Bar corner.

Zhao Cong and another boy came early, and they had already drunk a lot of wine, so they sat bored for a while and left first.

Mo Qingqing yawned and said to Li Feng: "It's so late, why don't we go too." ”

"Okay." Li Feng nodded slightly.

He came here today to sing a song to his girlfriend, and although he encountered a little episode in the middle, the final goal was achieved.

"Yanrou, let's go together." Mo Qingqing turned his head and said to Lin Yanrou again.

"Leaving now?" Lin Yanrou asked subconsciously.

Mo Qingqing looked at Lin Yanrou suspiciously, "You don't want to stay and listen to him sing, do you?" ”

Lin Yanrou immediately shook her head, "I, I just saw that Xiao Su hadn't come back yet." ”

"That's right, Xiao Su went to the toilet since she first came, why hasn't she come back yet?" Mo Qingqing thought of one less Su Hua.

This friend of hers is really transparent, although she is extremely beautiful, she is always easy to be ignored.

"I'll go to the toilet and look for her." Lin Yanrou said.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Su Hua's face slightly pale and slowly walked over.

"Xiao Su, why are you only coming back now?" Mo Qingqing stepped forward and asked, "Are you sick?" ”

Su Hua shook his head and said weakly, "I'm fine...... ...... vomit"

As soon as the words came out, Su Hua couldn't help retching, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, looking flustered.

Lin Yanrou saw everything in her eyes.

"Okay, Xiao Su is also here, let's go." Mo Qingqing took the arms of the two sisters and said with a smile.

As for Yang Luo on the stage, she didn't pay attention to it from beginning to end.

Lin Yanrou and Su Hua nodded at the same time.

The former turned his head to look at the figure on the turntable intentionally or unintentionally, and finally left the bar with him.

……

On the turntable.

Yang Luo didn't know that Lin Yanrou had left, he searched in his mind, and then he thought about what song to sing.

"Little brother, I said you better stop singing." The anchor Huang Eel shook his head, looking like a senior, "You can sing to your girlfriend at any time, don't occupy other people's public places now." ”

In fact, he was specially invited by the bar owner to sing a song today, and by the way, he promoted himself and gathered some popularity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sung in such a place.

You must know that during the live broadcast, if the audience and fans want him to sing a song, they must give a reward of 10,000 yuan before he can reluctantly speak.

Yang Luo looked at the other party, "Didn't you sing here just now?" ”

Before the anchor Huang Eel was doing anything, there were already a few "snorts" from the audience, and it was obvious that someone couldn't hold back their laughter.

"People are big names in the live broadcast industry, who are you?"

"I actually compare myself with the anchor Huang Eel, you must know that people earn at least tens of thousands of yuan by singing a song, how can you compare?"

"Do you have the singing skills of an anchor? What's more, the anchors are still singing originally! ”

The few people who were close were obviously fans of the anchor, and they cast dissatisfied glances at Yang Luo one by one.

They felt that Yang Luo was not qualified to be compared to their idol!

Huang Eel also laughed and said, "Do you think you have me to sing well?" It's understandable to sing to your girlfriend, but you should know how many pounds and taels you have. ”

"I think you sing very ordinary." Yang Luo told the truth.

Anyway, he can't appreciate the kind of songs in the "skateboarding shoes" genre, and people's skateboarding shoes at least have outstanding points in the tune and rhythm, but Huang Eel and Li Feng really don't feel how good they are except for singing a little more formally.

Not even some third-rate songs.

Huang Eel shook his head and said, "I have seen a lot of conceited people like you, and they are similar to some 'black fans' in my live broadcast room." Okay, since you said that I sing averagely, then I really want to hear how you sing, are you qualified to comment on others? ”

As he spoke, he took the selfie stick and sat down in his original position.

At this time, almost one-sidedly scolding Yang Luo in his live broadcast room, and even some common "black fans" were aimed at Yang Luo at this moment, just like everyone else.

"Who is this hanging hair?"

"It's crazy, dead spicy chicken!"

"Purely sick, I dare to say that I sing so much!"

"Find!"

"Are there any brothers and sisters in Tianhai City, form a group to blast him on the spot!"

"Yes!"

"Anchor, let's go, I don't want to hear this guy sing! I'm afraid I'll be blind in a while! ”

Huang Eel looked at the barrage, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

Because of this farce, his popularity was once as high as about 400W, which is almost comparable to the total popularity at his peak.

And this situation is obviously showing weakness, which is easy to make people sympathize, so as to get a lot of new fans, and even turn some black fans into their own fans!

Yang Luo was already sitting on the piano chair.

Looking at the piano in front of me, the black and white keys on it are distinct, and it seems that I haven't touched the piano for a long time.

He touched the keys with five fingers in one hand.

I pressed a few keys at random.

A string of piano notes followed, as crisp as the tinkling of spring water.

The otherwise noisy bar suddenly fell silent.

The anchor Huang Eel was fiddling with his mobile phone, saying something to the audience watching the live broadcast, when he heard this string of piano sounds floating, he looked stunned and slowly raised his head.

"I want to use Eason Chan's song "Waiting for You to Love Me" to tell her...... Waiting for you to love me. Yang Luo spoke, then looked at the corner, only paused, and then withdrew his gaze, with a look of disappointment on his face.

It turned out that she was gone.

Yang Luo pressed the piano keys, and his ten fingers were like a smart wind, blowing through the rolling mountains, euphemistic and bright, more like he had just come out of a quiet ancient well, bringing out a clear sweet spring, slowly wandering in the air, flowing.

"New songs?"

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up.

As for the "Eason Chan" in Yang Luo's mouth, it may be the same as the previous "Stefanie Sun", which is a mystery.

Xie Ruobing, who was on the side, held his chin and watched from afar.

Counting the time she and Yang Luo have known each other, I am afraid that they are as old as the age of the two of them, and they are definitely childhood sweethearts.

When I was a child, when I played games with my peers, I was always a little bride, and the groom was also Yang Luo most of the time.

This partnership lasted until she was sensible and knew that she was going to marry Yang Luo in the future, and it was directly shattered, and even made her feel inexplicably disgusted and alienated from Yang Luo.

And in fact.

Yang Luo didn't seem to have deliberately approached her.

Until the previous dissolution of the marriage contract, the relationship between the two looked more like strangers, and there was no childhood sweetheart at all.

Neither of them seemed to have ever really understood each other.

"Wait for you to love me

Even if it's just once, it's enough......"

The song rang out.

There was silence.

Xie Ruobing retracted his thoughts.

Glancing at the place where Yang Luo had just sit, it was empty, but she knew that this song was sung to the beautiful girl just now.

It's just that why does my heart feel like it's clogged?

She shook her head, then stood up.

The song is very good.

But now she wants to go out to breathe, and she always feels that if she listens to it again, she will get sick.

She still likes that song - "The Same Kind".