surrender to her

Chapter 42 Love Song
After sending, without stopping for half a second, Meng Cheng also blocked the phone number.

She lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, flipping her mobile phone in her hands in boredom. Suddenly, she remembered a social account that hadn't been opened for a long time. At the same time, a thought came to her mind, and she sat up straight. stand up.

Meng Cheng's study window was closed by God, and it was still tightly nailed with wooden boards, but she is very talented in art and has a high talent. She also inherited her mother's good voice, which is warm and clear.

She has also learned many musical instruments since she was a child, such as the traditional guzheng and pipa, and the western piano and guitar. She learned quickly and learned without a teacher.

Meng Zhixing once took her to be a guest at the home of a respected old artist. The adults chatted and laughed, and she played a piece of music when she had nothing to do.

Knowing that she is self-taught, he even expressed his appreciation for her unabashedly, saying that if she persists in practicing and taking the road of majoring in music, she must have a bright future, and eagerly proposed to accept her as an apprentice.

The old man has retired, but that is an opportunity that no one can ask for.

Naturally, Meng Cheng knew the respected status of this old artist in the circle, but she still politely declined. She was used to being free and easy when she was young, so she imagined that if she was really strictly controlled by others to practice the piano every day If she learns to dance, then she may not want to touch those instruments anymore.

Her room was very large, occupying half of the entire second floor. Opposite the cloakroom was the piano room, where there were many musical instruments. Meng Cheng came out with a guitar that hadn't been moved for a long time, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Then turn on the fill light and set up the phone. Usually she prepares like this to shoot a video, but this time she didn't.

She looked in the mirror and straightened her fluffy soft hair, which was a little messy after blow-drying for a while, and found a good angle. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. She opened WeChat and dialed the video for He Liangchi.

It rang for five or six seconds and was hung up.

Meng Cheng: "..."

She sent a text: [Is it convenient for you? 】

For a few minutes, he threw a word: 【No. 】

Meng Cheng: [Then you are shy? 】

He Liangchi over there: "..."

There was no response from the other side, so Meng Cheng tried to call again.

received.

The open screen on his end went dark for a second, then shook again before the screen appeared.

The warm yellow light was dim, the boy was wearing a clean white T, the slightly wet neckline was tilted, and the sunken collarbone on one side was looming, and it happened that there were drops of water sliding down his well-veined neckline, and his sexy Adam's apple twitched. moved.

He didn't show his face, but he could tell he had just taken a shower.

Meng Cheng stared at the phone and blinked, her cheeks felt inexplicably hot, she bent two fingers, replaced the wooden fish with a table, and knocked twice.

When the picture over there stabilized, she suddenly said, "He Liangchi, I suspect that you are playing hard to get me."

He Liangchi: "..."

He was silent, and asked, "Why do you want a video?"

Meng Cheng said "Hey" and asked: "You show your face first."

A few seconds after the words were finished, the visible range of the phone lens moved up, and the handsome and cold facial features of the young man appeared on the screen, which was more three-dimensional under the shadow.

Meng Cheng grinned.

She adjusted the guitar in her arms, "Achi, can I sing for you?"

He Liangchi was silent for a moment, as if he didn't expect that she sent the video to sing for him, his expression was dull and expressionless, but he said "OK" to her, no matter what happened, he It is impossible to refuse.

He looked at the smiling face of the girl on the phone, and pursed his lips: "OK."

The guitar strings were gently plucked by the fingertips, and the notes were strung together into a slow and warm melody. The girl's voice was pure and clear, and the lyrics sung softly came to He Liangchi's ears clearly every word.

"I want to enjoy the most beautiful scenery with you
Watch the longest movie and listen to the moving melody

because of you
I will accompany you to the next century

那 是 多么 的 幸运

Talking about the past with you, talking about the past

those pictures are you

I just want to be with you..."

The light coming from the front gathered in Meng Cheng's dark eyes, which were extraordinarily bright, as if melting into the shining river of stars. With a gentle smile on her face, she looked at her sweetheart across the screen, her voice rubbed into endless lingering, singing Listen to him, and sing to him the pure and long love.

Not face to face, the two people's eyes can't meet each other, but they both look at each other together.

He Liangchi's eyes were dark, and his own heartbeat accompanied the soft singing. He squeezed and loosened his fingers, pressed his fingertips on the screen, and stroked her face.

Meng Cheng then sang several light and sweet songs, the kind with pink bubbles, which made people feel addicted to love.

The main point of the lyrics is a simple and straightforward one. After a few songs, He Liangchi's face turned a little red, which gradually extended to his neck.

He also discovered it himself, maintaining a calm and cold surface, but actually made small movements, shifting the phone a little bit, and slowly moving his face out of the video screen.

The girls laughed and rang the bells, disrupting the tune.

He is so cute.

……

A few sections of the video were recorded, and Meng Cheng simply edited them, added the song title and the original singer, took it as material to update the short video account, and synced it to Weibo.

Her short video account is a dedicated singing account, and her nickname is "Guaicheng", because several videos have been popular and attracted the attention of netizens, and she has accumulated hundreds of thousands of fans so far.

Meng Cheng didn't show his face in the video, so he called He Liangchi and himself a cartoon boy and girl.

She didn't go there for the sake of popularity or traffic, so this account was more arbitrary, without any tags, and there was no copywriting for each video, and the latest video was two months ago.

This time, several articles were updated in a row, and one of them added a copy abnormally.

[With my exclusive audience. 】

【Will he like me? 】

After the video was posted, likes and comments kept increasing.

Meng Cheng opened the comments.

[My treasure!You finally remembered your account password! ! ! 】

[Wuuuuuu wife post, you have been missing for so long, I almost want to post a missing person notice on the whole network]

【Ah, baby, I'm so sore!It is suggested to delete it, because it is not me who made the video with you, who is so blessed [sad] [tears]]

[Does my sister have someone she likes?Ahhh no way!I disagree!I can only be the one who spends the wedding night with you! ! ! 】

【I'm so jealous now that I'm twisting darkly in bed [squirm]】

Don't look at the comment area, one wife, one baby, they are all girls, Meng Cheng replied with a smile on his lips.

Unexpectedly, the traffic at night was quite good, and many passers-by also poured in.

[It's strange, I didn't show my face, but I can see that handsome men match beautiful women]

[Hands!Boy's hand! 】

[Your sweetness disturbed me, blame me for not going to bed early, this is the retribution I deserve]

Many comments were submerged in a flash in the pan, and Meng Cheng noticed a person in the ocean of constantly refreshing comments.

It's probably because his style is very similar to He Liangchi's, with an original avatar and a garbled nickname.

He only commented two words: [I like it. 】

It seemed to be an answer to her copywriting.

Meng Cheng lowered his eyes and replied to him: [Let me borrow your good words]

(End of this chapter)