After the prelude sounded, Qiao Zhiyan's gripping voice came out.

In the box, everyone pricked up their ears and listened intently.

Gu Jinchen's hands involuntarily clasped together

The purple lanterns hit her peach-like face, adding a touch of charm to her whole person, but for some reason, her gaze seemed a little sloppy.

Qiao Zhiyan clenched the microphone and sang:

Follow the trail ♬ left by love

The whereabouts ♬ of happiness cannot be found

Ten years ♬

Know what is right and what is wrong ♬

It turned out to be all lonely ♬

Empty booths ♬ at coffee shops

I can't wait for you to sit ♬ anymore

Put away all your thoughts ♬

Tucked away in this, the loneliest corner ♬

The old man may have been too tempting ♬

to learn to be persistent ♬

Desperate for himself, but in exchange for tears ♬

This you don't want to promise ♬

I don't know who else to talk ♬ to

I just want to hold hands for the rest of my life and be your loved one ♬

It's a pity that it's not me ♬ who loves

.........

She remembers someone saying: "Sometimes we like a song, not because of how good the song is, but because the lyrics happen to touch the softest and most fragile corner of our hearts..."

That's what this song is.

Indeed, she is the person in the lyrics, and she will never be able to wait for him.

The promises she wanted to give were always disdainful of him.

The lanterns are constantly changing, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and Yan Qianqiao in the box is a little distracted.

Why, she felt that Qiao Zhiyan was not singing, but telling a feeling?

This kind of relationship is still a secret love, the kind that can't be loved.

Gu Jinchen's hand joints were obviously white, and his heart was very uncomfortable, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

Why is her singing so sad?

Is she really just singing?

Why, the more he listens, the less like it?

After singing a song, Ding Rui, who had a cheerful personality, couldn't hold it back, and he stood up suddenly: "Oh, no, Brother Chen and his sister-in-law are too depressed, they have to change their style." ”

Xu Yanfeng smiled: "Then you sing cheerfully and adjust the atmosphere." ”

Ding Rui stretched out his index finger in agreement and shook it, and nodded fiercely: "That's what I mean." ”

"If you want me to say, "Shandandan flowers bloom red and gorgeous" is very cheerful, and it is suitable for practicing your voice, do you want to try it, Brother Ding?" He Shuyang next to him smiled evilly.

Ding Rui showed a frightened gaze and waved his hand again and again: "Forget it, this song is my nightmare." ”

"Poof..."Yan Qianqiao laughed: "Why?"

Ding Rui scratched his head: "This, the child has no mother, it's a long story." It was one time when everyone played Truth or Dare, and I lost at that time, so I chose Darre.

Then, they asked me to stand on the playground in a pair of underwear and sing this song, and the next day, I became popular, and the female soldiers pointed at me when they saw me..."

"Hahaha, who came up with the bad idea?" asked Qian Qiao.

"We're on a team. Ding Ruishuai blushed.

Qiao Zhiyan next to her suddenly caught important information: "Female soldiers?"

Because of her question, in an instant, everyone realized that she almost leaked something.

"No, I said, woman, when the woman sees me, I'll point my fingers. "Fortunately, Ding Rui has a strong ability to adapt to changes.

Qiao Zhiyan frowned, a little confused for a while, strange, did she hear it wrong?

"Then are you still studying?" Qiao Zhiyan asked again.

Ding Rui was stunned: "Huh?"

The crowd held their breath.

"You said you should stand on the playground and sing that song, where did you come from if you don't study?" Qiao Zhiyan carefully analyzed.

"Oh. Ding Rui made a sudden realization: "Yes, I'm a senior this year!"