, becoming one, and the hoarse singing voice and mellow sound of the piano give birth to this sad melody. He didn't know exactly what the singer had been through, but he was able to express his strength with force.

He did not accept a similar reality, but he realized the musical work perfectly.

At least he's satisfied.

He sat at the piano and didn't move for a moment, he was too deep into the play to get out of it immediately.

Also did not turn off the music, and the two people next to the bed.

Especially the gray-haired old man, who couldn't cry at this time.

In the silence of the night, in the empty villa area, a villa was lit up with brilliant lights, but there was no sound.

No birds, no cicadas.

Only the sound of the piano that had just ended, seemed to still surround the room, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.