"What do you want to hear?" Su Kui supported his cheeks with one hand, his knuckles flexed, and he knocked on the table.

Under the warm yellow lamp, a maroon curly hair fell like seaweed, the petite body could not support the wide pajamas, and the round and white shoulders slipped out of the neckline, still unconscious.

Lu Qiaosheng only thought that Wen Jiu's voice was very good, and it was a voice that could attract his attention. He has always been a person with a very light personality, and there are not many things that can attract him, but I don't know why, when I heard it for the first time, I felt that this woman was inexplicably familiar.

But looking through every corner of my brain, I never found out when I knew her.

"It's all good." He smiled, his tone gentle.

There is sometimes a long silence between the two, each doing their own thing, but the atmosphere between them is unusually harmonious. It's the kind of thing that no matter how long you've been away or what you've done, come back and ask, "Where?" ”

A soft voice will immediately come from the headset, "Yes." ”

So, he smiled, and it felt amazing, as if they were supposed to be like this.

Su Kui came back from washing, covered his lips and yawned, and said in a nasal voice: "I'm back, when are you resting, if you can't remember, then I'll sing casually?" ”

Lu Qiaosheng was reading a book, an obscure book, as thick as a brick, the whole page was full of traditional characters, but he was fascinated, the wall lamp hit his face, his facial features were exceptionally soft, and the eyelashes behind the lenses were long and sparse, lined with pale lips, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly hearing a voice suddenly coming from the headset, Lu Qiaosheng smiled, "Okay." ”

Su Kui flipped through the song list, and suddenly saw a song, his eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to sing this one.

She looked for an accompaniment, and the lyrics won her heart.

This is a song with very simple background music, she went on the microphone, the background music has sounded, she cleared her throat, and said: "Well, this song is a thousand years of pen and ink, give me my new husband, pen and ink!" ”

"Heh-" Lu Qiaosheng shook his head, his dark eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, and he unconsciously fell on the computer screen where he couldn't see anything.

The prelude of the music is very exciting, and the back reveals a vast vicissitudes of life.

"Bashan does not change the thousand peaks, and the river is not exhausted.

Everyone in the world says that Shucheng is dangerous, and strange rocks enter the top of the clouds.

Fame is far away in the world, and he is ashamed to talk about buying reputation money.

The rise and fall of the country hangs by a thread, and no one dares to go forward.

Lonely and angry, he threw himself into the inkstone pond, and left behind thousands of words. ”

Her voice is different from the general soft voice of girls, but the vocal range is very wide, singing this kind of ancient style song, there is a kind of free and easy to resonate, and see the ups and downs of the world, everyone is drunk and I am sober chic.

"There are thousands of injustices in the floating world, but everything is as you wish.

The Great Wilderness is like Shura Prison, who has been spared from suffering and suffering.

Above the high hall are all beasts, and under the human skin are ghosts.

No one asks about the camping beings, and the dogs are included in the dictionary.

laughed at the world's unhappiness, and let the wind and rain carry my shoulders. ”

……

"Laughing at the world's unhappiness, let the wind and rain bear my shoulders.

A light stroke of vicissitudes of life, the meaning of ink for thousands of years. ”

Lu Qiaosheng listened quietly, the sound in the headset was quiet, just for him. She always speaks and acts cleanly, no matter what she does, it seems like there is no reason, and it seems like it has been for a long time. He just followed in her footsteps, even if she couldn't be coquettish.

。 m.