Other colleagues also cheered.

Ye Ning is getting along with everyone quite happily now, and at this time he simply said generously, "Okay!" Then I'll sing a cappella here. ”

"Wait, it's better to be in the recording studio, anyway, it's empty now, so that everyone can hear it clearly."

Ye Ning shrugged indifferently, anyway, he sang just to make everyone happy.

So Ye Ning stood in the recording studio, and outside the recording studio, there were people in a circle.

Ye Ning opened her mouth and began to sing an old song, which was a love song that Ye Ning liked very much when she was in college, and later after marrying Zuo Heng, she would often play this song on a night alone.

But this song is a little too old for now. It's just that when Ye Ning opened his mouth, the people listening outside the recording studio were all stunned.

This is an old song, and some of the young people in their early 20s who are so old that they have never heard this song, and most of those who have heard it have memories from the past, at least in the past two years, they haven't heard this song much.

But when Ye Ning sang it, it seemed to be a little different from what they remembered.

Ye Ning sang in an ethereal voice, lined with the distant tune, and in an instant, people were immersed in this music.

It seems to have grasped the point in other people's hearts all at once, like a pebble, thrown into the lake, constantly rippling, and then this ripple is becoming more and more.

This is the first time Ye Ning has sung in front of everyone, not singing Peking Opera, but singing ordinary pop songs, but it makes people have a feeling that cannot be replicated.

This feeling, like a song, sung by A or B, for ordinary people, there is not much difference, the key for the listener is to like the tune of the tune, as long as it is not sung out of tune.

But once the voice and singing skills reach a certain level, it will make people feel that they can only be sung by A, and B can sing, and they can't sing that taste.

And at this moment, Ye Ning sings this song, giving people the feeling that this is it.

Her voice suddenly pulled people into the world of the vast night, alone and drinking, and the whole world was like a dream, in which everything was told......

And when Zuo Heng walked in, he heard this ethereal singing, and in an instant, his expression changed, and the whole person was almost stunned.

This song, this voice, even gave him the illusion that there was no gap in the past four years, and everything was back to four years ago, when he pushed the door into the ground in the starry night at night, and heard such a song sounding in the room leisurely.

In the past four years, how many times, when he pushed the door in at night, he felt as if this song was faintly ringing in his ears.

And now...... And who's singing this song?

Zuo Heng walked to the recording studio step by step, almost staggering along the singing. A slender figure caught his eye.

It was a delicate face, tied in a ponytail, looking youthful and beautiful, her eyes closed, the corners of her lips curved, singing with devotion. It was so different from the woman he remembered leaning on the sofa, with her long hair falling down, charming but lonely.

But this is her, such a singing, only she can sing!