"She's a thirty-year-old woman who hasn't been married yet."

There were already a few ripples on her smiling face.

On the weekend under the gazebo, the chords are swept and the singing is eloquent, with a very lyrical feeling.

is obviously a very beautiful picture, but every time she sings a sentence on the weekend, Zhan Ying's face twitches.

This lyric is really heart-wrenching.

A thirty-year-old woman, the helplessness of not being able to keep her youth, was sung in a few words on the weekend.

The song is very beautiful, but when the audience in the live broadcast room saw Zhan Ying's face, they were all overjoyed.

"Hahaha, Zhan Ying is about to break the defense."

"This lyric is like a knife, poking it in Zhan Ying's heart from time to time."

"I didn't get married at the age of thirty, I have wrinkles at the corners of my eyes, if I want to change to Zhan Ying, I have to break my defense when I hear such a targeted word."

"It's very lethal, it's very insulting, it's been identified, and it's no doubt that it's an iron black over the weekend."

"Actually, the song is really good, but I just want to laugh, hahaha!"

"No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh unless I can't help it~hahaha~"

In the mushroom house, although everyone was a little sympathetic to Zhan Ying's appearance of being broken, they were still slowly immersed in the singing of the weekend.

"At the age of thirty, the light and passion have been polished by the years."

"Is it the life of one person who lives faster than two people."

Listening to it, everyone fell silent unconsciously.

Meng Yueyue looked at the weekend holding the guitar in a daze, and her body unconsciously swayed with his rhythm.

A faint melancholy slowly soaked into everyone's hearts from the weekend singing.

Thirty years old is an embarrassing age.

I dare not say that I am in my prime, and I can't talk about aging and losing the vigor of youth, but it is not yet the twilight of the sunset.

Let's fight, it's not as good as a real young person.

Rely on experience, and don't have the rich experience of those middle-aged people.

If you fall in love, you don't have the courage to go to great lengths.

Resigned to fate? Far from the time when the dust has settled.

"I like it, the gentleness peculiar to thirty."

"I know the loneliness in the middle of the night is unbearable."

"You said that you have been busy at work for too long."

"It's been thirty years before I know it."

"Picky, rotated, you choose again."

Time flies, and the once high-spirited self seems to be only occasionally stunned, and time is stolen, and when I come back to my senses, I realize that I am thirty years old.

There is unwillingness, and ambition is difficult to reward.

Zhan Ying didn't know when, she was already completely immersed in the singing of the weekend.

The lyrics are too real, and her eyes become unusually trance-like.

"She's a thirty-year-old woman who hasn't gotten out of shape yet."

"Can such a woman have a trace of innocence back then?"

"But in this world, sometimes appearance determines everything."

"But with a bright smile, you can't bear aging."

The faint chords, combined with the deliberately low tone of last weekend, were like cotton, blocking my heart.

Although Meng Yueyue is not yet thirty years old, she can still feel a faint helplessness from the weekend singing.

In the live broadcast room, the audience listened to it, and they didn't have the heart to laugh at Zhan Ying for breaking the defense.

"Stop singing, stop singing, I kind of want to cry, it's my thirtieth birthday in a month."

"The weekend is just murderous, before I heard this song, I can still pretend that I don't know that I am nearly thirty years old, but after hearing this song, I can't even deceive myself."

"It's really heart-wrenching, I'm still thirty years old and I can't achieve anything."

"This word is really defence-breaking, and at the age of thirty, he is still picky, but he has become the object of picking."

In the live broadcast room, there are many viewers around the age of 30, who originally wanted to find some sustenance in the live broadcast room after being tired every day, but who knew that the song on the weekend was simply carrying an endless Galen and putting a Q on the top of their heads.

It's silent and critical.

Those who originally laughed at Zhan Ying for breaking the defense finally broke the defense in the weekend singing.

"I hear, the lonely heels and your laughter."

"You can, just find someone to rely on."

"Then after the cold winter, before the hot summer, who will give you the same love as spring."

"After sunset, the most beautiful, time has slipped away."

Mushroom House.

The singing of the weekend is like the mountain wind, not harsh, but blowing the waves of the people's hearts.

The air under the gazebo is extremely quiet.

Zhan Ying wiped the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know when, a little wetness slipped from her eyes.

Kejie moved awkwardly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

As the lyrics say, after sunset, the best time has slipped away.

I am most afraid that I will not be able to keep the peak, and the once high-spirited eight-crown champion has now become an abstract genius.

He never wanted to be an abstract genius again, but as he grew older, what he was most afraid of was not the decline in computing power, but the invincible courage.

"I've been busy at work for too long."

"Before I knew it, it had been thirty years."

"Picky, rotated, you choose again."

"Then after the cold winter, before the hot summer, who will give you the same love as spring."

"After sunset, the most beautiful, time has slipped away."

When the weekend was sung for the last time, the sunset in the distance just fell behind the mountains.

"After sunset, the most beautiful, time has slipped away."

The golden afterglow of the sunset just fell on the weekend, and the picture of him holding the guitar seemed to freeze at this moment.

Maybe many years later, people who have watched this live broadcast will remember this picture deeply in their minds.

By the end of the last note, the sunset had just completely disappeared.

Quiet.

The entire courtyard of the mushroom house became silent.

"Sister Zhan Ying, why are you crying?"

Sister Zifeng's age can't fully appreciate the emotions in this song on the weekend, so she doesn't know why the corners of Zhan Ying's eyes are so moist.

"No, I didn't cry, it just got sand in my eyes."

Zhan Ying rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said with a wry smile, sand into her eyes was her last stubbornness.

"It's a good song, but I don't want to listen to it a second time."

Zhan Ying glanced at the weekend with some resentment, and said expressionlessly.

The song of killing people and punishing her heart, she never wants to hear it again in her life.

The audience in the live broadcast room, hearing Zhan Ying's words, made the musicians active again.

"Haha, Zhan Ying completely broke the defense!!"

"Damn the weekend, why go to a movie and not release a few more albums."

"Mom, the weekend of singing is really handsome, last time it was Chengdu, this time it was a thirty-year-old woman, I like both of these songs so much!!"

"That's so good!!" (End of chapter)