Verse 97: Don't be too late, don't hurt the child

She didn't hear clearly, and just wanted to ask, they became impatient and shouted loudly, "Xiaoman, you don't want the opposite sex and no humanity, you want love, don't want friendship, hurry up and sing!" ”

I don't know who is fast, I pressed the play button, and the soft music sounded, which was the prelude to the song she ordered.

"Brother Ni...... It's not good...."She wanted to end the phone, but she felt that it was not polite, but Ni Bingyang took the initiative to say, "Okay, you go play, don't be too late, don't hurt the child." ”

"yes, I know." She nodded and said, just about to say goodbye, there was a urging call behind her, "Okay, no, it's time to sing!" ”

"Alright, alright!" She turned her head to reassure them, and slipped her phone into her pocket.

Takasaki turned the lights in the box up, only a beam of light was lit in the center of the small stage, she walked under the aperture, held the microphone, and slightly nervously, she looked at the large LCD screen......

She took a deep breath and sang softly to the beat of the music.... At the same table.

"Will you remember tomorrow

The diary you wrote yesterday, will you still remember tomorrow?

You used to cry the most, but the teachers can't remember it

If you can't guess the problem, I also flipped through the photos by chance

I just remembered you at the same table, who married the sentimental you

Whoever reads your diary, who puts your long hair up

Who made you a wedding dress

She sang intently, and her memory seemed to return to that day of that year, and she was in a trance, not realizing that the mobile phone in her pocket was actually still connected.

On the other end of the phone, Ni Bingyang's mobile phone was still in his ear, and he didn't hang up, and her gentle singing voice stirred up ripples on his heart lake.......

Childhood memories flooded back.....

After singing a soft song, she looked up, only to find that the originally noisy box suddenly fell silent, and all the people listening to the song were silent.

She didn't know if she sang too badly to cause the coldness, and moved the corners of her lips in embarrassment, "You guys...... What's wrong...... Am I singing badly? ”

"It's not...... Sounds good...... It's really, really good......" Takasaki muttered, a mist suddenly coming out of his beautiful eyes.

She was suddenly sentimental, who didn't have a few youths, but before they knew it, they were all old.

Once upon a time, in the years of their youth, the good times that never went back seemed to be vivid again.

But now, where is the first touch of excitement in life?

Those classmates who originally said that they would never be separated, but they had already scattered to the ends of the world, and then went their separate ways.

Takasaki opened another bottle of wine and drank it to himself, and the atmosphere suddenly felt a little wrong.

After a while, another while, everyone didn't seem to be happy, Wang Xiaoman sat back on the sofa, quietly took a sip of juice, and suddenly fell into a trance.

I looked at the watch on my wrist, and before I knew it, it was past 12 o'clock, thinking about the dawn, and I was unusually happy.

They scrambled to sing, one love song after another, with a tactful tune and warm lyrics.

Wang Xiaoman didn't drink, but he was still drunk and drunk by their singing.