People are in love, Qingmei is actually a star observer

Chapter 83 "Jiangnan"

After Li Wanxin said this, the manager of Yunding Restaurant personally brought her afternoon tea.

"You can use it as you please." After the supervisor said that, he left and stood in a position where he could not hear anything.

Li Wanxin picked up the white cup and took a sip of the rose tea inside. It tasted very good.Then she looked out the window and waited quietly for Wang Zihuan's answer.

The weather is good today and there are no clouds in the sky at night, so you can see the city's neon lights and thousands of lights from the 70th floor.

Quietly admiring the beautiful scenery alone, she suddenly felt a little lonely and began to miss her home at Jiangjing No. [-], where she had Wang Zihuan accompanying her.

Fortunately, the missing voice soon sounded in the headphones.

"I hope there is someone like you, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city. From early morning to night, from the mountains to the study, everything doesn't matter, as long as it's you in the end."

Melodious music was playing in the Yunding Restaurant. The restaurant manager had just dealt with an emergency and returned to his previous position, preparing to serve the top actress as soon as possible.

Just when he stood still, he suddenly realized that the woman who was more beautiful than the one on the screen was constantly taking out the tissue on the table and wiping the corners of his eyes.

She is crying.

Xizhou, Shuiyunjian Teahouse.

After hearing these words, Liu Xiwan's eyes began to shine, covered with a layer of crystal-clear glass-like substance, and his eyelashes twitched several times.

Jiang Zi beside her poked her with her arm, "Why are you still crying?"

"It's okay, it just feels quite touching." Liu Xiwan smiled sweetly.

Jiang Zi sighed, "Should I say it or not, Wang Zihuan is indeed so talented, and his words to flirt with girls are so literary. Especially the last sentence, 'As long as it's you in the end,' I almost wanted to cry."

Liu Xiwan bit his lip and did not answer.

"Hopefully that person will be me in the end."

On the same commercial street, inside the "Yijian Shop" supermarket.

Jiang Jianing was still annoyed that the prince had retorted during the phone call just now, when she suddenly heard the confession.

Her expression froze, and she felt as if her heart was being grasped by a huge force. Severe pain spread to her fingertips, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"After all these years, have I really been wrong?" Jiang Jianing murmured to herself.

For a moment, she had doubts about her behavior of wandering among flowers for many years. She might have missed a simple and beautiful love.

"No, Jiang Jianing, you have to know what you want."

Jiang Jianing shook her head and abandoned the ridiculous thoughts in her mind.

"The only one I can always believe in is myself."

"I hope to have someone like you, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city, from..."

Wang Zihuan's voice sounded from the only two inferior speakers in the taxi.

Pei Qianyi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stretched her tender lotus-like arms out of the car window and felt the evening breeze in Xizhou. The long sleeves of her purple gauze skirt were floating in the night sky.

The car was driving at a constant speed, and the street lights one after another shone on her perfect face, and her tear-filled eyes were like the moon hidden in the flowing clouds.

"Is this the refreshing wind and the warm light of the ancient city?" Pei Qianyi said softly.

Zhang Yankang, who was driving the car, frowned slightly, looked ahead and was silent for two seconds, and then found a topic: "Why do I feel that this female voice is a bit like that little girl Li Wanxin."

"Don't tell me, it looks a bit like her, just a little tighter than hers." Pei Qianyi retracted her arm and chuckled, "It can't really be her."

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yankang smiled and shook his head.

Because of Wang Zihuan's repeated warnings, Li Wanxin did make the call with her voice hidden.

There is no way, her voice is too recognizable.

Just like now, even if they are pinched, some people will think they are similar, but Zhang Yankang and Pei Qianyi just think they are similar. They will not think about it at all, because the current identity gap between the two is too big.

Zhang Yankang wanted to say something more, but the pleasant female voice from the speaker sounded again. "Brother Ah Huan, what you said was so good that it made me cry. Can you sing a song to comfort me?"

"Okay, what song do you want to listen to?" Wang Zihuan said.

"It's just a song that's easy to make people laugh. The kind that can make a particularly angry person feel half relieved just by listening to it. Uh, the kind that's about eternal love."

"Wait a moment." Wang Zihuan said.

Half a minute later, Wang Zihuan's voice came again, "Gu Wu, are you still there?"

"Yes." Gu Wu replied.

"Then I'll start singing."

"it is good."

Then, from the taxi's inferior stereo, the melodious guitar prelude rippled in the air like a ray of clear spring.

The ups and downs of the melody, soft and delicate with a touch of sadness, unconsciously reveal a landscape picture of misty Jiangnan in people's minds.

"Have you heard of this song?" Pei Qianyi and Zhang Yankang said in unison.

After hearing this, the two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Is it another original song?
And this crisp string music almost hit people's hearts the moment it sounded.

"[The wind is sticky here.
粘住 过 客 的 思念
When the rain comes here, it's tangled up in a thread
Wrap us around the world

You are by my side

Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone

love is one ten thousandth sweet

I would rather I was buried here]"

Excellent product!Another excellent song!
The two people in the taxi almost forgot to breathe.

Just listening to the first verse of this song, Pei Qianyi and Zhang Yankang, who have been in the music industry for many years, can already make a conclusion.

Not to mention this song that falls on the heart like spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just the lyrics from "The wind sticks here" to "Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone" can already outline the complete picture in front of the audience.

In the mist and rain of the ancient city, a knight-like man stood on a pavilion, watching a graceful woman in plain clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella, slowly walking toward him step by step.

The last two sentences of this paragraph, "Love is one ten thousandth sweeter, I would rather I was buried at this point", matched with the lingering and pathos melody, a kind of vicissitudes of life, I am desperate for love, the emotion permeates the air.

And this song is so suitable for the place of Xizhou.

"[circle circle circle circle

every day every day me
look deeply at your face
angry tenderness

A gentle, complaining face]"

The melodious singing lingered in the carriage for a long time.

Zhang Yankang was silent in surprise. He suddenly felt that he had underestimated Wang Zihuan. This young man's talent was really terrible.

"Hey." Zhang Yankang sighed, "Xiao Wang is really talented."

"Yes, it can be called a genius." Pei Qianyi looked out the window with blurred eyes, listening to this clear and clean music attentively.

The night sky in Xizhou outside the car window was clear and the stars were shining brightly. There was no sign of rain, but it was already raining before her eyes.

"Is love one ten thousandth sweeter? Maybe I should try this sweetness." Pei Qianyi thought to herself.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, but it was attacked in my heart.

(PS: "I hope there is someone like you, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city. From early morning to night, from the mountains to the study, everything doesn't matter, as long as it's you in the end." ——"Passing Through Your World")
(End of this chapter)