Since the last time Right Fanshuang's account publicly responded that it had nothing to do with Chen's, everyone began to guess who Right Fanshuang's boyfriend was.

went around and guessed back to Zhang Eryi, the most terrible thing is that Zhang Eryi didn't realize it yet, and asked You Fanshuang to comment on his video, so that he could get a little hot.

As a result, the comment section blew up.

"After directly disclosing that she has a boyfriend, Sister Right did not shy away from commenting on Zhang Eryi, so Sister P is actually Zhang 21?"

"Zhang 21, you are so blessed, draw your sword, love rival."

"It's really open directly, you don't need to hint at me woo, I can stand it, it turns out that beautiful women like funny men."

Zhang Eryi woke up from sleep and was stunned when he read the comments.

And a lot of people are still brushing respect blessings below.

Zhang Eryi's pupils were shaken, and he hurriedly posted a comment under his video:

"It's not my brothers, the object of the schoolgirl is much better looking than me."

The crowd was shocked.

"Better than Zhang 21? That's Chen Yansui, right?"

"It's a pity that Chen Yansui and the right sister are e, otherwise it's so sweet and good."

"I'm really curious about how handsome it is, it's not better than Chen Yansui."

"How is it possible, how can there be such a handsome guy."

And the right Fanshuang in the center of the topic leaned on Su Youyan's arms, Su Weiyan watched her write, and when she drew the treble symbols, she was flowing smoothly, as if she was painting a painting, first hooking up from the inner circle, going around the circle, going up, reversing the circle, and hooking down.

Delicate and clean.

Su said softly, "Don't you fill in the words?"

Right Fanshuang put the page in his hand: "This page belongs to Ah Yan, Ah Yan gave me piano accompaniment."

Su Weiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the score, the wind blew from the window, slightly flicking the pages, his clear and neat outline was outlined by the light A layer of shining light and shadow, he looked at it seriously, pondering the melody handed over by the right frost.

It looks like a sad and restrained style.

"What's this piece called?"

The white finger of the right frost held the pen and turned it slightly: "Rose Forbidden Convention."

Su wrenched the piece of paper: "Give me a feeling of 'The Nightingale', calm pathos, but irretrievable."

It's a piece that is already excellent just by looking at the melody.

There is no such rigidity as a routine repeated in pop songs, although I don't know what words the little fool will fill in, but only the melody is very attractive.

Right Frost held his cheeks and looked at him, "Let's try to close, okay?"

Su nodded worriedly: "Hmm."

In the afternoon, the group of people who were still discussing Right Frost were guessing, and suddenly found that a video was sent from Right Fanshuang's homepage.

In the video, Right Fanshuang is sitting on the edge of the windowsill in a cold green dress, quiet and gentle, holding a page of lyrics in her hand, and a little golden retriever nesting at her feet.

The gentle and mournful sound of the piano resounded softly in the room like a clear spring stone, and the level of the performer could be heard.

After a short prelude, she spoke lowly, her voice full but like it came from nothingness, and a hoarse and bitter atmosphere came one after another.

"The world wants 40,000 roses in my yard, and I am reluctant to give them/

But as soon as she appeared, I picked out the best one and handed it to her palm."

"There was a ridiculous mockery in her eyes, and she didn't respond to my initiative/"

"Until I found out that she hid the gun in her hand, and crossed the public order and good customs to meet me/"

The dynamics increase little by little, and the intensity of the crescendo, the mood of the music becomes more and more melancholy, and it is approaching the climax little by little.

"Why did the world stop two roses from falling in love/

We grow brilliantly /

Ordinary love /

But they can only be separated/

I longed to get down on one knee to her/

But the thorn of the world has pierced into me."

The ethereal voice suddenly seemed so empty and lonely in the slower music, and the F chords were heavy

, like metal falling.

In the silent interlude, the pitch of the major scale rises little by little, and the crescendo of emotions bursts out like love, like an unspeakable story, and at this moment, the rose blooms from the cold muzzle.

At the moment when the melody was at its fullest, the piano suddenly stopped, and for a moment, speechlessness was more heart-wrenching than sound.

The moment of staccato is like something is gone forever, never to come back.

Right Fanshuang looked at the side that the camera couldn't capture, as if looking at someone.

Voices rang out softly, singing stories from another perspective.

"I don't have a yard/

There is only enough money in your pocket to buy a rose/

I bought the most splendid one from the flower shop/

I wanted to give it to her, but I looked at her coldly against my will/

Heavy snow hides bright red/

That rose climbed up my ring finger/

Here, the cold wind blows over the mountains and mountains, and the snow buries the past/

Every morning after that/

I'll be waiting for her outside the withered garden fence with that rose on/

But she won't come again."

The piano follows softly and gently, closely fitting and blending in with the vocals.

The moment her voice disappeared, the breeze ruffled her long hair, and the sparse sunlight was still bright and clear, but there was something that could never be returned.

The light of the video fades until nothing is visible.

The time of a song is only four minutes, quiet, peaceful, turbulent, and lonely yet so peacefully brings people into another world.

It is not a sudden grief, but a slow obliteration of vitality and love, and finally a calm, in a calm voice, gradually moving towards the loneliness and satisfaction of death.

Even if she doesn't know where her inspiration comes from, she has a strong sense of storytelling.

It seems to have seen a tearful picture, spanning life and death and vigor.

"It's uncomfortable to listen to, the feeling of a soft knife cutting meat."

"It's so high-class and so lonely, like watching yourself drown in the sea."

But most people are more pleasantly surprised that the right frost is finally more broad.

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful, Mom, I finally heard my wife sing again."

"Well, I can finally get the audio down and listen to it this time."

Until someone found out that the lyrics and song titles in the introduction were all in the third person.

There was no one for him.

Someone realized, "Isn't this singing about two girls?"

One person said that other people who realized that something was wrong began to echo it.

"The world doesn't allow two roses to love each other, it's not like ordinary lyrics."

The lyrics are too sad, the melody is immersive, and it seems to feel the atmosphere of love, not to mention how wrong the lyrics are.

The people who are immersed in the song realize that something is wrong, and it doesn't seem to be about regretful love between men and women.

No one would describe a man with a rose.

The prohibition of the covenant is more like a violation of worldly love.

In an instant, it was linked to the fact that the right frost had an object.

The people at the bottom were shocked: "Is this what it means to come out?"

"I don't know if it's right to talk about it, Wu Ge and Sister You are very compatible, when I saw someone cut the two of them together, and took the P name Moonfall and Frost in the Sky, I felt that something was wrong."