There is no doubt that Yan Fuguang can sing, after all, she has lived too long, and she may not be able to count what skills she knows.

"I have a friend who wrote a song that I think is pretty good."

That was the last patient she saw when she was a doctor, Lora.

Lora is a singer who is young, talented, and has won numerous awards, and even had fans pray for her all night while she was in the hospital.

Unfortunately, Lora suffers from congenital heart disease, and Yan Fuguang has not been able to prolong her life despite her best efforts.

Yan Fuguang is already the best heart surgeon in the world, but there are still some things that are helpless, and some people can't be saved no matter what.

This song was written by her in the last days, but unfortunately the world never had the opportunity to listen to it again.

In the end, Lora passed away with regrets, and Yan Fuguang also entered the next life with regrets.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to not be able to drink Meng Po soup, until now Yan Fuguang still remembers the old notebook handed over by Lora before entering the operating room that day, which contained her trembling handwriting and this song.

Lora said it was a gift for her and hoped she liked it.

“Baby really hurt me

Crying in the taxi

He don't wanna know me

Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm

Says it was poison

……”

The clear voice is like the most moving story, gently falling on everyone's heart, but carving a lot of traces.

It's like a girl who is gently talking about her loneliness and love, there are invigorating identifications, there are also overwhelmed speech, there are grievances of loneliness, and there are reflections that pretend to be open, until in the end, she has to learn to be alone, learn how to live alone completely.

“They say

You're a little much for me

You're a liability

You're a little much for me

So they pull back， make other plans

I understand，I'm a liability

Get you wild，make you leave

I'm a little much for

E-a-na-na-na， everyone

……”

With a soft sigh, the last note fell.

It was the first time she had sung the song in its entirety, and she remembered Lora's pale cheeks and that weak and relieved smile that day.

Endless memories are like tiny pieces of sand embedded in her long life, like the stars in the sky tonight.

The beach fell silent again, even quieter than after Nan Jinping sang before, no one expected Yan Fuguang to sing, let alone her singing such a song.

Nan Jinping wiped the corners of her eyes, she actually shed tears, it has been a long time since she heard a good song that can resonate with her deeply, and even as a singer, she has a deeper experience than others.

"That's good! Is it a work that has already been published? ”

Nan Jinping has a wide range of self-questions, and has heard countless excellent works at home and abroad, but she has no impression of the lyrics and songs of this song, not even slightly similar.

Yan Fuguang shook his head, there is no Lora in this world, and naturally there is no "Liability".

Yang Huohuo, who was sitting opposite, seemed to have just woken up, and exaggeratedly clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Wow, Sister Xiaoguang, you are too powerful, you don't even know that you sing so well!" ”

Jiang Shan on the side nodded violently, his sixth sense was really right!

However, Liu Lu beside the two of them only felt like they were on pins and needles, as if Yan Fuguang was specially sent by God to oppose her, and the face-slapping scene she was expecting did not come true once.

Liu Lu can't sing doesn't mean that she can't listen to songs, just looking at Nan Jinping's reaction, you can also know what Yan Fuguang's level is.

Why?

Why!

The eyes of the surrounding staff looking at Yan Fuguang changed in an instant, as if they had discovered a rare treasure, so you can imagine how the audience who watched the live broadcast now reacted.

[Oh Mo Oh Mo! The peerless singer is born! 】

[What kind of immortal is Yan Fuguang, why is he so good at singing! ] 】

[I endured it for two days, but I still couldn't hold back, and I announced that I was in love with her! 】

[Earlier, I was earlier than you, I fell in love at first sight! 】

[, my sister is mine!] 】

[Is this song called Liability?] I've searched the Internet, no? 】

[I also searched, but I really didn't]

[One person's blood book, ask the program group to come up with the sound source]

[Don't tell me my sister wrote it herself, my brain can't digest so many surprises in one day]

【Source +1】

It is true that some viewers went online to find it for the first time, and there are several works of the same name, but the melody and lyrics are completely different.

Is it a new work that hasn't been released by any singer? Could it be that Yan Fuguang really wrote it himself?

The dissatisfied audience started a new round of screen swiping, and Cheng Xiaogang smiled when he looked at the soaring data in the background.

Yan Fuguang's surprise to him was too great, and it can even be said that except for the traffic brought by a few celebrities, almost all the discussions of passers-by were contributed by Yan Fuguang alone.

Cheng Xiaogang also wished that Yan Fuguang would sing a few more songs, just now they had a meeting and decided to temporarily change the process, and the live broadcast will be closed when the guests sleep in the future, so when there is a camera, the more hot spots, the better.

Although the gimmick of 24-hour full recording is gone, the program team decided to focus on the time period when the traffic is more concentrated after comprehensively considering the background data.

"Let's sing one more song, sister Xiaoguang, one more song, just one song!"

Yang Huohuo kept agitating, he really hadn't heard enough.

Yan Fuguang glanced at the others, except for Liu Lu's tight lips that exposed her unsettled heart, most of them nodded applauded in agreement.

She doesn't care whether she continues to sing or not, but she really can't sing a single song in this world, and all she can sing is "new songs".

"Let's have a good time, then."

Yan Fuguang remembered a little love song he once heard in a small café in Madrid.

It was a summer afternoon, and a Spanish girl with slightly curly hair sat on the street with a guitar in her arms, singing the ambiguity of her first love, and the cheerful tunes even brightened the Mediterranean sun.

“Yo te conozco desde siempre

No entiendo como de repente

Llego tu ropa a mi cajon

De pronto fue el destino

Digamos que fue un accidente

……”

The light Spanish is accompanied by a cheerful tune, and although I can't understand the lyrics, this instantaneous heart-warming sweet love seems to make the surroundings piled with pink bubbles.

The evening breeze is blowing, and the hair is swaying freely with the tune, and Yan Fuguang at this moment is like a completely different person than she was just singing "Liability".

[Oops, it's a heart-warming feeling!] 】

[This is Spanish??? 】

What about my royal translation? 】

[Listen well, listen well, listen well, listen well, listen well]

[I, a turtle who has never listened to foreign language songs, was moved by foreign language songs for the first time, and I still don't understand a foreign language at all]

[Sister, please make your debut, I must watch you act, and I will listen to your singing! ] 】

[Has anyone told me why this woman even knows Spanish]

[This pronunciation, people who are professional in Spanish are kneeling!] 】