"My ultimate male god, oh my god, what should I do if I want to cry!!"

"I would say, I can't help crying anymore?"

"I'm just because of the deep circle, but I came too late, and I didn't even have time to pay attention, he had quietly left the second dimension, closed Weibo, I didn't expect to hear the deep scene with my own ears one day, and die without regrets!"

Some people said that they were so excited that they cried, and some people confessed affectionately.

Gu Liushen is undoubtedly different from these current CVs, what he represents is an era, an era when the ancient style circle has just risen. At that time, he was a great god that everyone in the circle knew and everyone knew. Each of his sitcoms is regarded as a classic, with a unique dubbing style and a changeable voice, and he is a god like no other.

Su Kui's crooked body in the chair slowly sat up straight, squinting at the scrolling messages on the computer screen, and a quiet and sad dong flute solo slowly sounded in the headset.

The world seems to be quiet.

In my mind, I was the gentle wind of the evening, the sound of the green bamboo leaves. The blue-black night reflects the stars in the sky, the quiet and winding corridor, the green lights and candles hanging under the eaves are faint, the man in white leans on the railing, his eyelashes are lowered, his pale and slender fingertips caress Yu Xiao, and the lonely voice is sent far away by the wind, and Yu Xiao's tassels, swaying slightly.

Light a lamp

Listen to the sound of a solitary flute all night

Wait for someone

Wait for three or four rounds of the year

The wind blew through the heavy door

The deep courtyard is chilly

A piece of red paper is about the fate of the next generation

The history books turn over this page and the memory is sealed

The mandarin duck brocade paints this period of loneliness

I Chang'an's oath

Who is waiting

Who is too serious

In a dream, she painted under the city

Paint a picture of the landscape

The snow has buried the mille-feuille tower

Life and death are separated from the end of the lonely world

……

With his low and whispering soft song, the audience was instantly brought into the eternal peerless infatuation, hearing that there had been rain and snow in his hometown for thousands of years, and he was still waiting for thousands of years.

At the end of this song, it was not only the audience on the public screen who was silent, but also Su Kui.

She closed her eyes slightly, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and leaned her back into the chair relaxed, her heart sullen and uncomfortable.

This man is very good at singing, has an excellent voice, and is very good at bringing people into the emotional world he has created.

But why did she hear the loneliness that could not be concealed in his voice? It's not what the lyrics and music need, but the loneliness he exudes from the depths of his heart.

"The deep voice has always been so good, and the feeling it used to feel has returned."

"I still remember the first time I heard Shenzhen University sing this song, I was still in high school, and now I have a QAQ in college in the blink of an eye"

"I cried when I heard it, and I felt a lot of emotion."

"The flowers on Mo are blooming, and they can return slowly."

"Have an appointment with you, rain or shine!"

"The only male god, he won't change in this life!"

Su Kui chuckled, he is an interesting person, the fans are very quiet and rational, and they did not post some meaningless comments on a large scale.

It's just that she suddenly wants to know what the true character of the mysterious organization BOSS who is hidden behind the computer will be like when he hides behind the computer.

Will it be very different from the innocent appearance on the Internet?

Gu Liushen waited quietly for a while, Gu Sifan interjected at this time, and said: "Because it is an anniversary event, today, we are going to send a benefit to fans, randomly take a screenshot from the scrolling comments, and sing with Shenda, you can start, our administrator prepares, start!" ”

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