In his previous life, Guo Xing's favorite song was Daojun's "Love Song of the West Sea", when he was in his senior year, he overheard it and was instantly moved.

The poignant love story is melodious and melodious interpreted by Daojun, and the rough tenderness is from far to near, like water and line, and it continues.

After that, Zhuo Yang Zhuoma sang a cover, but it was another kind of quiet telling, and the magnetic mezzo-soprano spoke eloquently, like a grudge and a mourning.

Tonglaag is the Ulan shepherd mezzo-soprano, and if she interprets it, I don't know what kind of poignancy it will be.

It will take a few years for this song to come out, and Guo Xing made this decision in order to reverse the embarrassment of the wine table, and he couldn't stand Daojun......

After pondering for a moment, he said shamelessly: "I don't have all five notes, in order to make up for my regrets, I wrote a song by myself, take it out tonight, and let the singer replace me, I don't know what to do?"

Hudaye and all the beauties were surprised, and the fortune teller would also write lyrics and compose music, drunk?

Thinking of watching jokes, everyone agreed to Guo Xing's proposal.

Hudaye smiled and said, "Okay, you go and teach the singer and the pianist, let's drink first." ”

Guo Xing got up and left the table, and the toast behind him rose again, instantly forgetting what Guo Xinggang said.

Guo Xing wrote down the lyrics, and after experiencing the influence of infinite single cycles, the lyrics are already familiar to him.

The tune can only be hummed, but fortunately, the pianoist has a good sense of musicality, and after a few times, he writes and draws on the paper and composes the tune.

In the process of practicing, Tonglaag and the violinist have been deeply shocked by the lyrics and songs, especially Tonglaag, who sang in a low voice, and the touching poignancy has quietly poured into her soul.

When he was ready, Guo Xing returned to the wine table, and everyone's attention was pulled back.

"Xiao Guo, I figured it out, are you going to hide from alcohol or pick up a conversation? The sweatshirt beauty seemed to have seen through Guo Xing's trick, and said with her chin cocked.

As she reminded her, Hudaye seemed to agree with this view.

"Xiao Guo, should you be fined three glasses of wine?"

"Sister Hu, don't be in a hurry to drink, after you listen to this song, how about I admit punishment?" Guo Xing turned out everyone's memories, he was going to teach, not to hide from wine, and not to pick up girls.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano had risen, and the melodious, desolate and pathetic melody instantly grabbed everyone's ears.

The prelude, the tongrag's rich alto begins:

Since you left

Since then, I have lost my gentleness

……

Tunglaag burst into tears, his singing voice was like a cry, which was moving, and the mellow and magnetic sound of heaven made the listener feel like he was intoxicated.

“…… I remember that you promised me that I wouldn't let me find you, but you flew so far with the migratory birds returning south......"

The call from the depths of life sings in the vast world. The vast and long alto vividly interprets the poignant love.

Hudaye cried, the girl in the sweatshirt cried, and even Wang Er's dazzling circles were a little ruddy.

The sad words, the sad melody, and the rich voice are always touching the soft and fragile side of the heart from beginning to end.

When the song sounded, it seemed to see a lonely and weak figure in the snowy mountains calling for his lover who had gone away to return to the past.

That kind of voice, calling for love, is also comforting love.

Tongraag sang poignantly, sang about the vicissitudes of life, and stayed in the Dalat private room with a blank and melancholy.

Hudaye sobbed and waited persistently, like a kite with a broken string, unable to pull it back.

A "Love Song of the West Sea" made the originally joyful atmosphere become gloomy, there was no noise, there was more heavy breathing, and everyone tried to calm down their emotions......

Guo Xing said in a deep voice: "Let's salute the sacred love with a glass of wine and drink it full." ”

After speaking, without waiting for everyone, Guo Xing drank the wine dry and swallowed the feelings.

Wang Eryao was silent, also picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank dry.

Hudaye took a deep breath and said, "Drink ......"

At the end of the song, everyone here lost the elegance of drinking, and had a strong sense of sadness, which stirred their hearts.

At this time, the ponytail beauty looked at Guo Xing, and stopped talking, but just picked up the wine glass and said, "I toast you." One sentence is enough, and there is no need to repeat it.

The rest also responded, and they raised their glasses to invite.

Guo Xing clinked glasses one by one, drank a glass of wine together, and fell silent again.

Guo Xing's shock to them is indigestible, can write such a poignant love, is it his experience as a student?

Why can a young man who is obviously full of squinting eyes be able to write holy and towering love? Why can a young man who is obviously full of meat words write lingering and sympathetic words?

They didn't understand, and neither did Tunglaag, she knew the boy, Yang Ke's death, he was the executioner, she always thought so.

But tonight, a "Love Song of the West Sea" came from an executioner, and the song depicts a heart-wrenching, tactful and desolate story, which can't be overlapped with him. Could it be that Yang Xuexue's death was not his doing?

Tonglaag walked up to Guo Xing, poured himself a glass of wine, and sang a toast, his cheerful singing diluting his sadness.

"Guo Xing, this glass of wine is for you, and I wish you happiness and health under the protection of the Immortal Heaven. Tunglaag bowed, raised his hands above his head, and handed the glass to Guo Xing.

Guo Xing took the wine glass, thanked him, and handed the wine glass back after drinking.

Tonglag was a little shy and said, "This lyric song is so good, can you give me permission to sing it?"

Guo Xingleng, is there still a sense of copyright these days? He is all misappropriation, how can he be embarrassed to be the master of authorization?

"This ...... Well...... If you like it, sing it. ”

It's not that Guo Xing is generous, it's really shameless, and it's embarrassing to pretend to be Daojun, so it's embarrassing to ask for it.

Tonggra pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "Such a good song, I don't dare to take it for nothing, I'll go to you tomorrow, how about it?" This is the rhythm of the face-to-face detailed discussion.

Guo Xing pushed it, but Tonggrag didn't want to take it for nothing, so he couldn't help it, so he had to tell her the address and make an appointment.

She thought further than she could, and when she sang the song, she had already made the decision to get written authorization anyway, if possible.

The dinner was coming to an end, Hudaya and the others lost interest, and everyone toasted.

Before going out, Huda Ye grabbed Guo Xing's arm, a little drunk.

"Xiao Guo, you...... It's really capable, a song, and ...... Won a lot of hearts. ”

The scorching wine sprayed on Guo Xing's face, Huda Ye was nearly one meter seven tall, tall and enchanting, and was spit out by this, Rao is a middle-aged Guo Xing, who is also emotionally ape-like.

Sister Hu laughed, everyone wanted to liven up the atmosphere, that's all. ”

Hudaye raised her chin and said drunkenly: "Maybe, alas~ The age is not the same, otherwise they are a few of them, and their families are good, but ...... It's a pity. ”

“……”

Guo Xing didn't speak, but carried Huda Ye to the car, and the main driver, a man who was nearly thirty years old, glanced at Guo Xing and drove away from the distant hotel.

The sweatshirt girl and the others got into the car separately, and the motor roared and disappeared in an instant.

Only Wang Eryao was waiting for Guo Xing, Santana was quietly parked at the door of the hotel, and a beautiful young woman in the cab watched Guo Xing get into the car with a smile.

Wang Eryao said abruptly: "This is Manager Zhang of the bathing city, come and pick us up." ”

Guo Xing nodded in gratitude.

Manager Zhang was dressed in black professional clothes, wrapped his body tightly, exquisitely clear, exuding maturity, teasing Guo Xing's nerves, alas, you can't drink, drunk sows have double eyelids......