Chapter 143: Confession from Sand Sculpture Fans 3 [Crazy Man Attack x Internet Celebrity Acceptance]

The parents of the original owner were quite unbearable that their sons were 25 years old, and the woman's hand had never been held, and strongly asked him to go back on a blind date on September 10.

The blind date has been mentioned for three years, and the original owner is really impatient, so he compromised this time, and threatened that it was not suitable and would not go on a blind date.

Yang Jinxiu, who was worried that his son had a problem, asked his son privately more than once: "What's wrong with you", "Do you like men?" "Are you hiding your girlfriend?"

The answers are all the same, and the impatience of the original owner.

was urged to go on a blind date.

"Let's cross out the travel first, I want to rest at home, I don't want to go out." Handing the itinerary to Little Q, Lotus Evil waved his hand and motioned for Little Q to leave.

Although he was full of doubts, Xiao Q couldn't say anything, and quickly left the lotus evil room.

As soon as Xiao Q left, Lotus Xie collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Although he has a lot of fans on Weibo, the original owner has never paid attention to people, and he has never chatted with those bigwigs.

At least there won't be so many events to attend.

Next to the bed was a guitar, and Lotus took it and tried to play it a few times. He himself only had contact with the guitar in college, and then he rarely came into contact with it, and now he is a little rusty with the guitar, but because he got used to playing the original master, he quickly adapted to it again.

He thought about the songs that he usually sang in the original lead singers, all of which were more archaic songs, and searched in his mind again, and found that he suddenly had amnesia, and he didn't remember any of the songs he liked before.

The only thing I remember is a ballad "Ideal Lent"

"After the rain, a car is coming, driving through the twilight is pale, and the old tin sheet is ......driving south, and the lover is no longer there," he tried to sing a few words, and his low, deep, slightly hoarse voice slowly rippled through the room with the accompaniment of the guitar.

He squinted slightly, and his face, which could not find any flaws, was full of loose and languid looks.

"Forgot that I don't have a lover." After just a few words, he stopped muttering, put the guitar to the side, and stretched, "Don't sing, I'm hungry, go out and find something to eat." ”

He lives in the central area of R, and often wears a mask when he goes out, although the place where he lives is crowded and bustling, but because he often goes to places with few people, no one can recognize him.

Xiao Q was sitting in the living room, and when he saw him come out, he hurriedly greeted him, "Brother Lian, why did you suddenly sing a folk song just now?" ”

In so many songs, the original owner has never sung a ballad, because he is not suitable, and he can't sing the unique charm in the ballad, commonly known as no emotion.

And when he sang it just now, Xiao Q found that it was no worse than the songs he usually sang.

"On a whim, I sang two sentences casually, let's go, go out to eat." Lian Xie put on a coat, put on a black mask, and casually buttoned the cap on his head by the way.

Although it's only August, R City has cooled down earlier than other cities, and you will be shivering from the cold when you go out wearing a thin piece of clothing.

Lian Xie is more afraid of the cold, and he can wear as much as he wants, and he will definitely not let himself be cold to the point of shivering.

"Do you know a fan on Weibo 'Little Baby of Evil Song'?" Xiao Q didn't make sense, and asked while following him out.

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

"I often see this name, you have a total of 20 Weibo posts, and 18 of his posts are the one with the highest likes, and what he says is ...... It's always weird......"

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"Ideal Thirty" Chen Hongyu, I listened to it a long time ago, and it can be regarded as a favorite ballad.