Lan Yi sang one after another on stage, completely treating this place as his own concert. The little face is full of affection and concentration, and his voice has a richness that is very incommensurate with his appearance, and the magnetism is comparable to that of the earth over everything that tramples on it (uh: airplanes, rockets, and everything that can fly out of the earth is not calculated. ）

The hall of Yunqi's house is divided into inside and outside, the outer hall is the place where everyone walked by the so-called romantic small table and small chairs just now, and the inner hall is made into a small stage, which is mainly designed by Yunqi's mother in order to meet Yunqi and her sister's desire to perform.

Before Yunqi went to study in country X, he and his sister often called friends to come back on weekends to "dance with demons".

Therefore, the equipment of the stage is completely professional, coupled with Makino's skillful operation, the neon lights are rolling and shining, the stars are dotted, the main apple light is timely, the music is beautiful, and the atmosphere is slightly melancholy.

Everywhere the deep voice touched, the listeners all opened their mouths and stammered, and the hearts of more than 30 people (according to incomplete statistics) all shouted the same word:

"Hastily !!"

Hua Yunqi also watched and laughed happily like everyone else at first, and gradually felt that something was wrong:

"Huh? Why do you think it's singing to yourself? Not to mention, the country music of country X that started first, even the favorite songs of my favorite singers are exactly the same. It's a coincidence! ”

She tilted her head to look at Cuishan, who casually "coincidentally" turned her head and whispered to Makino.

Yunqi rolled her eyes and thought, no accident, the next song will probably sing "XX Plateau", she is a little bit of a good show:

What does it feel like to have a deep voice suddenly soar an octave?

At this moment, there was a small situation on the stage, Yunqi's teammate a black sister, after thousands of times of direct looking, side looking, auditing and other verification and confirmation, finally shot, probably this sister is a grumpy version of the spider spirit, quietly touched the stage, put her hand on the shoulder of a buddy who pretended to blow the saxophone, at first it was more polite, the corners of the mouth skimmed, with the thumb back warped, meaning:

"Get up, old lady!"

Which Cheng thinks that this gentleman is a little confused:

was bombarded in front of everyone's eyes, where is this face separated? What's more, the blue clothes are singing in front of him, and his heart says: You black sister can't wait for a while!

So he put on the B method, ignored it, and continued to hold the saxophone and shake his head.

Is the poisonous sun of the African people white? The black sister exploded immediately:

Drink! Don't give a face, look for a kick!

The black man's straightforward mucus erupted, and with both hands pulling the saxophone handles, and kicking his little feet, the guy rolled backwards, and he "perfectly" withdrew from the "historical stage" of pretending to be B.

The black sister listened attentively for a while, and immediately found Tone, and she didn't wipe her mouth, she just aimed at it and started to follow the rhythm, and the buddy saw it, but she was moved for a while:

"The warmth of the African people!"