……

Who are you looking back at your past life?

Who are you the first sight of this life?

Who are you ink painting frozen in the smoke and rain of Jiangnan?

Who are you, that oil-paper umbrella on the broken bridge?

My dear

Mountain League withered,

The oath of the sea withered,

Please hold me tight,

If there is reincarnation,

In the sea of people in the afterlife,

You must find me

……

As soon as Dai Qing's voice fell, a vicissitudes of life and a desolate male voice sounded like a shock:

……

Who are you the legend of the Silky?

Who are you a beautiful Sanskrit chant?

Who are you in front of the Buddha weeping roses?

Who are you on the Sansheng Stone that refuses to drink the Meng Po soup?

My dear

The flowers are grateful,

The snow melted,

The dream is gone,

If there is reincarnation,

Please let me be in the afterlife,

Remember your beautiful face

……

The song is like a voice from the sky, full of incredible magic and magnetism, rough and slightly hoarse, like the most beautiful glacier and snow field on the top of the Himalayas, without any impurities, with pristine purity and blue firmly grasping everyone's hearts. The people in the bar were all stupid, motionless like clay sculptures, and in a trance, a heavy snow fell one after another, slowly burying them, they couldn't do anything, they didn't want to do anything, and the shock in their hearts roared like an avalanche - they swore that even the original singers Zhang Han and Mo Feixue, who were popular all over the country, would not be able to perform "Love" to such a point, damn, is this true?

The chorus of Dai Qing and Fu Chenxue once again pushed the atmosphere to **, and Zhang Nan, Zhu Ying and others cried profusely. When the last note disappeared into the air, Dai Qing's eyes were red, looking at Fu Chenxue affectionately, she wanted to say something but couldn't say anything, no one understood her mood at the moment, and who knew the sadness buried in her heart?

Fu Chenxue rubbed her nose and smiled sincerely: "Ah Qing, you sing so well-" Before she finished speaking, several figures rushed up from the stage, Zhang Nan pounced directly on Fu Chenxue, entangled Fu Chenxue like an octopus, and shouted: "Fu Chenxue, I love you-"

Zhu Ying and Qin Yue were on one side, hugging Fu Chenxue's arm tightly, laughing and making trouble. At this time, more than a dozen girls from the audience ran up, surrounding Fu Chenxue and Dai Qing like swallows to ask for autographs, and there was a mess in the bar.

Ye Rong didn't move, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and watched Fu Chenxue and the others return to the table.

As soon as everyone sat down, a woman walked over, looked at Ye Rong, and asked, "Miss Ye, can I sit here?" ”

Ye Rong turned her head and saw a beautiful face, the woman was tall, her silky hair was easily pulled behind her head, and a purple elegant evening dress wrapped her delicate and concave body, ** full and firm, her legs were round and slender, her eyes were full of water, and under her feet were a pair of classical high heels, and her white little feet were not wearing socks, so she was arrogantly exposed to the air - the elegant and lazy charm and indescribable style are enough to make any man crazy! The red face and the troubled water, the disaster to the country and the people, is the truest portrayal of this woman. A strong uneasiness suddenly rose in Ye Rong's heart, and she asked, "How do you know my name?" Have we seen this before? ”

The woman stretched out her delicate hand, handed over a delicate card, and said with a smile: "This is my business card - Miss Ye's dancing is good, she is so beautiful, and she is a frequent visitor to 'Begonia Night', if I don't even know the names of customers, how can I open a bar?" ”

Ye Rong's gaze hurriedly swept over the business card, and said in astonishment: "You are Lin Banxiang?" The proprietress of 'Begonia Night'? ”