"Gently I will leave you, please wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes

In the long night, in the future

Don't weep for me, dear

The road ahead is too bleak though

Please bless me with a smile on your face

Though it was windy, though it was raining

I read you in the midst of the storm

……”

In the café, the sound of Shuya's singing wafted. Since Wang Zijun's ten songs came out, the army must sing "Loyal to the Country", the most frequently sung in nightclubs is "The Past Follows the Wind", and quiet places such as cafes will always play "About Winter".

This classic song, which grew up with the post-80s, has now become the favorite of countless people with petty bourgeoisie.

Qiong Yao commented on "About Winter" in the latest issue of Crown magazine: It is like a bright poison that poisons me, it is like a beautiful poppy that makes me addicted...... I never imagined that I would be so obsessed with a man's voice, and without its accompaniment, I would not be able to put pen to paper against the snow-white manuscript paper, and I would not be able to sleep while lying at the head of my bed......

With Qiong Yao's dream recommendation, countless girls who have not yet heard Wang Zijun's songs have rushed to buy records and pasted Wang Zijun's posters all over the bedroom.

Lin Qingxia sat opposite Hong Xiaoqiao, stirring the sugar spoon in her hand, and wanted to say that she gave up several times, but she couldn't spit out the words when they came to her mouth.

Hong Xiaoqiao has long hair, a delicate little face, elegant dress, beautiful jewelry, a perfect figure, and a rich family background, but what about himself? Dirt like an ugly duckling, what do you have to fight with her!

The more Lin Qingxia thought about it, the more sad she became, listening to the song, it seemed to be singing to herself-gently I will leave you, please wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes......

Hong Xiaoqiao stared blankly at the record player spinning in the distance, and when he turned around, he happened to see Lin Qingxia fall into the coffee with a drop of tears.

"Rub!" Hong Xiaoqiao handed over a silk handkerchief and said with a smile, "Silly boy, what are you crying for?" Are you afraid that I will rob your sweetheart? ”

Lin Qingxia did not take her handkerchief, but wiped the tears from her face with her hands and raised her head.

"Don't worry, I'll go to the UK to study in a few days, and I won't come back in two or three years." Hong Xiaoqiao said with a smile.

"Really?" Lin Qingxia was a little incredulous, she was completely desperate just now, but she didn't expect things to take such a turn.

"Of course it's true. I'm three years older than him, and I think of him as a younger brother. Hong Xiaoqiao said, "After I take off my hat on the show and meet my fans, I will go to the UK." Don't tell Zijun about this. ”

"Hmm." Lin Qingxia nodded in agreement, but she didn't believe what she said at all, how could Hong Xiaoqiao's performance some time ago be just a sister-brother relationship.

"Miss Hung......"

Lin Qingxia was interrupted by Hong Xiaoqiao as soon as she spoke: "Call me sister, I am the youngest in the family, I really hope to have a sister." ”

"Little Sister Qiao," Lin Qingxia said softly, "Actually, you don't have to ...... like this."

"Hehe, silly little sister," Hong Xiaoqiao said with a smile, "My family forced me to marry someone I didn't like, and some time ago I just used Zijun as a shield." ”

Lin Qingxia shook her head and said, "I still want to thank you." ”

Hong Xiaoqiao asked, "How did you and Zijun meet?" ”

"My sister came home that day ......" The two women eliminated the mustard, and Lin Qingxia told her and Wang Zijun how they met.

"Hahaha......" Hong Xiaoqiao said with a smile, "It turns out that there are quite a few girls who have taken a fancy to him, and there is actually your sister." ”

When Lin Qingxia heard her, she remembered that her sister didn't seem to come to the hospital with her recently, so she understood everything.

The record was still spinning, and in the dim light, the two women laughed from time to time.

……

Ten days later, Taipei Songshan Airport.

Hong Xiaoqiao dragged his suitcase and looked back from time to time.

"Let's go, Little Joe." Hong Longmin patted his sister on the shoulder.

Mother Hong muttered in her mouth: "I really don't know what you think, on appearance, on material, on cultivation, on family background...... What's wrong with Junjie? You have to hide from him like a plague god! ”

Hong Xiaoqiao sneered and asked: "If it's not a good person, I have to marry, then there are not 1,000 in the whole of Taiwan, but 800." ”

"You!" Mother Hong was so angry that she couldn't do it, "Which family's son can have him?" You don't think about your dad either. ”

"Are you marrying a daughter or are you trading? Sell it to the Song family and sell it for a good price! Hong Xiaoqiao angrily dragged his luggage away.

Hong Xiaoqiao's sister-in-law, Jian Jinghui, hurriedly caught up and persuaded: "Don't blame Dad and your brother, they are also good for you." ”

"Good for me? Why did they force me to marry off? Am I really so ugly that no one wants it? Hong Xiaoqiao asked in a crying voice.

"Okay, okay, isn't this helping you repent of your marriage?" Jian Jinghui whispered, "Put the marriage on hold for a year and a half, and then find another opportunity to push it off." But during this period, you must not go back to Taiwan, the Hong and Song families want to save face. Your brother has helped you think about it, and after half a year, he will help you make a certificate of terminal illness in the UK, and the Song family should not catch it. ”

"Really?" Hong Xiaoqiao looked at her sister-in-law.

"What did my sister-in-law lie to you?" Jian Jinghui smiled, "Seriously, that Wang Zijun is really good, I heard that the president personally praised him." ”

When Hong Xiaoqiao heard this, he instantly understood that anything going abroad to avoid marriage was fake. My dad can't make up his mind and is watching the situation!

The Song family is in the search and arrest this time, and the rumors seem to be involved in something. In order to avoid suspicion, his father couldn't wait to let him leave, and at the same time, he was a little optimistic about Wang Zijun, who had fallen into the eyes of the authorities.

It's just that if Wang Zijun is just a little singer after he comes back, his family will never agree to marry him. And if Wang Zijun takes advantage of this time to develop, maybe they will do everything possible to push themselves out.

Hehe, Hong Xiaoqiao looked bitter, and said for a long time, in their eyes, he was still a commodity to be sold at a price. It's just that they didn't expect that they had already given Wang Zijun to other women.

So what is the end that awaits you?

When he comes back from England, if the Song family escapes this catastrophe, he will still have to get married. If the Song family is implicated in decline, then there must be Li Junjie and Zhang Junjie waiting for them......

This is the helplessness of being in a rich family!

The plane slowly climbed up, Hong Xiaoqiao looked out the window at the gradually getting smaller Taipei, and slowly closed his eyes. She pulled a record out of her bag and held it in her arms as if seeking warmth.

Bye!

……

In the last episode of "Golden Melody Awards", the mysterious girl Hong Xiaoqiao finally took off her hat. That beautiful face punctured countless vicious rumors and made her fans cheer.

On this day, when people turned on the TV again, they saw another completely unfamiliar face: "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Ling, the new host of "Golden Melody Awards". The mysterious girl Hong Xiaoqiao went to study in the UK, and the future show will be ...... by me"

"We want Hong Xiaoqiao!" The next day, under the building of China Television, countless loyal fans roared angrily.

And Wang Zijun, who is bored writing novels in the hospital, knows nothing about all this.

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You are all so cruel, and the urging of the vote makes my brother hurt even more.

I'll try to write as much as I can, but I guess it's still not enough.