Sitting on the sofa, he had already gotten up to watch the fireworks, and his ass fell on the sofa in an instant.

Cheng Yanqiu?

Did he go to the Spring Festival Gala?

In fact, Feng Yin received an invitation to the Spring Festival Gala, and she also knew that this was a good time for her to earn popularity, but she promised Grandma Yun to accompany her for the New Year.

The last year.

Feng Yin didn't mention this matter, and no one knew, she was at home with Grandma Yun busy and preparing for the New Year.

But, Cheng Yanqiu actually went to the Spring Festival Gala?

Grandma Yun and Zhang Boer sat back after watching the wind, and the two also sat back.

"What-huh? Isn't this Cheng Yanqiu? ”

"Boss! Cheng Yanqiu! ”

The prelude to the song on TV has already sounded, and one person sings solo, not even a backup dancer, and the cards are absolutely sufficient.

"O you whom I love, is my life."

His voice is soft, accompanied by the rhythm of the music, as if telling a story.

Wind Groan's strange expression shifted, turning into an eerie sense of satisfaction and pride.

Dumplings with leftovers can be eaten for a long, long time.

The two said a few words, Cheng Yanqiu was very noisy, Feng Yin didn't say much, and asked him to come back early to rest.

"Hehe... Do you want me to hear or do you want me not to hear? ”

"Really? I think it's good. ”

Chinese New Year's Eve passed like this.

So, Cheng Yanqiu posted on Weibo? And deliberately @ her?

"Boss, isn't the song you wrote a bit... Hmmm....it's just a little..."

The lyrics are naturally a bit earthy, but I like Feng Yin.

"I don't know, it's a little dirty, and the time is too rushed."

Because she is in the lyrics.

This is an earthy love song written by Cheng Yanqiu to her.

Before I could turn on the TV, a special reminder on Weibo on my phone rang.

She soon received a call from Cheng Yanqiu, and the voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little embarrassed.

"Can you still add a serk to the Spring Festival Gala?"

Wake up early in the morning for the first day and eat dumplings.

He, wrote a song?

"The love of your heart is all you have."

A song ended in less than five minutes, and Cheng Yanqiu also ended.

Feng Yin noticed that it was all Cheng Yanqiu.

Feng Yin's ridiculous words, another Cheng Yan Qiuming Terrace, she heard it.

"The corner of the rain chanting is your blessing."

After that, dumplings will be eaten on the morning of the third, fifth, and seventh mornings of the new year, and it is the custom in the north to ask.

The wind is noncommittal.

"Where the wind blows, it's your touch."

Zhang Boer was embarrassed to say it, but the lyrics were a little too bad.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, at the request of Grandma Yun, Feng Yin did not sleep lazy.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, pay attention to one and do not work.

……

"Did you hear that?"

After Feng Yin ate the dumplings, she nested comfortably on the sofa, found the most comfortable position, and prepared to watch some brainless dramas.

The name of the song, the arrangement, and the lyrics were all typed on the screen.

"Whisper my whisper, it's your concern."

Mentally retarded?

"You can spend money."

Cheng Yanqiu was red on the top and black on the bottom, his eyes were clear, and he walked out with a steady pace.

The singing continued, and the wind moaned with a strange expression.

She only set it up for Cheng Yanqiu.

How about the later shows, Feng Yin's mind is not very big.

Feng Yin slid away the phone, clicked into the app, clicked on the little red dot, and saw Cheng Yanqiu's Weibo.

Cheng Yanqiu V: The lyrics were written by me, and the song was given to @Fengyin, I don't want to be translated, I want to confess straight balls. @风吟, I love you!

The meager picture is the analysis of the lyrics, and each word of the lyrics is stepped back one place in turn, a total of two lyrics, connected into two sentences.