Chapter 354: Ask for comfort, ask for praise

Ying Rongxi felt guilty about her after all, and he couldn't bear to hurt a little girl's enthusiasm for singing, but he was not good at lying, so he was actually asked by Xiao Jingti for a while, and he couldn't answer anything.

After holding it for a long time, he finally held back a sentence: "It's okay, the voice - it's quite loud." ”

What is the level of her singing Xiao Jingti is still self-aware, and she deliberately asked this just to see what the expression of Ying Rongxi's hypocritical white lotus is.

Now when I heard him say this, I couldn't help but smile, my eyes rolled, and I looked like I had met a bosom friend: "It's rare for Xianjun to praise it, and the little woman can't help but be surprised." The little woman sang a few more songs to reward her bosom friend. "I laughed in my heart, grandma's, my sister is going to disgust you! Let you pretend to be the male version of the White Lotus again!

Ying Rong stiffened, and subconsciously spoke: "Don't ......"

Xiao Jingti immediately looked at him with a look of tears: "It turns out that Xianjun also dislikes my songs?" ”

Ying Rongxi: "......"

He sighed and closed his eyes slightly: "Girl, please sing, this gentleman listens." ”

Xiao Jingti's eyes lit up: "Then please ask Xianjun for more guidance to see where there are shortcomings." ”

Ying Rongxi: "...... Good. ”

Mo Han trembled painfully, master, although you want to disgust him for revenge, but you are also disgusting to me at the same time!

Also, you have to let people point out the shortcomings, do you have enough singing? It's like a fisherman's net, and you can't find an eyeless spot......

Xiao Jingti naturally ignored Mo Han's belly slander, and sang again.

Most of the songs she chose were the kind of majestic ones that could be shouted with their throats opened, and after roaring down one by one, Mo Han was almost noisy into a mosquito frog, and he almost rolled his eyes!

He vowed that when he had the chance, he would go to the music shop to listen to a few tunes and wash his ears......

Ying Rongxi's eyes were slightly closed, like an old monk in a trance, and she didn't seem to be affected by her magic sound, but her fingers intentionally or unintentionally covered the ears of the golden retriever roaring in her arms.

Xiao Jingti sang several songs in succession, her voice was almost about to sing and then stopped, she sat outside at this time and drove, the singing gradually stopped, there was still an aftersound in the mountains, the mountain wind swept through the mountains and forests, there was a whining sound, and from time to time there were a few tiger roaring apes in the depths of the mountains, but it was even more lonely in the mountains.

She didn't recruit wolves, and certainly didn't recruit anyone, and this time no one secretly followed her, showing up at a critical moment......

Maybe in the whole mountain, there are really only two people, her and Ying Rongxi in the carriage, and she still hasn't figured out whether Ying Rongxi is a person or not......

Looking up, the extreme sky was dark and gloomy, and the moon in the sky was like a silhouette obliquely attached to the sky.

The night is deep, and her future is as unknown as this dark night.

After her singing stopped, only the sound of wheels rolling by was heard on the mountain road, and the hooves of the wooden tiger crushed the night mist and crushed the moonlight.

"Idle osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty, the moonrise startles the birds, and the spring stream is singing." Xiao Jingti sighed lightly and couldn't help but chant this poem, which should be the situation.

Ying Rongxi, who hadn't said a word for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Good poem!" "This time the praise is solid and sincere, without a little moisture.

Xiao Jingti pursed her lips slightly, of course it is a good poem! The essence of thousands of years of Chinese culture! It has been passed down for so many years, and of course it is the essence of the essence.

"This poem was written by a girl?" Ying Rongxi asked again.