The soft music in the bar stopped the moment Mi Zixuan stepped on the stage, and everyone looked curiously and surprised at the tall boy on the stage, wearing a clean white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and black slim trousers.

An Zixian was also quite surprised, she really didn't know that Mi Zixuan could play the guitar and sing, she was also bored and couldn't sleep, and she didn't want to go to Mi Zixuan to give him a chance, so she ran to the bar downstairs alone and wanted to stay for a while and go back to sleep after a drink, who would have met Mi Zixuan here.

An Zixian found a Mi Zixuan and sat in the corner where she was not easy to find, pouted and whispered, "You can still play the guitar and sing?" Cut, wait for a moment to be embarrassed. ”

Obviously, An Zixian doesn't think that Mi Zixuan is versatile enough to be able to play and sing, no wonder she has this idea, Mi Zixuan is the same age as her, and his medical attainments have already made people all kinds of shock, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, and he is still a very urban and skillful guy, otherwise he would not have caused such a storm in Hede City, not only did he have nothing, but he also had the last laugh.

Even if An Zixian is not convinced, she has to admire Mi Zixuan's ability, take a look at Mi Zixuan's dazzling resume, the youngest chief physician in Huaxia, the youngest director of the oncology department, suddenly parachuted from Fengxian County Hospital to the city hospital, and in half a month, Ba Yifei and Jiao Tengfei, who gave Li Jiancheng, the dean, a headache, were obedient, and it didn't take long for him to stumble over Li Fucheng, director of the Municipal Health Bureau, and then Qin Tengfei, director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. It is no exaggeration to say that Mi Zixuan has reached the point where he can call the wind and rain in Hede City.

These are enough to prove that Mi Zixuan is excellent, he is already so good, he is simply not a human being, how can he be so versatile that he can play and sing? Don't talk about An Zixian, if you change to someone else, you don't believe it, is there a perfect person in this world? If a person has a high talent in one aspect, then he must be inactive in another aspect, this is common sense, so An Zixian doesn't think that Mi Zixuan can still play and sing.

Everyone in the bar didn't think that the little one had the same idea as An Zixian, they didn't think that the tall, thin, and unattractive big boy on the stage had any outstanding talent in music, and they thought that this kid didn't look at how many pounds and taels he had, and he dared to run up to the limelight, and if he didn't sing or play well, he would definitely give him a boo that resounded through the sky.

However, some people think that Mi Zixuan has this ability, there is an old saying in Huaxia that you dare not go to Liangshan without three thirds, and there is also a saying that you dare to do that porcelain work without that diamond diamond! Since this kid dares to go on stage, he must have a few brushes, otherwise wouldn't he be embarrassed to go up recklessly?

Mi Zixuan sat on a high stool on the stage, adjusting his guitar, and the waiter put the microphone in front of him.

Watching Mi Zixuan debugging the guitar, An Zixian pursed her lips and said disdainfully: "I'm quite good at pretending, will you?" ”

Soon Mi Zixuan told An Zixian with practical actions, and also told everyone that he not only can, but also plays the guitar quite well.

The low and melodious guitar sounded, and the bar was instantly quiet, although the sound of the piano was melodious, but it revealed a sense of sadness, vicissitudes, and reminiscence, everyone was stunned at first, and they didn't expect the big boy in a white shirt on the stage to play the guitar so well, and then racked their brains to think that they had heard this song there.

An Zixian was also stunned, she really didn't expect Mi Zixuan to play the guitar so well, and then she also thought about what song this was, but soon An Zixian and the others were disappointed, because no one had heard this song.

The prelude of sadness, vicissitudes, and reminiscences quickly plunged everyone on the scene into the deepest part of their thoughts, and at this time, Mi Zixuan finally sang.

His voice is the same as that of the guitar, low but melodious, and there is a sense of vicissitudes of life, such a multi-emotional voice should not be sung by a big boy in his early twenties, how much experience does a man of his age have? How can there be so many insights into life? Without these experiences and perceptions, it would be impossible for the singing to have such a taste of time and so many emotional elements.

But it has such a taste of time, and the voice mixed with too much emotion was sung by a young man in his early twenties, many people couldn't believe their ears, but there were also some people who listened to it in an instant, including Qi Yongshi and Zhao Ran, who instantly fell into the torrent of time and couldn't extricate themselves.

