Sitting in the taxi, listening to Xu Cheng's conversation with their eyebrows, Qian Hao unconsciously became even more silent.

Look up and look out the window.

The night had slowly fallen, and the street lamps were on, one after the other, as if calculating the loneliness hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

Pedestrians followed, wrapped in clothes against the wind, hurried away, towards one of the thousands of lights.

If you see too many lights, it will only be more lonely......

Qian Hao retracted his gaze, unwilling to look any more, it was really lively. But the excitement is theirs, and he has nothing.

He only has a carload of loneliness, bitterness in his chest, and indescribable sadness in his mouth.

Is that her?

Until now, he is still thinking about this problem, he doesn't want to believe it, and he has to believe it, tangled like a tightened rope. But this kind of pain, he can only taste it alone, and he can't find someone to share it.

Moreover, he still has to hide the pain in his heart, and he can't leak it out because of his expression. In short, he didn't want them to see, he didn't want them to know.

It was precisely because he couldn't solve it that he posted a poem on Weibo, not only to want her to see it, but also to let go of his tight heart.

As for whether others look at it or not, he didn't think about it at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ignored the slowly accumulating comments, and looked at the poem over and over again.

"The silver bed is old with asphalt, and the autumn is swept with powder. The incense picking line is full of money, and it is unspeakable to find Cuiqiao. The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ”

"It's been ten years of traces, ten years of heart, and it's been ten years of ......"

The last sentence, he chewed repeatedly, as if chewing gum. But chewing gum is sweet, but this word is bitter.

It was very bitter, and the corners of his eyes drooled.

Everyone else was chatting excitedly, so they didn't see Qian Hao's abnormality. However, Xu Ru saw it.

She sat by another window, her face tilted away, as if looking out of the window. But in fact, she has been paying attention to Qian Hao, seeing the tears in the corners of Qian Hao's eyes, and seeing the Weibo opened on Qian Hao's mobile phone.

She didn't know what to say, and her heart tightened, as if someone had choked her neck. She opened Weibo and saw the word, to be honest, she didn't understand the word. However, she understands the last sentence and understands Qian Hao's thoughts and feelings.

"Childhood sweetheart, then, did you see her before?" In her heart, she asked bitterly.

No one answered, only the wind whistling in his ears, laughing at every lonely heart.

Time passed silently, and the taxi soon arrived at the Rose Night.

The weather was very cold, but Xu Cheng cheered and got out of the car.

Get out of the car, head back to the bar, and party to celebrate.

Qian Hao didn't have the heart to carnival or celebrate, but he had the heart to drink. So he drank so much that he finally got drunk.

Even when he spoke, his tongue was knotted.

If it weren't for Wang Jing, he probably wouldn't have been able to go back to the bedroom.

When he returned to the dormitory, he did not stop, vomiting and making trouble for more than an hour. The accounting boys all came to watch, and when the boys left, Ma Wenjie's eyes widened and he asked curiously: "What, didn't you make the cut?"

"Is it possible? No, you don't have a good voice? Wang Jing took a cigarette in his mouth and said angrily.

Ma Wenjie rolled his eyes, and was about to reply, saying that he watched the TV series by himself, how could he have time to watch the voice.

But at this moment, Qian Hao suddenly sat up, turned on the computer, turned on the player, and opened the singer's backstage.

Wang Jing noticed Qian Hao's abnormal behavior, and for fear that something would happen, he hurriedly ran over to take a look. Then, he couldn't help but scream.

", Xu Yan is actually a mouse's vest? This guy is really good at playing, and before he knew it, he actually carried the banner of online music? ”

How could Ma Wenjie react?

After all, in addition to TV series and movies, he only reads books, which are still textbooks.

Qian Hao didn't react, and after opening the backstage, he recorded the song very simply.

"After you leave, a summer becomes an autumn

Your eyebrows are clear in my book

Word by word, we announced our peaceful parting

It's a good euphemistic exchange, and a little solicitation

You have become the wind, and the illusory rain is in the wrong season

The gentleness in the bright eyes turned into nothing

Layer by layer of courtyard walls traps your heart

If you can't turn back, that's fine

How deep is your city......"

Actually, it wasn't a recording at all, no accompaniment, nothing, just his muttered cappella.

However, this is it, Wang Jingdu has already heard silently. Standing aside, he didn't say anything, didn't persuade or scold, and quietly listened to Qian Hao's thoughts.

Qian Hao was also enchanted for a while, he didn't care about anything, he just sang, after singing "City House", he sang "The Funeral of Roses"; After singing "The Funeral of the Roses", he sang "Bad Boy" again......

"You said you loved me a lot

I secretly thought it was a lie to me

Wait until I believe it all

You say you're in love with him

Don't stop talking, you bad boy

If you don't have tears to wipe away, don't rub your eyes

You bad boy, no one blames you

Love is free, and I deserve to bear this change......"

I don't know when, at the door of their bedroom, a group of people have gathered.

There are not many people, but they are all immersed in the singing, remembering what happened when they were young.

Qian Hao, still unconscious, muttered in a low voice. It wasn't until he finished singing "Love Without Breaking Up" that he ......

Actually, I fell asleep!

Wang Jingzheng was fascinated by what he heard, and suddenly found that there was no sound, and he couldn't help but raise his head in amazement. As soon as he looked up, he couldn't cry or laugh, Qian Hao was actually asleep.

The people at the door too, crying and laughing, and then dispersed.

These people were careless, thinking that Qian Hao was covering someone's song, but they didn't hear it very clearly, so they didn't take it too seriously. As for Wang Jing, although he was a little surprised, he didn't think too much about it, helped Qian Hao to bed, and threw himself into the game wholeheartedly.

However, they didn't know that when Qian Hao uploaded the first song, that is, when "City House" was transmitted, a storm began to be set off on the Internet.

The first thing I saw was Xu Ting, almost every day, she would look at Qian Hao's singer page. This habit of hers has been cultivated since Qian Hao published "Gray Portrait". It seems that if this is not the case, she will be uncomfortable that day, and she will not be able to sleep well.

It is precisely because of this that as soon as Qian Hao's new song came out, she saw it immediately. The first people to see it.

At first glance, she was pleasantly surprised.

Because he was looking forward to it too much, after Qian Hao posted "Gray Avatar", there has been no movement. If you don't say a new song, even if the song is so popular, you don't see him appear, or someone breaks his news.

The new song did not disappoint her, despite the lack of accompaniment, it was rudimentary, and the sound was still small, and she had to turn up the volume to the maximum. Still, she was pleasantly surprised, sounding over and over again.

was listening, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that Qian Hao actually sang again.

The funeral of the roses, it sounds good to hear the name.

She didn't hesitate and immediately clicked on the song. (To be continued.) )