"Uh-well, do we want to eat?"

Liu Hanqing, who was already bored and lazy, asked sneeringly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Zhenhai's eyes stared at him as if he was about to kill, "Can't you be quiet in your background?"

Deeply aggrieved, he complained bitterly in his heart, he ran for more than 100 miles, and he didn't drink a sip of hot water.

However, he didn't dare to say this, so he could only hang his head and be an ostrich.

"Okay, why don't we go out to eat?" Guo Meiting's bright eyes looked at Ming Zhenhai, and there was tenderness in it.

"Okay!

Ten minutes later, the three of them walked out of the gate side by side and walked down the boulevard.

Along the way, the two almost never stopped responding, as if they wanted to tell each other every second of the time they were apart.

Every time Ming Zhenhai speaks, Guo Meiting listens quietly, looking up with black eyes, Ming Zhenhai looks carefully, and can find his figure in her eyes.

Her gaze seemed to tell him that at this moment he was everything in his eyes, and every action and word he made would be imprinted into his heart.

When she is sad, she will frown lightly, her eyes are sad, she just wants to tell Ming Zhenhai that your sadness is not lonely, she will always be the same as you.

When she is happy, her eyes will be like a crescent moon, full of smiles, and a happy smile will let you know that she is happier than you.

This kind of intimate feeling has never been experienced by Ming Zhenhai, and sometimes he even has an urge to share all his secrets.

And everything Guo Meiting told was a small thing in her life, she came home, she ate honey food, she met her former classmates, her father sent someone to send her back, and so on.

These trivial things, the two of them talked about them vividly and interestingly, and he even knew what she cared about from the smile that bloomed in the corner of her eyes every time, and knew what she was worried about from every time she looked at her contemplative eyes.

The short separation made the two more eager, as if they were going to melt into each other's bodies immediately.

The two of them seem to have forgotten everyone, indulging in communication with each other, every time they meet their eyes, they are intoxicated, every interesting discovery makes them smile together, and every time they share a common opinion, they make them more enlightened and blended.

Next to the two of them smiling Yan Yan, Liu Hanqing looked numb.

But this boulevard is not long, but it is not short. Liu Hanqing would feel that it was too long, longer than ever, and the other two would only feel too short, shorter than ever. I just want to do it three or two more times before I stop.

More than half an hour later, the three of them staggered to the food stall at the West Gate, which was already full at this time.

There are people coming and going everywhere, especially since there are a lot of students from Liyang Middle School here.

There are really not many places that students love to go, and they usually have been bored in school for a long time, so they naturally want to find a different fun place to go to the city center, where there is a lot of fun, but it is also easy to learn badly.

Only the West Gate is here, just a simple place to eat. Especially since it's not far from the school, so it's easy to get back and forth. Therefore, this has become the favorite place for students of Liyang Middle School.

Over time, it has also become a rare prosperous place in the west of the city.

As soon as the three of Ming Zhenhai walked in, the proprietress of the food stall greeted them warmly, and immediately moved a few small stools and asked the three of them to sit down first. When the people at the table left, they were immediately beckoned to the table.

This time, they only ordered a plate of beef and a few side dishes, and a pot of white wine.

Next, Liu Hanqing found that even after the food was served, the two of them were still whispering, completely treating him as if he didn't exist. In distress, he could only bury his head in the plate to vent, and he vowed never to come again next time.

It wasn't until the proprietress brought the plate of roasted beef shanks that the two of them turned their attention to the dinner table.

This roast beef leg is really full of ingredients, and a rich aroma of barbecue comes to the nose.

Ming Zhenhai's nose moved, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, this barbecue chef's technique is very authentic.

Suddenly, his index finger moved, and he was not polite, he cut a large piece with the knife in his left hand and ate it in a big gulp.

Guo Meiting looked at Mingzhen with a smile and gobbled it up, as if she was doing something meaningful in the world, and her eyes didn't blink.

There is only one kind of grain wine made from jade rice, which is not high, but it has a sweetness.

Ming Zhenhai and Liu Hanqing, who had wine, were even more excited to eat, Ming Zhenhai even took a bite of beef, pulled it with his other hand, and then flicked his fingers on the elongated meat string. In addition to the flying minced meat, a sound actually popped up.

Ming Zhenhai shook his head and pretended to play the piano, which made Guo Meiting laugh non-stop, leaning forward and leaning back.

The starry eyes and bright teeth, the brightness of the spring flower-like bloom in an instant, immediately attracted the attention of everyone around.

Invisibly, the three of them actually became a small center.

A few people were jubilant, and a string of low guitar sounds suddenly sounded not far away, and after a prelude, a vicissitudes of life voice sang, "The north wind rolls and rolls thousands of miles of frost and cold." The wolf smoke rose, and the three thousand iron horsemen danced for a long time. ”

This is the song "Sealing Knife", but unlike the boring one of Tie Qiyun's roars, this voice is low and magnetic, with a penetrating force, hitting everyone's soul.

At first, everyone was still eating and drinking with friends, talking and laughing. But after a while, everyone was unconsciously attracted and gradually stopped talking.

At the scene, only the voice of the vicissitudes of life remained, telling the ancient story, echoing in the night sky.

After a long time, when the singer stopped singing, I don't know who was the first to applaud, followed by a tidal cheer.

"Thank you. Not far away, next to the brazier, a middle-aged man with a ragged beard bowed and thanked his surroundings.

