The latter took a sip of the light blue liquid cup to his lips and asked softly, "What are you looking at?" ”

Tang Xingben was curious about why Yan Yichen appeared here, but then he thought that Mu Luobai had also mentioned the performance when he was at his house that day, and thinking about the relationship between the two, it was not strange that he would appear here.

His eyes returned to the stage and he replied nonchalantly, "No." ”

No?

Yan Yichen put down the cup in his hand, and his eyes fell on Tang Xing's body.

This girl is lying now, her face is really not red and her heart is not beating.

But even if he hid his emotions well, he still sensitively captured the seemingly calm eyes looking at the stage, with a touch of longing.

That's the dreamer's desire for the stage.

The two were silent for a while, Tang Xing's lips moved, and finally asked the question that had been hidden for many years, "Yan Yichen, have you ever regretted it?" ”

Because of the accident when he was a child, his relatives who once supported Yan Yichen to learn vocal music changed their minds overnight, and he was not allowed to touch anything related to music again.

She still clearly remembered the first words of Yan Yichen's music teacher after learning the news at that time.

A shining star, falling.

No longer singing, no longer playing the piano, has he ever regretted giving up?

Yan Yichen sat quietly.

The fingertips circled the cup from time to time, and the flickering lights stayed where the two of them were, giving a little life to the cold air.

Yan Yichen's gaze finally stopped on Tang Xing's side face, and under the faint light, he vaguely saw a scar on his full chin that was neither deep nor shallow.

Through this scar, Yan Yichen seemed to see the little girl who was trembling with fear, but kept holding him tightly and telling himself that she was not afraid, and finally couldn't support the little girl who fainted in his arms.

No regrets.

He Yan Yichen never does anything he regrets.

The only thing I regret is that I put her in danger because of myself.

Whether it was Yan Yichen or X.c's identity, he didn't want her to be hurt anymore.

He wanted to protect her.

Forever.

The raised hand was getting closer and closer to Tang Xing's fragrant shoulder, but at the moment of touching, the target of the big hand shifted to the wrist.

The warm palm wrapped every inch of Tang Xing's skin, and before the latter could react, he was pulled in the direction of the stage.

It was close to closing time, and there were only a few staff members left in the bar.

Tang Xing stood in the middle of the stage, and she looked at the back of her in a daze who only left her a sentence before leaving.

When Yan Yichen came back, the microphone that was turned off had already turned on the reverberation function.

The microphone in Yan Yichen's hand was stuffed into Tang Xing's hand, sensing her nervousness, he leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear, "Relax, now it's only your stage." After a pause, his thin lips opened and closed again.

When Tang Xing came back to his senses, the person was already sitting below, the closest place to her.

Tang Xing's ears were still haunted by Yan Yichen's words before stepping down.

He said, for him.

Is it the meaning of standing on the stage again for him?

Stepping on the stage that she had been longing for for a long time, Tang Xing's cells all over her body tensed, but Yan Yichen's soft words spit out an inch of breath brushed past her ears, causing her to burn red from the root of her ears.

But immediately, he met Yan Yichen's soft smiling eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips gave Tang Xing great courage.

The person who has been silently following since childhood is sitting below in front of his most loyal audience at the moment, his eyes are full of affirmation of himself.

Familiar music sounds, and this is each other's favorite song when they were young.

Tang Xing clenched the microphone in his hand, took a deep breath, cheered himself up in his heart, opened his pink lips slightly, and sang along with the music.

When the people in the bar heard the crisp and sweet voice, they stopped their movements and looked at the stage.