What Zhou Yili couldn't deny was that every word Su Qianqing said went straight to the truth.

Su Qianqing is right, he never experiences happy or sad things all the time when he sings, but he has to sing that feeling, so he has to let himself think about some happy or sad things, so that his feelings can quickly integrate into the whole song.

Is there no difference between an actor and a singer?

I don't know why, Zhou Yili's heart hurt when he heard this.

It's not just for Su Qianqing, but he doesn't know where the pain is.

"Today's words, I said a little more." Su Qianqing was silent for a while before speaking.

"But what you said, it's useful." Zhou Yili smiled faintly, with a hint of distress in his tone, "It seems that you must have experienced a lot." ”

When Su Qianqing heard Zhou Yili's last words, he suddenly wanted to tears.

No one can be so honest about how much you've been through. This tone is not with doubt, not with questions, not with the mood of watching a play, but with a hint of distress in it.

Su Qianqing pursed her lips, and her heart was very moved.

"Actually, you have also worked very hard, and you have come over so many years."

Su Qianqing said softly, maybe because the voice was too small, or maybe because it was windy standing on the balcony, Zhou Yili, who answered the phone, only heard four words for so many years.

"What did you say?" Zhou Yili vaguely felt that he had missed some important information, "The wind is strong, I didn't hear it clearly." ”

"I said, you have worked hard alone for so many years."

Su Qianqing heard Zhou Yili's words and raised a good-looking smile.

"Hey, I thought why. Isn't that how we all come here? Zhou Yili smiled when he heard Su Qianqing's words, "That, you can do your best when it comes to singing." I think you're singing well. ”

"I have a bottom in my heart when I sing, don't worry, I will hurry up and practice, I won't lose your face." Su Qianqing left the balcony and returned to the living room, and the whole person nested in the sofa.

"Looking forward to your performance tomorrow." Su Qianqing is sincere in this sentence. She has always felt that the role of Cangli is suitable for Zhou Yili, although she doesn't know why. Zhou Yili hasn't acted in anything, and she can't figure it out.

Surprisingly, she had an inexplicably strong confidence in him.

"Okay, I won't let you down either." Zhou Yili's words brought a hint of a smile, he and Su Qianqing should have only known each other for a day, and they always felt like they had known each other for a long time, this feeling was very wonderful, like a pair of very good friends.

"It's not too early." Zhou Yili glanced at his watch, a little reluctant, "Then, good night, Qianqing." ”

Hearing Zhou Yili's magnetic voice, the corners of Su Qianqing's mouth couldn't help but rise.

She's really attracted to her male god.

The male god deserves to be a male god, just a few simple words and a few glances are enough to hook her heart.

It's an amazing feeling. She never experienced it either.

However, it feels good. It feels like I'm in love, waiting for another person's reply.

Good night, shallow recklessness.

Oh my God, that sentence softened her heart.

Su Qianqing is a nymphomaniac, and at the same time, he did not forget to add a sentence.

"Good night."

May the world be gentle with you.