I have to say that the professional is still professional.,This microphone comes with a sound card.,Hong Que followed the instructions and then downloaded the driver.,That's according to their own high and low tones.,Begin to slowly adjust the data。

All this was seen by Chen Qingzhu, and I have to say that the scene in front of her was shocking to her, whether it was high or low, Hong Que's timbre was perfect.

Don't think that singing with professional equipment can be good, in fact, this thing is infinitely amplified sound characteristics, while amplifying the advantages and disadvantages are also amplified, and the timbre and pitch of the Hong Que are like the existence of a treasure.

Coupled with the background of being a student of the Conservatory of Music in his previous life, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is natural to put it out through the microphone.

This guy should be good at singing.

For a moment, Chen Qingzhu wanted Hong Que to sing a song to himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was a little woman, so he couldn't help it.

It's just that I wonder a little in my heart, you sing so well, why haven't you sung to me before?

By now, in fact, Chen Qingzhu's mentality has changed a lot, and even she doesn't know that she doesn't just regard Hong Que as a fake marriage object.

When dealing with Hong Que, there are also some emotional fluctuations, such as the current mentality, which is the mentality that she couldn't have before.

Chen Qingzhu suddenly found that this guy Hong Que was like a treasure, and he didn't look like much on weekdays, but he would give you a surprise if he was cold.

From the oak tree, to the good dishes that he praised, to the voice that can be called heavenly, the devil knows if he has anything to hide.

Sometimes she was shocked and a little numb, at first Chen Qingzhu was still skeptical about whether Hong Que could write to the oak tree, but now, she can already accept the reality that Hong Que sings well.

Hong Que took the guitar on the side and began to try the tone, I have to say that Chen Qingzhu is really a little rich woman, even if it is a guitar hanging in the study as an ornament, the quality is even higher.

It can even be said that Hong Que had never played a guitar of this quality in his previous life, and his slender fingers gently plucked on the guitar, slowly adjusting the tone.

Maybe it was because the situation these days was too bizarre, or maybe it was this high-quality guitar that made Hong Que a little carried away, so he didn't notice that Chen Qingzhu was standing on the side looking at him at this time, but played the guitar there by himself.

When the indifferent tone of the guitar sounded in the room, she found a place to sit down, holding her chin, and looked at the Hong Que who was gently playing the guitar with her eyes closed.

This tune is very unfamiliar, Chen Qingzhu can be sure that he has definitely not heard this song, so in other words, this tune was written by himself?

I wonder if there will be a song?

Just when Chen Qingzhu was pondering, Hong Que had already opened his mouth, and his slightly sad and lazy voice instantly pulled Chen Qingzhu's emotions into the song, and he couldn't take his eyes off Hong Que who was playing the guitar seriously.

"You're in the southern sun, and the snow is falling.

I am in the cold night in the north, and the four seasons are like spring.

If it's too late before dark, I'm going to forget your eyes.

Extremely poor in life, I can't finish a dream. ”

It was only four paragraphs, which made Chen Qingzhu a little haunted, and she was sure that she must have never heard this song.

So, this song was also written by Hong Que himself? As far as I listened, the quality of this song is definitely the best choice, and Hong Que still has this strength?

And when Chen Qingzhu was thinking nonsense, Hong Que continued to play and sing.

"He no longer talks to anyone about the islands of encounter,

Because my heart has long been deserted.

He can't hold a home in his heart,

Be a mute who only lies to yourself. ”

Chen Qingzhu's eyes were a little confused, this lyric seemed to mean something else, and he couldn't pretend to be a home in his heart, and be a dumb person who only lied to himself?

Isn't this just himself? He himself is an orphan, he grew up in an orphanage, and he was finally adopted, and his family and himself are constantly making things difficult for him.

"He said that you are all praised,

Not as good as the first time he met you,

Time lingers and there is nothing to be done. ”

I don't know why Chen Qingzhu's face turned a little red, no, did this guy like me when he first met me?

It has to be said that women's imagination is definitely much stronger than men's to some extent.

At this time, Chen Qingzhu had already made up 10,000 big dramas in her mind, and a sad, dramatic life appeared in front of her eyes.

She began to think about the problem from the perspective of Hong Que, and the lyrics of the song itself have a certain associative space, and she brought in the identity of Hong Que to think.

I can't help but be a little intoxicated by this ballad.

"If all the lands are connected.

Embark on a lifetime just to embrace you

Drunk his dreams, good night. ”

When the word good night fell, Hong Que took the harmonica on the side and began to play, and the sound of the harmonica ignited Chen Qingzhu's tear ducts in an instant.

She suddenly felt that her previous perception was very wrong, and she had always been a very excessive person before.

At this time, I will reminisce about the first sentence that seems to be bullshit, you are snowing heavily in the southern sun, and I am like spring all year round in the cold night in the north, and I have another feeling.

The harmonica sounded, and Hong Que's fingertips touched the guitar strings again.

"He heard people singing old songs,

Singing is still happening in the distance today.

Just the island he saw in his eyes,

There is no sadness, but there are no flowers either. ”

Chen Qingzhu took a deep breath, the emaciated figure wearing a white shirt, black suit pants, fine medium and long hair, and white to sickly skin was engraved in her mind for a long time at this moment.

"South Mountain South, North Autumn Sadness,

There are grain piles in Nanshan.

The south wind murmurs, the north sea is north,

There are tombstones in the North Sea. ”

Fingers flicked lightly on the guitar, sad notes swirled around the room, Chen Qingzhu's eyes were red, and she had to admit that Hong Que's voice was very aggressive.

After that, it was still so lazy, but the intense sadness was revealed from it, which made the lazy voice extremely numb.

After a lot of injury, after a long time, it will become numb, because it will no longer feel pain.

So, lazy.

Because, powerless to resist.

She just looked at Hong Que in a daze, and for a moment, she really wanted to go up and hug this guy who seemed to be familiar to her, but was extremely strange.

He is so thin that people feel distressed, his silence is distressing, and his numbness makes people feel distressed.

But she finally held back.

After a song, Hong Que put down the guitar in his hand, and had to sigh, the musical quality of this body is really strong, this is definitely a super talent, not only the auditory judgment of the music pitch, but also the control of the details of the voice, which are all powerful advantages brought by nature, and the acquired efforts can make up for some of them, but talent determines the upper limit.

Even Hong Que in his previous life couldn't play this song so perfectly.

At this time, he realized that there was another person in the room, he turned his head to look at Chen Qingzhu, and just wanted to ask her how he sang this song, he found that Chen Qingzhu was red-eyed and looked like he wanted to cry.

Hong Que was a little puzzled, can I sing so badly? Can I make people cry?

I don't know why, Hong Que remembered a show called "I Am a Singer" in later generations, in which when the singer sings, the audience below is like a drama spirit possessed, with all kinds of emotional fluctuations, which can be called professional.

At this time, Chen Qingzhu actually has such a little taste in it.

How did Hong Que know that he just sang a song "Nanshan Nan" casually, which had set off stormy waves in Chen Qingzhu's heart.

Seeing Hong Que looking at him, Chen Qingzhu wiped his eyes, and felt a little ashamed, he showed Hong Que like this, but fortunately he didn't really shed tears.

"I'll go to the bathroom. Chen Qingzhu hurriedly got up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving behind an inexplicable look on his face.

What happened?