I hold your hand in the autumn breeze at night, the autumn wind kisses your forehead, your flying hair caresses my face, the road seems to never have momentum, I just hold your hand and walk through the streets, even if the world is over, I will never let go of your hand!

The lyrics sung by Mi Zixuan are not flowery, they are very straightforward and simple, but they pull everyone on the scene into the memory that has already yellowed in the bottom of their hearts.

That time is called youth, there are so many good memories of that time, and that time belongs to everyone.

Qi Yongshi's memory buried deep in her heart surged out with Mi Zixuan's low and desolate singing, she clearly remembered that it was on an autumn evening, Zhao Ran held her hand for the first time, she was very nervous, and she could also feel that Zhao Ran was also very nervous, so nervous that their palms were full of sweat, so nervous that they didn't dare to look at each other, so stupid, stunned, and stiff strolling around the campus.

The study hall not far away was brightly lit, and in a trance, it seemed that Lang Lang could hear the sound of reading, and in a trance, the whole world was left with them, Qi Yongshi's eyes looked at Zhao Ran, this boy who was strange and familiar to him should have thought the same as the big boy on the stage that night - even if the world is over, never let go of your hand.

An Zixian is also caught in the torrent of memories, but her memories are different from others, in college days, she has seen too many boys holding girls' hands and strolling around the campus, but none of them can hold her hand, not that she does not desire a vigorous and unforgettable love, but her many suitors She doesn't know why, she just doesn't have any feelings for them.

Thinking of this, An Zixian looked at Mi Zixuan on the stage who lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, and suddenly had a very strange thought in her heart, as if she was walking hand in hand with a boy in the night when she was in college, and that big boy was Mi Zixuan, this idea is very absurd, but I don't know why it is so real, as if it really happened.

In those green years, I hold your hand, it is always you who smiles and plays, it is always me who is stupid, I will lose sleep all night for your words, I will stay downstairs all night long, just to see your smiling face in the first ray of sunshine!

Zhao Ran burst into tears when he heard this sentence, he felt that this song was sung to him, because in the four years of college, he didn't know how many times he had lost sleep all night because of Qi Yongshi's words, and he didn't know how many times he had stupidly stayed downstairs in her dormitory all night, just to see her early the next morning.

The smiling and frolicking is always Qi Yongshi, the stupid goose will always be him, their love is not vigorous, but it is unforgettable enough, five years of staying together, she is already his sky, his earth, without her, his world will collapse in an instant, his world will not have any brilliance, only darkness.

There are not a few people who burst into tears like Zhao Ran, there are men with successful careers, and middle-aged women who have long been married to **, the reason why they burst into tears is because they were once young, and they all have that him or him in their memories.

In those yellowed years, the now well-dressed and successful man was just a hairy boy dressed rusticly, and he looked at her with obsession with the smiling and playful her, and she poked his finger on the forehead and called him stupid, and he really only giggled like a fool.

In those yellowed years, the middle-aged woman who is now a mother is still not old, she complained about the sweetheart's woodenness, complained that he would not do anything but smirk, but even if she said so, she loved this person very much in her heart.

He or she swore to be with her or him forever, until the end of the world, and never separated, but after years of helplessness, he or she had already disappeared into the vast sea of people, and it may be difficult to see each other in this life. The oath of the past is still vivid, but the people around them have long been separated from them.

The years kiss our faces, the separation is always in September, but the memories are always in April, I want to hold your hand, but looking back, there is no longer you around, how are you? Do you remember me? Where are you? I really want to take your hand and walk the streets.

Mi Zixuan sang more people crying when he sang this, yes, the years kept kissing our faces, wrinkles crawled up our faces with kisses, and memories could only be in the spring rain in April, I want to hold your hand, but you are no longer by my side, how are you? Do you remember me? Where are you? I want to hold your hand, but I can't hold your hand in this life.

As Mi Zixuan's singing came out of the door, more and more people walked in, there were hotel waiters, there were guests living here, more and more people were crying, and it was not Mi Zixuan's singing that moved them, but their own memories buried deep in their hearts.

An Zixian looked at the lonely man on the stage with red eyes, exuding a thick melancholy that could not be dissolved, and suddenly had an urge in her heart to hold his hand until the end of the world.

At this time, Mi Zixuan was so lonely, so desolate, like a lone wolf who had lost his partner, standing on the top of a high mountain and screaming at a crescent moon, who was he thinking about? Who was he thinking about?