Some people threw some money in the tub in front of him, and the bearded man nodded his head in thanks.

Then there was a shout for another, and then people from all sides should join in.

The bearded man raised his guitar, and when everyone was quiet, he began the next song.

"I didn't see my brother, and my sister burst into tears. ”

As soon as I heard the beginning of this tune, everyone burst into laughter, and it turned out to be a love song.

"Brother, you're leaving, my sister is panicking, when will you and your brother still have the moonlight?"

The scene was a mess when singing here, countless men were singing and singing in the ghost, and the air was full of hormones.

After repeating the ending song three times, the song ended with everyone's unwillingness.

This lively song, interpreted by the vicissitudes of life, actually has a unique flavor.

After singing, everyone cheered loudly, but Guo Meiting's face was red and she felt a little restless.

All the men at the scene of hormonal hair, intentionally or unintentionally, will have their eyes fall on the delicate Guo Meiting.

Ming Zhenhai patted her hand, gave her a reassuring smile, and then got up and walked over to the bearded singer.

He smiled before he spoke, and said politely, "Hello, you sing awesomely, I like your song very much." ”

Hearing the words of Ming Zhenhai in front of him, the bearded singer was obviously stunned.

In this era when humanity is still struggling with suffering, people don't have much time to appreciate the beauty of music. People usually regard strength as beauty, so it is naturally impossible for singers in this era to have any scenery, let alone any legendary brain-dead fans.

The bearded singer was usually despised, but this time a man who looked like a samurai ran up to him and said that he liked his songs, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

He probably never imagined that there was such a majestic samurai who would like his songs.

He was self-absorbed, and Ming Zhenhai continued, "I don't have any money to tip, but can I borrow your guitar to sing a song? ”

No matter how ridiculous Ming Zhenhai's reasons were, he couldn't refuse a samurai's request.

Then in the stunned eyes of everyone, Ming Zhenhai took the guitar.

He tried the sound first, and felt that the timbre was quite good, I don't know if it was because of the wood, the treble part of this guitar is clear and penetrating, and the bass part is deep and very vibrating, which is comparable to the master guitar of the previous life.

Ming Zhenhai, who couldn't be more satisfied, is ready to perform his first song after 5,000 years.

waved his hand at Guo Meiting, and then Ming Zhenhai popped up the first tone.

A low prelude like a whisper came slowly. The two simple notes flew up and down, and everyone seemed to see the first rays of sunlight passing through the leaves, swaying with the wind.

Just this beginning made everyone on the scene quiet, and Guo Meiting's eyes were even brighter.

After a while, after a sudden rise in syllables, the guitar begins a journey of joy like a spring. Then Ming Zhenhai opened his mouth and sang:

In the spring when the sun is warm

Walk among the crowds of the city

In an unconscious moment

I think of you again

You are the most beautiful spring in memory

It's a yesterday that I can't go back to

You bloom like a flower

It makes my heart flutter

In the spring when the sun is warm

Walk among the crowds of the city

In an unconscious moment

I think of you again

Maybe in this moment

Your smile is still like sunset

In the endless flow of time

In exuberant spirits

This is the title song "Time" in the album "Time Walk" by Ming Zhenhai's favorite singer Xu Wei, the melody is very simple, and the lyrics are very simple.

But this song vividly reflects the transient changes of time in understatement, and perfectly shows the helplessness of the past that cannot be returned.

In his previous life, Ming Zhenhai was constantly wandering, and occasionally stopped and quietly played and sang this "Time" alone.

The beauty of those memories is retouched in the music, and then it is turned into deeper nostalgia.

When I played and sang this song again, my heart was full of sadness, my relatives who were far away, everything that was far away, could never come back, and I couldn't even find a trace of familiarity.

Originally, the voice of Ming Zhenhai in this life can only be said to be rich at best, but the rotation is not so good. Singing is naturally the same as other martial arts students, and it can only be regarded as a roar.

But after having a strong ability to control the distraction of cells, something magical happened, when he wanted to sing something, a thought went down, and suddenly the vocal cords controlled by tens of thousands of minds matched what sound it produced.

The treble is rich and magnetic, and the bass is graceful and touches the soul.

Even if he wants to, he can make all the voices in the world heard.

This extremely expressive voice not only dazzles others, but also makes him selfless and immersed in the song.

Unconsciously, his thoughts about his past life, that kind of sorrow melted into every word.

The simple humming brought everyone at the scene into the sadness and loneliness of the time that was far away and the loneliness of being alone, and brought a memory and helplessness to everyone's heart.

After he replaced the wesay in the original song with a nasal hum, the humming repeatedly, over and over again, made people feel as if they were in the field and saw the ups and downs of the wheat waves, so timeless, revealing a faint loneliness and sorrow.

Looking at the boy who kept humming in the field, Guo Meiting suddenly remembered the sunny morning of separation.

The two of them went away in the bright sunshine, and the melancholy, that longing, wasn't it as sung in this song? Maybe it was because she needed to empathize, her whole body was tormented by this sorrow, but it was sweet again. The eyes are already moist, and there is a little tenderness inside!

When I went back, it was already the third pole of the moon.

Ming Zhenhai had already waved his hand three times, and finally waited until in the dark night, when he could no longer see Guo Meiting's beautiful white shadow, before turning back.

Pursed her lips, today's Guo Meiting is surprisingly active, and now there is still a lingering fragrance in her mouth.