Backstage, it's quiet.

The band members are all poking their phones and lazily leaning against their chairs or walls.

It wasn't until Qian Hao came in that they suddenly came to their senses, stood up and said hello, with a rainbow-like smile on their faces.

Qian Hao also responded with a smile, chatting with them for a while, and then cut to the point, "You talk, I'll try the song." ”

Hearing Qian Hao say that he tried the song, how could they be in the mood to chat, their eyes lit up, and they waited with their hands. It doesn't look like listening to a song, but like preparing for a group fight.

Xu Cheng is the same, no, even more exaggerated, rubbing two hands like big cakes, his eyes twinkling like stars.

"Brother-in-law, go up and sing. Leave my sister alone, the guests will run away when they sing, and there are few guests on this snowy day. ”

Qian Hao couldn't cry or laugh when he saw them in such a posture, and when he heard Xu Cheng say this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You girl, you still sing and run, how ugly am I singing?"

When everyone heard this, they laughed, and Xu Cheng, who was laughing, was embarrassed.

In the midst of laughter, Qian Hao walked onto the stage with a guitar, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Warm lights, quiet tables and chairs, and lonely guests.

Oh, and the snow outside the house.

These are all audiences, not much, but it just so happens that he sings a love song.

However, this is his own passion.

Less than two dozen guests subconsciously frowned when they saw him sitting in the center of the stage with his guitar in his arms. Now, they don't want to listen to songs, they just want to hear silence, they just want to hear the laughter and laughter of their memories.

Some guests even got up and walked to the front desk and reacted to Xu Ru, saying that it was okay not to sing?

Xu Ru put down her phone, smiled politely, and declined: "Don't worry, the singing won't disturb you." Some people's songs are quieter than quiet, just like the one on stage. ”

The guests did not insist, or left, or sat back in their positions, and their hearts were filled with curiosity.

That person, is he singing well?

Qian Hao didn't know what Xu Ru said, otherwise he would be very cooperative and sing a song "It's Been Quiet". This song is really quieter than quiet.

Actually, he wanted to sing "The Night I Miss You". Because for many nights, as he sang in the song, he buried himself deeply in his thoughts. However, he temporarily changed his attention, because he looked up and caught a glimpse of the snow outside the window, and suddenly remembered the couple under the street lamp.

"Lovers under the street lamp are more like us in the past

Affectionate hug kiss"

With his thoughts fluttering and his heart falling in the snow, he stroked his old guitar and began to sing in a low voice.

Which is singing, it is clearly muttering.

"The man who hides in my memories

May you live happily and securely now

If you meet again in the twilight of the sea of people

Do you remember the look in my eyes?"

Girl, are you cured? How have you been doing all these years?

Is there anyone around?

I miss you so much......

At this time, he is his own audience, and she is his whole story.

The guest's brow furrowed.

They sipped their wines, listened to songs, and thought about their stories. That story should also be her.

Xu Ru was also dumbfounded, the phone slipped off the table, and she looked at Qian Hao on the stage blankly. Suddenly, she bit her lip lightly and stubbornly said to herself: "No, I won't lose to her."

The bar was quiet again, quieter than before, as if the singing had taken away the noise, like a heavy rain washing the sky.

Qian Hao hugged the guitar and returned to the backstage.

Backstage, it's very lively.

When everyone saw Qian Hao coming back, they immediately chattered and discussed, and their words were nothing more than praising Qian Hao.

Xu Cheng was the most exaggerated, raising his eyebrows, triumphant, as if it was not Qian Hao who was singing, but he was praised.

That smugness, it's really like a villain's ambition.

"Brother-in-law, your love singing is really slippery, and you are a master of flirting with girls! Brother-in-law, write two songs for me! Xu Cheng turned from a villain to a dog, and saddled before and after the horse beside Qian Hao.

Qian Hao had a black line, knocked on his watermelon head, and said angrily: "Just your broken voice and singing love songs, don't scare people to death."

"Haha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and then they teased Xu Cheng one after another.

At this time, Guo Dong came over with a smile and said to Qian Hao: "On the day you go on stage, are you going to sing this song?"

"I don't know, I was going to sing another song at first, but today I sang this with some feelings." Qian Hao hadn't made up his mind yet, and said distressedly.

Guo Dong looked at his expression, rolled his eyes, and scolded with a smile: "I'm still distressed, which one of the others is willing to sing, and you are so picky." I see, don't worry about it, make up a love story with songs, from first love to passionate love and then ......"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Qian Hao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he made a decision in his heart, and decided to do it.

After making a decision, he wanted to go back quickly and slowly choose songs from memory. So, after talking to them for a while, he got up and took his leave, and prepared to go back to his bedchamber.

But before he walked out of the rose night, Xu Ru appeared from behind and shouted: "Mouse, I won't give up!"

On the empty snowy night, the sound spreads in circles, like ripples in a lake.

Qian Hao paused, turned around, and saw Xu Ru under the lights. Just like that night, the white clothes are like snow lotus. In a trance, he looked at it for two more seconds, but she had already turned away with a slightly red face.

The beauty goes, the fragrance stays.

He smiled wryly, left a sigh, and turned to disappear into the snowy night.

There was only a line of footprints on the ground, telling Xu Ru, who was hiding in the door, that he had just come.

"I love you at all times; I like them too, when they're like you. ”

They don't know.

Qian Hao returned to the bedroom, put the guitar away, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and then sat down in front of the computer and thought about choosing songs.

The first song, the song of first love, what to choose?

It doesn't have to be a song about first love, this first song is best chosen to reflect their first meeting......

is very serious, he thinks very seriously, denies a lot of songs, and looks for them one by one. But he was so serious, and for two hours, he still didn't think about it.

Actually, there are several songs, but we haven't decided which one to sing yet. He doesn't bother with it, there is still time, let's think about it tomorrow.

Instead of thinking about songs, he turned on his computer and sent two new chapters to each book. Then, he just got up leisurely, read book reviews, and walked around Longkong.

Even Weibo, which has not been on for a long time, is rare for him to get on it.

However, as soon as he climbed up and walked around a few times, he was a little surprised. The continuation of the poem is actually popular in this time and space.

Moreover, it is even hotter than in the previous life.

The sequels are also much better, and several of them can be called masterpieces.

Although Qian Hao was a little surprised, he didn't take it seriously, he was really used to the fire and was already numb. However, when he saw Nalan Xuannuo and Han Jingming's tearing, he couldn't help laughing.

This Nalan Xuannuo is really full of personality, very arrogant and arrogant, and his key speech is also sharp.

Haha, I actually said that Han Jingming cried.

Flipping through the tearing content of the two, Qian Haoxiao's stomach hurt. But suddenly, his smile froze and he saw a passage...... (To be continued.) )