Brothers, now the number of hits is 5033, the collection room is 131, not far from 5200 and 150, move your little hands!! Yunmo sincerely thanks!

At the end of the dinner, Meng Zuo's hanging heart also relaxed, and he rushed to ask to wash the dishes, so that he could not see Aiqiqi's death gaze.

Ai Qiqi was very satisfied tonight, Meng Zuo's performance was not bad, and she also had a free hearty dinner, and her road to saving money to buy a villa was a small step closer.

After washing the dishes, Meng Zuo came to the sofa and looked at Hu Lao with a serious expression.

"Elder Hu, I have prepared a gift for you. ”

"Oh?" Hu Lao didn't directly refuse, he felt that Meng Zuo was very smart and didn't know how to give him ordinary things, so he thought about it, and then said, "You want to perform a song?"

Meng Zuo nodded in surprise.

"Let me guess, is it the song you sang during the third recording?" Hu Lao saw that he guessed correctly, and felt that he had a fate with Meng Zuo, so he continued to deduce.

(Let me explain here, I haven't written about the situation of the third recording, I haven't forgotten it, it's deliberate, and the song that Meng Zuo sang when the third recording was recorded will be revealed later.)

What?

Let's talk about it...... ）

"That's not it, since it's for you, of course it can't be something I've already performed, I recently wrote a song, I think it's quite suitable for you, and I want to give it to you. Meng Zuo's face was sincere.

It's not wrong to say that it is to repay Hu Lao's kindness, but Meng Zuo still has a careful thought, he is not well-known now, but if Hu Lao is asked to post a song, and then compose, arrange, and lyrics are Meng Zuo, won't it make himself famous on the side?

Hu Lao didn't think about it so much, but he was also a little surprised: "You have to write a song almost every week or two now, and I didn't ask you if you were ready for the song of the competition, and you actually wrote me a song?"

Meng Zuo smiled calmly, and he must not be stunned at this time: "Don't worry, Old Hu, I am sure of the game." ”

"Okay, let me hear that. Hu Lao nodded, he had already heard three songs sung by Meng Zuo ("I Am a Little Bird", "Sailor", and one was sung during the third recording, and now the author and readers don't know what it is), all of which are god-like works, making him look forward to the songs that Meng Zuo brought him tonight.

But Meng Zuo looked a little at a loss.

Hu Lao patted his head: "Hey, look at my brain, I forgot that you don't have a musical instrument, wait, I'll get you a guitar!"

"No, no, no!" Meng Zuo hurriedly stopped, "Old Hu, I do need a musical instrument, but it's not a guitar, it's a piano. ”

"You can also play the piano?" This sentence comes from Ai Qiqi, she is not like Hu Lao, she knows that Meng Zuo can play any instrument.

"Hey, hey, a little. Meng Zuo was starting to get a little nervous again.

"It's not just a little bit of a meeting, Xiao Meng, you are too modest. Hu Lao came back from his stunned state, "Qiqi, you weren't there during Xiao Meng's interview, he said something at the time, I still remember it." ”

"What did you say?" asked Aqiki in passing.

"He says all his instruments do. When Hu Lao said this, he was a little proud, as if he remembered himself who was also proud when he was young.

"Just listen to him!" Akiki shook her head disdainfully, she didn't think one person could practice a bunch of instruments, except for her uncle.

"This kid, you still don't believe it!" Hu Lao smiled helplessly, "Xiao Meng, go, show us a hand." ”

"Delle!" Meng Zuo walked over with Hu Lao.

Ai Qiqi leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and followed after a while.

Hu Lao's instrument library is underground, but only the piano is by the window in the upstairs room. Because playing the piano upstairs and watching the scenery outside the window will make him feel comfortable and comfortable.

Today, the person sitting next to the piano has changed, and he will fill the history of this piano with a brilliant brushstroke.

Meng Zuo sat down at the piano and got into the groove.

He originally majored in piano when he was studying abroad in college, and the guitar is at most a second instrument, but because the guitar is more suitable for a few popular songs he picked, and the guitar is more convenient, he chose the guitar, but today, he can finally touch the familiar piano keys and return to his old job.

Ai Qiqi always didn't deal with Meng Zuo, but every time he sang, Ai Qiqi always listened carefully and never interrupted, because Meng Zuo's voice had a peculiar charm that attracted him very much.

Why do I look so closely that I feel that he is more handsome? And his voice, which now seems to sound better and more magnetic...... Oh my God, I'm not going to like this stinky brother, am I?

Thinking of this, Ai Qiqi's face turned pink, lowered her head, and stopped looking at Meng Zuo.

Hu Lao and Ai Qiqi sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Meng Zuo's performance.

"Hu Lao, this song, I named him "Song for Myself". Meng Zuo said solemnly.

This song was not fished out of the prize pool, but because I really liked it, I remember it very well. One of his favorite singers is Li Zongsheng, and among Li Zongsheng's songs, his favorite is this one.

Today, he wants to make this song come back to the rivers and lakes.

His hands are on the keys, and at this moment, he seems to be one with the piano, feeling the presence of the piano and brewing his feelings.

The other two people present followed Meng Zuo into the state, which was a deep feeling of experiencing all kinds of life situations.

It's the vicissitudes of life.

Meng Zuo's mind imagined the feelings of this song, and his mind flashed the scenes of the past, happy, sad, surprised, scared, ups and downs, life was full of states, like a slowed down animation, turning over frame by frame, turning to the end, only a piano and a self were left in his mind.

He walked to the piano, sat down, stroked the keys, and reminisced about his life.

It's introspection.

Emotions brewed to the extreme, and Meng Zuo's consciousness returned to the piano.

He began to bounce.

He plays very slowly and steadily, and the sound of each key is intoxicating and mesmerizing. He seems to want everyone to feel that the memories that belong to him, the life that belongs to him.

Ai Qiqi didn't know why, she listened to this prelude, and the originally high emotions in her heart suddenly calmed down, she felt more and more that Meng Zuo was a man with a story, she wanted to hear it, listen to his story.

Hu Lao also became more serious, he knew that Meng Zuo would not let him down, but he faintly felt that this song was probably a little different, it might surpass all the songs that Meng Zuo had sung before.

This prelude, Meng Zuo played very carefully and gently, he was looking at his past self from a third-person perspective, looking at the stupid things he had done before, and he was powerless to change it.

Although he played slowly, the intro was less than twenty seconds.

His hand paused, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The next moment, the sound of the piano sounded again, but this time, along with the sound of the piano, there was also Meng Zuo's singing.