"Can I say I'm joking?" Zheng Feilong said aggrievedly.

A large middle finger was immediately raised around him, and a certain thing walked up to the stage in a pair of flip-flops in the midst of everyone's contempt.

This thing first stared at Zhang Yuyao for a while, and then looked at the beauty up close, and it was really different. The skin is as white as jade, the delicate and perfect facial features, and the convex and concave figure, especially the pair of giant peaks that are at least 36D, which makes people reverie.

"Handsome, what's your name?" Zhang Yuyao smiled lightly, not caring about his rudeness at all.

It was an honor for a beautiful woman to ask her name, but this bag took the microphone and said coquettishly: "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet." If you are destined to meet again, it is not too late to ask for your name. ”

"Hehe, I can't see it, I'm still a big writer." Zhang Yuyao asked with a smile: "I don't know what song the handsome guy likes, I'll see if I can sing it." ”

Zheng Feilong learned the tone of Xiao Shenyang: "Then let's have a song "The Sea", let you feel the feeling of the sea." Music。 ”

"From that...... Throat! Throat! Zheng Feilong's voice was not only heavy, but he also began to cough after only singing two words: "Far away...... Whew...... Seaside...... Oops, Nima can't do it, there's something wrong with the microphone, and it doesn't show my natural voice. ”

There was an immediate burst of laughter below, and many people laughed: "Sure enough, it feels like the sea, and tonight's supper is estimated to be saved." ”

Zhang Yuyao just looked at him with a smile and didn't speak.

Zheng Feilong cleared his throat for a while, and began to howl again. However, by this time, the music had already passed a long time, so he could only skip one paragraph and sing it down: "If the sea can ......" should have been a high note below, but Zheng Feilong sang in a light and almost inaudible voice. And the body is still rickety, which looks extremely obscene, which is in stark contrast to the slim Zhang Yuyao.

However, the audience was happy to see him continue to tease, and kept applauding and applauding him to continue singing.

After he finished singing, the applause was incomparably warmer, even more enthusiastic than Zhang Yuyao's appearance. Zhang Yuyao applauded and smiled: "It seems that this handsome guy is very popular!" Everyone said if they wanted him to do another song. ”

"Alright, alright, one more." These employees usually work under a lot of pressure, and it is rare for someone to be so noisy and toss-up, of course, they are unwilling to let go.

"What should I sing?"

The people below immediately coaxed: "Anything? As long as you sing it, we all like it. ”

"Eighteen touches."

"Two tigers."

Qin Qian saw that the situation was a little out of control, and she, the host, couldn't help but ask, so she suggested: "How about "How Long Do You Forget You"? ”

"Well, okay, this one is just what I can sing." Zhang Yuyao smiled and went to see Zheng Feilong. The latter shrugged and said he had no opinion.

The front of this song is Teresa Teng's "The Moon Represents My Heart", so Zhang Yuyao sang it first. is different from Zheng Feilong's crooked singing, Zhang Yuyao sings quite seriously. The crisp voice, like a guzheng sonata, swayed out: "You ask me how much I love you......"

Zheng Feilong originally wanted to sing a spoof, but when he heard Zhang Yuyao sing so seriously, he was embarrassed. So he sang earnestly: "That old song resounded in the streets, and the memories of the past ......"

The people below were already ready to applaud and applaud, but when they heard Zheng Feilong's weak and deep soulful singing at this time, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Not to mention the people below, even Zhang Yuyao, who has a deep knowledge of music, can't help but be moved. She was originally a top student in the music department of Jiangcheng University, and her appreciation of music is much stronger than others.

In her opinion, Zheng Feilong does not seem to be singing, but pouring out his inner feelings. It is like a man who has been lonely for a long time, walking on the street on a night at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. Looking at the couples walking in pairs on the street, I couldn't help but think of my lover who was in love in the past.

Sweet laughter, mountains and sea vows, as if still echoing in the ears; The beloved beauty, with eyebrows like green feathers and muscles like snow, smiles and captivates the country and the city, which makes people can't bear to turn away when they see it.

When he sang "How long do you forget you, is it a long time", Zheng Feilong's voice began to sink, and in addition to sadness, he seemed to have some resentment. Why did they break up? Why can't it last forever? Does it have to be a different side of the sky, and can only sigh helplessly in front of the bright moon and the cold lamp?

Zhang Yuyao looked at the man's face, he was not particularly handsome, he could only be said to be not bad. But that strong nose shows that he is very resolute and not a person who gives up easily. A person who does not give up easily, forced to let go of the person he loves the most, the pain is naturally self-evident.

Looking at his eyes again, they were hazy and seemed to be stained with a layer of mist. Is he missing his most beloved person, so he wants to cry sadly? But I know that men don't flick when they have tears, so even if they are sad to the point of "spring hearts are not competing for flowers, every inch of lovesickness is gray", you must bear it in your heart.

At the end of the song, the audience was silent. Many of the girls listened with wet eyes. Many couples hug their loved ones tightly and don't care how many people are around. It can be seen how touching Zheng Feilong's singing is. Zheng Feilong on the stage no longer seems to be so obscene, and standing with Zhang Yuyao, there is a feeling of a match made in heaven.

However, at this time, this thing said something very **: "Damn, is no one applauding if you sing so well?" ”